My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Zhen Fengliu and Liang Yicheng also looked surprised and took back the steps they had just taken.

Yuan Daoling raised his eyebrows sharply, and a sneer settled on his face.

With Gu Fenghua's cultivation level of the seventh-grade Emperor Saint, he could face Yuan Shangqing's soul-killing Taoist body on his own, evenly matched without losing at all. How is this possible?

Not only them, but Weng Yuanming, Luo Enen and others who had already trusted and admired Gu Fenghua so much that they were almost stupid were stunned. In fact, everyone present was stunned except for Ye Yunji who was standing next to Gu Fenghua.

"The soul-killing Taoist body is nothing more than that." After a while, Gu Fenghua exhaled a breath of turbidity and said disapprovingly.

Even though her true combat power far exceeded her cultivation level, and she could fight alone against this soul-killing Taoist body that was originally cultivated by the eighth-grade Emperor Saint, she still did not dare to be careless. She used all her strength with this sword, and a blush appeared on her beautiful face. There were also thin beads of sweat on his forehead. However, his eyes were full of joy.

She used to think that she had practiced the Eight Swords Guiyuan to the extreme and understood its essence. It was not until today that she realized that she was wrong. It turned out that she had never understood many of the secrets in this sword skill before.

It's not surprising when you think about it. The Eight Swords of Guiyuan were taught by the brothers themselves, and of course they came from the supreme heaven. Compared with the Supreme Heaven, the Holy Cultivation Path of the Supreme Heaven is indeed much weaker. How can it be so easy for her to understand all the essence of it?

In his mind, the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of life reappeared again, and the cycle of life and death of joy and sorrow reappeared. This was confirmed by the sword just now. Gu Fenghua's understanding of the return of the Eight Swords to the Origin was deepened.

"Gu Fenghua, don't be too proud! I want to see how many times you can use such a sword with your seventh-grade Emperor Saint cultivation. How long can you persist?" Seeing Gu Fenghua With that dismissive and contemptuous smile, Yuan Daoling came back to his senses and his old face darkened suddenly.

After speaking, his palms sank, Yuan Shangqing let out a dull roar like a monster, and rushed towards Gu Fenghua again.

The powerful holy energy of the eighth-grade Emperor Saint spurted out from his palms, but it contained an extremely cold death aura, vaguely like a dark cloud rolling in.

Even outside of the battle, or even far outside the hospital, everyone felt like the hairs on their bodies were standing on end.

Yuan Daoling's face showed that sinister sneer again.

If you want to cultivate the soul-killing Taoist body, you must mutilate your soul and suffer the pain of killing souls for three years. Moreover, after you have completed the cultivation, you will still be unable to escape the pain even if you have almost completely lost your spiritual intelligence. Paying such a high price is not just as simple as overcoming the calamity of life and death.

Once the soul-killing Taoist body is cultivated, the body will no longer know pain, it will be indestructible by swords and guns, water and fire, and invulnerable to hundreds of poisons, and it will never be tired. Unless the last trace of the holy energy mixed with the evil spirit of death is exhausted, it will not stop dying.

Gu Fenghua must have used all her strength in that sword strike just now, otherwise with her cultivation level, she would never be able to fight to a draw with Yuan Shangqing, the soul-killing Taoist body. However, how many times can a seventh-grade Emperor Saint cast such a sword, and how long can she endure under Yuan Shangqing's relentless attack?

"Boom!" The long sword slashed out, and the two figures separated again, each taking a few steps back.

Evenly matched, there is still no difference.

Seeing this, Yuan Shaochong couldn't help but smile. The other Shengyuan Sect disciples behind him opened their mouths slightly, all with horrified expressions on their faces.