My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Gu Fenghua, I advise you not to hold on any longer and just give up your sword. Maybe my grandfather will be soft-hearted and let you live..." Yuan Shaochong said proudly.

"Crack!" Before the last word "road" was spoken, Gu Fenghua waved his arm again, and the sword light fell like a thunderbolt.

Then, a sword, another sword, and another sword...

Streams of sword radiance streaked across the sky, raining down on Yuan Shangqing's head like a downpour. Even before the sword radiance completely disappeared, the next sword radiance followed the shadow, like waves cascading, one wave higher than the other. wave.

Yuan Shaochong was stunned, and all the Shengyuan Sect disciples behind him were also dumbfounded.

Isn't it said that the sword is at its end? But look at the rising and falling swords and the cascading surges. Is there any sign of the end of the force?

Zhen Fengliu, Liang Yicheng and others were also stunned. Although his strength is not yet at the level of Gu Fenghua, he has never eaten pork, so at least he has seen pigs running. They were sure that with such sword power, the real Eighth Grade Emperor Saint might not be able to sustain a few sword strikes. However, Gu Fenghua struck one sword after another, each sword faster than the last. How full was the holy energy in her body? , with her seventh-grade Emperor Saint cultivation, how could she have such abundant holy energy?

Next to them, Weng Yuanming, Luo Enen and others looked surprised.

They knew Gu Fenghua's sword skills very well, and they also knew that her sword skills were extremely powerful, but they consumed a lot of holy energy, even more than others imagined. I remember that every time she had just improved her realm and learned a new sword skill, she could only use such a sword once. Even if she was promoted to the seventh level of Emperor Saint, she would not be able to strike one sword after another so effortlessly. ?

Obviously, Gu Fenghua's escape from death was a blessing in disguise. He gained new insights and improved his strength!

The sword light fell like dense raindrops one after another, the speed became faster and faster, and the power of the sword became stronger and stronger.

In the beginning, Gu Fenghua and Yuan Shangqing's soul-killing bodies were evenly matched. Every time they fought, the two of them took a few steps back, but that gradually changed. Gu Fenghua took fewer and fewer steps back, and his strides became smaller and smaller, but Yuan Shangqing took more and more steps back, and his strides became larger and larger. Later, Gu Fenghua took a step forward every time he struck out with his sword, while Yuan Shangqing took several steps back.

"Boom!" Finally, as Gu Fenghua slashed out with another sword, Yuan Shangqing flew out heavily as if he had been hit by a boulder.

Yuandaoling and the other two soul-killing Dao bodies stood up at the same time, and then caught him.

"Master!" Looking at Yuan Shangqing, the elder of the Sheng Yuan Sect cried out sadly.

"Sir Elder!" The other Shengyuan Sect disciples' lips were trembling and their faces turned pale.

Only then did they see that Yuan Shangqing's body was covered in scars, with almost no one intact.

If it were not a soul-killing Taoist body, but a normal human being, he would have been injured like this and would have been covered in blood, or even died from all his blood. Although Yuan Shangqing looked like a mummy, with not a drop of blood gushing out from his body, the scars that were so deep that the bones were visible were still unbearable to look at. After just a few glances, a chill filled his heart.

It was only then that they realized that Gu Fenghua's sword seemed simple just now, but how subtle and mysterious the sword light falling like raindrops was with his sword after sword. Although Shang Yuanqing has lost his mind and cannot think, the instinct of the eighth-grade Emperor Saint is still there. How can ordinary sword skills hurt him?