My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Who made him play such a hard hand before, he deserved it." The fat man shook his head, deeply agreeing with Luo Enen's words.

"It's called good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not yet come." Ye Wuse smiled lightly.

Although the competition hadn't started yet, several people had already seen the tragic ending of this young man, because they knew that Gu Fenghua who turned into a delicate little white flower was the most terrifying Gu Fenghua!

The sweeter she smiles, the more miserable the person opposite will often die!

"Guanghua Temple, Feng Qingyue..." Coming to the opposite side of Gu Fenghua, the young man stroked his chest with one hand and held the sword in the other, and performed the salute of a holy master. According to the rules of the Saint Master, this is respect for the opponent and also respect for oneself.

"You don't need to sign up, anyway, no one will remember you anymore." Gu Fenghua didn't return the gift, but said lightly.

"What did you say?" Feng Qingyue's expression changed.

"I said, after today, no one will remember you anymore, so don't bother." Gu Fenghua explained. Looking at Feng Qingyue's eyes is like looking at a dead person, or a dead dog.

"Gu Fenghua, don't think that defeating Luo Changfeng will make you so defiant. Today I will show you the strength of me, Feng Qingyue!" Although Feng Qingyue's strength is slightly inferior to Luo Changfeng's, he is also a leader of the younger generation in Guanghua Temple. He has never been so underestimated. However, suddenly flew into a rage.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qingyue drew out his long sword and stabbed Gu Fenghua in the chest.

Anger turned into anger, but he didn't lose his sense of proportion because of this. This sword poured all the holy energy and heart of his fifth rank of Soul Sage. As soon as the sword's momentum came out, a cyan sword shadow flowed out.

However, unlike the sword light of ordinary saints, this stream of sword shadow is not a straight line, but twists and turns. It is as weird as a poisonous snake walking among the grass, but its speed is as fast as lightning.

If you gather your spiritual thoughts and sense it carefully, you will find that not only the trajectory of the sword is strange, but also the speed is also fast and slow, which contains many dangers, which makes it impossible to guard against.

Of course, in the midst of a battle, as his opponent, he simply doesn't have the time to feel these things carefully.

Although after Gu Fenghua's victory over Luo Changfeng, everyone in the Xinghua Temple was refreshed and their confidence in Gu Fenghua increased greatly, but at this moment, seeing Feng Qingyue's snake-like sword shadow streamer again, their hearts were still fierce. As soon as he tightened his grip, he looked at Gu Fenghua with a little more worry.

Previously, several Xinghua saint cultivators including Xie Youran were defeated by Feng Qingyue's sword.

This sword is too weird and too fast, not to mention being in the middle of a battle, even they who are watching, can't think of any way to break it, and they can't even dodge it.

"One sword, shocking the world!" Just when everyone was secretly worried, Gu Fenghua's scabbard was cut out again.

The heavens and the earth shook again, and the wind and clouds changed color again.

"Ah!" With a scream, Feng Qingyue had already collapsed on the stage, the long sword in his hand was broken in two, and blood was slowly oozing from under his body, and his whole body and limbs felt strange. The posture is twisted, like a cooked shrimp.

As a holy master, he is of course very familiar with the meridians of the human body. Everyone can see that Gu Fenghua's sword not only seriously injured Feng Qingyue's internal organs, but also shattered all the meridians in his whole body. It was completely broken, that's why he twisted into this way, and this also means that Feng Qingyue's cultivation is completely useless, and there is no hope of treatment.