My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The sword rays struck heavily on the alchemy furnace, and the runes flowing on the furnace exploded violently, like the dazzling fireworks blooming in the night sky during a grand festival.

The sword light disappeared, leaving scars on the alchemy furnace, but the runes were still spinning like a marquee, releasing the unique agility of the artifact. Gu Fenghua and others who were blocked behind were completely unscathed. hurt.

It turns out that Gu Fenghua still carries such a powerful artifact! Zhu Sifang and others all breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, the expressions of the disciples of the Setting Sun Sect and the strong men of the Zhanxin Sect who were chasing after them changed greatly. At the same time that the artifact Dan Furnace appeared, the joint swords of Gu Fenghua and the four of them also struck Qu Dangyuan and Wen Longyuan again. Before, although the two sect masters were prepared this time and each swung their swords, it was obvious that even with the help of the city protection formation and the Nine Heavens Holy Armor, they could not completely resolve the terror that was comparable to the peak of the ninth-grade Emperor Saint. The power of the sword.

With a muffled grunt, the two sect leaders were slashed away by a sword again, and they spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time in mid-air.

Of course, Gu Fenghua would not give them any chance to breathe. Before the two of them landed, he followed them closely. Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse had a clear understanding of her and flew over at the same time without her order. rise.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Setting Sun Sect and the strong men of the Zhanxin Sect behind them did not dare to hesitate and chased after him desperately.

In mid-air, sword lights criss-crossed one after another, like falling stars.

One sword, two swords, three swords... In a moment, they joined forces again to slash out more than ten swords. The ancient artifact alchemy furnace was covered with scars, and the color of the flowing runes became increasingly dim.

At the same time, the four of Gu Fenghua, who were protected by the alchemy furnace, struck out with one sword after another.

Qu Dangyuan and Wen Longyuan lost the opportunity, and they were unable to fight back under their continuous attacks. After several sword blows, the power of the formation on Qu Dangyuan's body was getting weaker and weaker, and an inconspicuous token on his waist also showed small residual lines. It seems that he relied on this token to borrow the power of the formation in the city defense formation.

Next to him, Wen Longyuan's face was pale. Although there were no visible scars on the Nine Heavens Holy Armor, the spiritual power within it was getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that Gu Fenghua's magical alchemy furnace will not last long, but the token used by Qu Dangyuan to borrow the power of the formation will not last long either. Although Wen Longyuan's Nine Heavens Holy Armor has strong defense, its spiritual power has obviously also reached its limit. The edge of exhaustion.

Now, it depends on who can break through the opponent's defense earlier.

If Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen can maintain such an offensive, there is no need to worry too much about the result. But Zhu Sifang and others can see that the power of their joint swords is also constantly weakening. You don't need to guess. , their holy energy is also on the verge of exhaustion.

Zhu Sifang and others were all anxious and wanted to step forward to help, but the dozen or so disciples of the Setting Sun Sect stood in front of them. With the help of the mystery of the city defense formation, even Zhong Lingxiu, a seventh-grade Emperor Saint, was helpless against them for a while.

"Why doesn't Fenghua draw his sword?" Qiu Wanli suddenly thought of something and said anxiously.

"Yes, if you don't draw your sword now, when will you wait?" Du Fanyun was equally anxious.

Gu Fenghua's divine sword was unsheathed and surpassed the ninth level of emperor sage. This sword had already been deeply imprinted in their minds. If she had drawn her sword early, perhaps with just one strike, Qu Dangyuanhe and Wen Longyuan would have hated themselves on the spot, without even a chance to regret it.