My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The cultivation level of the middle-aged man at the fourth level of Emperor Saint had already shocked everyone. Unexpectedly, his senior brother had reached the fifth level of Emperor Saint. Moreover, looking at the Qi of the Shen Ning Inner Sword in the sword, His true strength is probably not comparable to that of an ordinary fifth-grade Emperor Saint.

Although Luo Enen defeated his junior brother who was a fourth-grade Emperor Saint with one palm, but when his cultivation reached their level, every level difference was a world of difference. Now facing this genuine fifth-grade Emperor Saint, it might not be that easy for her to win.

Moreover, she had a look of resentment and didn't even draw her sword. She just rushed forward blankly. She obviously made a big mistake of underestimating the enemy and rushing in. Can she really despise a strong man of the fifth rank of Emperor Saint?

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but show a bit of worry.

There is no way, Wuji Shengtian is also a world where faces are judged. One is a beautiful lady with a pretty face, and the other is a middle-aged uncle with a gloomy face. Even if it is right or wrong, normal people will naturally lean towards Luo Enen. What's more, Sima Batian's previous performance was really too domineering. Regardless of the reason, no matter whether he was right or wrong, he would cut off someone's arm when he came up. Isn't this a clear sign of relying on his old man to bully others?

Closer, closer!

"There are countless avenues, and the heavenly sword can do it..." The man in green robe shouted loudly, and the cold light on the long sword shot into the sky. There seem to be thousands of mysteries and changes hidden among them.

What a powerful sword! Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a crisp sound came.

The man in green robe was interrupted from shouting out the sword skills, and the last word "kun" came to his lips, and he suppressed it again. Five bright red fingerprints quickly appeared on his face, the red was so bright, so dazzling, so eye-catching. The half-cut sword light also stopped in mid-air and could no longer be cut out.

All around, everyone was stunned again. After finally regaining their consciousness, they were once again at a loss.

Such a fast speed, such a sharp palm technique, until now, few people even saw clearly how Luo Enen's slap hit the green-robed man's face.

The green-robed man himself was also blinded by this slap. He raised his sword and his mind went blank: How could this happen? How could this happen? He is a strong man of the fifth rank of Emperor Saint. How could he be so easily beaten by others? A slap in the face. In the past, he had never been defeated so miserably in competitions with others, even against powerful men of the seventh and eighth grades of the Holy Spirit.

He didn't know that in the past, when competing with others, how could others hurt Sima Batian's face and show his true strength for the sake of Sima Batian's face? Every time he had a so-called sparring session, it was actually because others were giving in to him. He had no idea of ​​his true combat power, so he became more and more arrogant and arrogant.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there, do you want to slap me?" Even Luo Enen didn't expect that this slap would hit the other person's face so easily.

I thought that with his fifth-grade Emperor Saint cultivation, he would have to spend some effort to deal with it, so Luo Enen's seemingly simple palm actually left countless back-ups and hidden countless changes. Unexpectedly, he succeeded easily without using any changes in his backhand, which made Miss Luo feel very disappointed.

"There are so many avenues, God..." The man in green robe finally came to his senses, stared at Luo Enen with a look of resentment, raised his sword high, and shouted again.

"Bang!" Before he could finish his words, the crisp sound came again.