My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

It was very easy, indeed very easy. After only one attack, Qi Qinghong, the most powerful among his fellow sects, was killed by Gu Fenghua's sword. Almost at the same time, Gong Wenshi, whose strength was second only to Qi Qinghong, was also killed by Ye Wuse. A sword pierced the heart; Tang Yongxing, who was famous for his thunder skills and was revered as the King of Thunder and Lightning, was directly blasted into charcoal by Luo Enen's thunder; Cheng Mofeng, who was known for his fierce sword skills and powerful holy energy, was In the pure competition of holy energy, his heart was shattered by the fat and fair man, and he died on the spot.

How is it possible, how can their true combat power be so tyrannical?

It wasn't until a few cold eyes fell on him that the tall, thin old man suddenly came back to his senses. He trembled and his face instantly turned pale.

"Should we do it ourselves, or should we end it on our own?" Gu Fenghua asked.

"I, I will fight with you!" the tall and thin old man shouted, raising his sword and rushing towards Fang Tianyou and Liu Sanjue.

This is what he should have done just now, but he waited until now because he was afraid of making a few senior brothers dissatisfied. But it is obviously too late to take action now.

Gu Fenghua thought that the old man would be frightened and run away after seeing the tragic fate of several of his fellow disciples. He did not expect that he would be so loyal to his grandson Luocang, and he couldn't help but admire his ability to confuse people. However, she will not be merciful because of this. She has already given the other party a chance to survive. If he really escapes, they will definitely not have time to distract him from chasing him. They can just let him go. But if he insists on persisting, then I can't blame her.

With a movement of his feet, Gu Fenghua was already standing in front of Fang Tianyou and Liu Sanjue. The long sword wrapped in silk cloth once again bloomed with divine light.

Even Qi Qinghong, an eighth-grade Emperor Saint, couldn't stop the power of her sword, let alone a sixth-grade Emperor Saint. When the sword light fell, before he could even let out a scream, the tall and thin old man turned into nothingness and disappeared before his eyes.

The result of this sword certainly had no suspense or surprise for Luo Enen and others. Looking at each other, everyone turned to look at Changsun Luocang in mid-air.

Changsun Luocang was also looking down. Although he had seen Gu Fenghua and others take action at the top of Yunjin City a few months ago, he knew that compared with the Chengyun Competition, their cultivation levels were greatly improved. Promotion, it was precisely for this reason that he stayed away and refused to meet them. But he never imagined that their true combat power would be so strong.

Generally speaking, the faster your cultivation level improves, the more unstable your foundation will be, and the weaker your combat power will be relative to your cultivation level. Some so-called strong men who rely on magic elixirs, heavenly materials, and earthly treasures to force them out are nothing more than gold and jade. Lost in it. However, not only did Gu Fenghua and the others practice at an unbelievably fast speed, but their real combat power far exceeded their cultivation level and was even more unbelievable. How did they do it?

Changsun Luocang pursed his lips, his face no longer calm as before.

"One sword, cut off the wilderness!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Holy soul, the sky is broken!"

"Fengyun, Qianzhong!" Before Changsun Luocang could come up with the answer, Gu Fenghua and others flew up and struck out with one sword again!

Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse all had their holy energy severely damaged just now, especially Ye Wuse, who was even more scarred, but at this moment, there was no trace of fatigue in their eyes, only endless hatred, like The fire burned brightly.