My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Only then did he realize that while Gu Fenghua was slashing with the long sword in his right hand, his left hand was quietly making seals. And following the hand seals, a layer of ethereal flames appeared vaguely outside the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron.

The fire of the weapon spirit!

The Jade Cauldron Sect was established with holy magic and magical arts such as alchemy, weaponry, formations, etc. Pu Duanyang happened to be best at weapon refining, and he immediately realized that this was the fire of the weapon spirit. It was precisely by relying on the fire of this weapon spirit that Gu Fenghua isolated his spiritual thoughts from the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron.

But how is this possible? Although the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron does not recognize him as its master, with the help of the hand seal created by the founder of the Jade Cauldron Sect, his spiritual thoughts can still fit in with the spirit of the weapon, thus stimulating its power to the extreme. How could such a divine bond be easily cut off by a weapon? Unless she re-refines the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron, only then can she completely suppress the weapon spirit and fall into silence.

But that was even more impossible. It was easy to repair the artifact, but it was not that easy to re-temper it. He had never heard of such an artifact refining technique in the world. As far as he knew, there had been some people who had made such a whimsical attempt, and the final result was that they were all backfired by the artifact, resulting in serious injuries or even being broken into pieces.

Little did he know that what Gu Fenghua practiced was not an ordinary weapon refining technique, but the Xuantian Artifact from the Supreme Heaven. Although it was impossible for her to really re-temper the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron for a while, it was enough to block the divine bond between Pu Duanyang and this artifact.

"One sword, cut off the great wilderness!" Just when Pu Duanyang was in shock and puzzled, Gu Fenghua struck down again with one sword.

"Stop!" Pu Duanyang suddenly came back to his senses.

No matter what happened to Gu Fenghua's weapon skills, now his spiritual thoughts and the weapon spirit were completely isolated by the weapon fire, and even the weapon spirit had fallen into silence. How could he withstand Gu Fenghua's seventh-grade Emperor's Saint? A powerful sword?

This is one of the five great treasures of the Jade Cauldron Sect passed down from ancient times!

No wonder Liu Sanjue stopped him again and again. It turned out that he did not overestimate Gu Fenghua, nor underestimated the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron. She was really capable of destroying this artifact. At this moment, Pu Duanyang finally woke up.

Not daring to think too much, he flew forward to block Gu Fenghua's sword.

However, with his fourth-grade Emperor Saint cultivation, how could he possibly stop Gu Fenghua, and Gu Fenghua would not give him this chance at all.

After just two steps, the sky-shattering sword light slashed down with an unstoppable force. "Boom!" There was another loud noise, and the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron was finally knocked out, smashed to the ground and restored to its original shape, turning into an exquisite small cauldron about half a foot high.

The powerful residual power spread, and Pu Duanyang was also knocked out. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, but he didn't care about his injuries. As soon as he landed on the ground, he screamed "Ah" and rolled around. He rushed over and grabbed the Qiankun Wind and Thunder Cauldron in his hand. Feeling sad and anxious, he focused his mind to examine it carefully. He was so nervous that he almost shed tears.

After Ke Yuanhua was defeated, Pu Duanyang was also defeated - after sacrificing the Zongzong artifact, he was still defeated, and the defeat was also so clean and tidy, with no ability to fight back at all.

Looking at Pu Duanyang, who still had blood stains on the corner of his mouth, with an anxious and worried face, tears glistening in his eyes, and then looked at Gu Fenghua, who was calm and composed, with the holy beads between his eyebrows gradually disappearing, Zhu Sifang and others were all sighing. Looking at it like this, the artifact may not be saved. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to imagine that the final result would be like this.