My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Cheng Mofeng's expression was stagnant at that time. Although with their cultivation, they would not be able to exhaust all the holy energy in their bodies with one sword strike, but it would always take some time to gather the holy energy again after one sword strike, but this fat white man struck five times in succession. He took action, but there was no pause in the middle, as if his holy energy was endless like a clear spring in the mountains.

Cheng Mofeng asked himself, even with his seventh-grade Emperor Saint cultivation level, he would never be able to do this, but he didn't know how the fat white man in front of him, a sixth-grade Emperor Saint, could do it.

Before he could come up with an answer, Fatty Bai's long sword struck again without stopping.

Cheng Mofeng did not make the same mistake as Tang Yongxing. Seeing that something was wrong, he did not dare to hesitate and immediately raised his holy energy to take action again. However, Fatty Bai's counterattack came too fast, and it was impossible for him to concentrate the holy energy to the extreme. The power of this sword was still somewhat compromised.

With only four sword strikes, Fatty Bai blocked his strike without stopping at all. He didn't even wait for his steps to stop before he launched another counterattack.

The sword rays were slashed out like a storm. In mid-air, the sword rays collided and turned into thousands of streams of light.

At the beginning, Cheng Mofeng still had the upper hand, but soon, his advantage became smaller and smaller. There was no way, every time he made a sword move, he always needed some time to gather the holy energy. If the time was not enough, the power of the sword would become weaker and weaker. However, Fatty Bai's repeated strikes did not give him enough time to gather the holy energy.

Five swords, four swords, three swords, two swords, one sword! In the first confrontation, Fatty Bai needed five sword strikes in succession to be able to block one of his sword blows. The second time, he only needed four sword strikes, then three sword strikes, two sword strikes, and one sword strike!

Finally, the sword light dissipated, and the two ancient long swords faced each other. At this moment, Cheng Mofeng finally realized that something was wrong.

Holy Qi, like a flood that bursts from a dike, surged from the opponent's long sword. Cheng Mofeng wanted to retreat, but did not dare to retreat because the two sides were so close. As long as he took half a step back, the surging Holy Qi could It condensed into a glow that pierced his heart and even blasted him to pieces.

In desperation, he could only use all his strength to circulate the holy energy and inject it into the sword in his hand.

If it were a normal fight, even if you lose, as long as the difference in cultivation level is not big, you still have a chance to survive. But this time the situation is different. The distance between the two is too close, and the competition is no longer sword skills, but pure holy energy. One side loses. Defeat is certain, and the situation is extremely dangerous.

Cheng Mofeng was not worried. After all, he was a seventh-grade Emperor Saint, while Sheng Fang was only a sixth-grade Emperor Saint. Even if it was purely a competition of holy energy, he thought he still had the upper hand. Unfortunately, he soon realized that he was wrong. The other party's holy energy was not a mountain spring, but a vast river and a boundless sea.

This kind of pure holy energy competition without sword skills is extremely depleting. In just a moment, the holy energy in Cheng Mofeng's body was consumed by seventy-seven or eighty-eight dollars, but the holy energy that surged through the long sword was still so surging. , as if endless!

boom! There was a muffled sound in his body that only he could hear, and the surging holy energy finally poured into his meridians, his internal organs, and his heart.

Apart from the desperate cry before his death, he didn't even have time to say a single word before he died forever. Only his wide eyes were filled with unwillingness.