My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Don't bother, kill me!" Qu Dangyuan came today to destroy the Xuangang Sect, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he gave the order directly.

"Kill!" Behind him, thousands of masters and strongmen shouted in unison, and the entire Yunjin City seemed to tremble at the roar.

Beside Qu Dangyuan, seven elders of the Setting Sun Sect and more than ten deacons and their disciples flew out first, drawing their swords and attacking the disciples of the Xuan Gang Sect.

Emperor Saint, first grade, second grade, third grade...sixth grade, seventh grade!

Although there were only over a hundred of them together, their strength was there. Facing the thousands of Xuangang Sect disciples in front of them, they showed an overwhelming momentum, like tigers descending from the mountain and pounced on the wolves.

The Xuan Gang Sect disciples opposite were trembling with fear and involuntarily stepped back. Some of the weaker ones were so frightened that they fell to the ground and could not even retreat.

Seeing this, the other disciples of the Setting Sun Sect laughed wildly and prepared to follow suit.

"Stop!" At this moment, a roar came from the Xuangang Sect, and dozens of figures flew out. The leader was Zhan Shibai, the Supreme Elder of the Xuangang Sect, followed by Lu Changsheng, Fang Tianyou, several other elders and deacons, and Gu Fenghua and his party. In addition, there were Zhong Lingxiu, Zhu Sifang and others.

Seeing them, the seven elders and deacons of the Setting Sun Sect, who were about to go on a killing spree, raised their brows, but did not stop and continued to kill the Xuan Gang Sect disciples in front.

"Stop!" James yelled again.

Unfortunately, the opponent obviously had no intention of stopping. Instead, he came faster and attacked faster. Seeing that their disciples were about to die tragically under the opponent's sword, all the elders and deacons of the Xuangang Sect were heartbroken.

"One sword, cut off the wilderness!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Holy soul, the sky is broken!"

At this moment, four sword beams slashed out from behind, and then merged like water and milk into one sword.

Ninth Grade Emperor Saint, the pinnacle!

Although the elders and deacons of the Setting Sun Sect opposite have heard about the power of Gu Fenghua and others' joint sword, not many people have seen this sword with their own eyes. Until this moment, they didn't know how powerful this sword was. Magnificent and majestic, how powerful it is to swallow up mountains and rivers. The entire world suddenly changed color at this moment, and everything in the world seemed to be surrendering to this sword.

Facing such a sword, even the strong ones of the seventh level of Emperor Saint would be frightened. They didn't care about the Xuan Gang Sect disciples in front of them. They all roared and swung their swords to meet the shocking sword light of the four swords in one.

"Boom!" The earth shook and the mountains shook. The elders and deacons of the Setting Sun Sect who were about to start a killing spree retreated repeatedly. Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen also froze and took a few steps back.

In this encounter, neither side took any advantage. This is normal. After all, Gu Fenghua and others are not the real ninth-grade Emperor Saint, and the opponent not only has hundreds of people, but there is no one weak. The strongest second elder is even as strong as the seventh-grade Emperor Saint. Taste.

With the strength of four people, they could face more than a hundred strong men, but they could not fall behind and force the opponent to retreat. This kind of record is gratifying enough.

What's even more gratifying is that although they couldn't tell the winner, the Xuan Gang Sect disciples in front of them escaped.

"Sir Elder!" With the joy and fear of surviving the disaster, these young disciples crawled back to Zhan Shibo and others. Many of them even cried with joy and quickly wiped away their tears.