My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Wait!" At this moment, the voice of the head of the family sounded again, so surprised, so lost, and so deep.

The servant subconsciously looked towards the stage, and immediately, he froze.

On the competition stage, Ye Wuse also made a move. His sword is not fast, and it doesn't seem to give people the slightest sense of mystery. It is so simple, like an ordinary person who has no cultivation base and can't use a sword, stabbing with a sword at random, but it is so precise , every sword, accurately pierced the cold star Blizzard transformed by Cheng Zhiyi's sword light.

One after another sword stars burst quietly like soap bubbles, turning into illusions, forming a sword skill so exquisite and mysterious that even many low-level soul saints can't match, just like this was easily resolved by Ye Wuse.

"Impossible, impossible!" Cheng Zhiyi was still waving the sword in his hand, but his face no longer had the previous self-confidence, and he muttered to himself as if he had seen a ghost.

His set of sword skills is called Qingxue Jinglei Sword, which was also taught by Su Muyun. It is reasonable to say that with his current cultivation level, it is impossible to comprehend it at all, but Su Muyun forcibly improved his divine sense with secret methods. It was hard to comprehend.

He once tried a trick with Chen Xinzhong and others, unless he relied on the suppression of strength, it would be very difficult for even Lu Qinghong to catch his Light Snow and Thunder Sword.

If Ye Wuse's strength is far superior to him, it is not surprising that such a situation occurs, but the problem is that he and Ye Wuse's cultivation base are both the eighth-rank Dharma Saint, and Ye Wuse's sword power, regardless of speed or His strength is far inferior to his, even giving him a feeling of powerlessness, but why, his mysterious and infinite sword skills are useless in front of him?

"Admit defeat, it will look better to lose this way." Ye Wuse swung the sword with one hand, wiped his eyes with the other hand, and said sadly.

"No, I will not lose, I will never lose to you." Cheng Zhiyi roared, pouring all the holy energy into the long sword.

Countless sword shadows and cold stars, like light snow and lightning, poured down towards Ye Wuse.

"It's so touching, it's so sad, who wrote it, stand up for me, I promise I won't kill you!" Ye Wuse also let out a mournful cry, swiping the long sword in his hand, two lines of tears, at the same time It burst out of the eyes, but the eyes became brighter, as if they could see through all the illusions in the world, and see through everything in the world.

At that moment, everyone had a feeling: the whole world was melted into Ye Wushi's sadness, or in other words, in his extreme grief, his whole being was melted into everything in the world. That seemingly simple sword is therefore in harmony with the heaven and the earth, returning to the basics, and the way of the sword is natural!

It turned out that what he said was actually true, the sadder he was, the stronger he was!

In one sword, thousands of changes! I saw sword shadows and cold stars like light snow and lightning, like snowflakes under the scorching sun, melting quietly, turning into a hazy phantom, covering the figures of the two.

Under the stage, everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the two figures that were indistinguishable from reality in the hazy phantom.

"Choke!" With the crisp sound of the long sword falling to the ground, the phantom dissipated, and the figures of the two clearly came into view.

I saw Cheng Zhiyi standing there blankly, his face was ashen, the long sword in his hand had fallen to the ground, and the other long sword was touching the vitals of his heart, he only needed to send it gently, could take his life.

"Now, you should believe my words. When I am sad, I am really powerful." Ye Wuse said slowly.