The figure in the darkness walked towards Ye Feng, stepping on heavy steps, obviously the other party was very heavy, and with every step, he made a footprint on the ground, accompanied by a clang, clanging metallic sound.

Although the fog was filled, Ye Feng couldn't see clearly, but the eyes of the Knowing God could see clearly, the other party was wearing heavy bronze armor and holding a bronze giant sword in his hand, just like a bronze warrior.

The bronze armor was rusty, and dark green patina appeared everywhere, this patina reminded Ye Feng of the bronze coffin covered with rust in the cellar at the head of the Yushui Bridge.

The giant sword in the hands of the bronze warrior doubled the pressure in Ye Feng's heart, the giant sword, which was more than a person long and five fingers wide, was also made of bronze, and like the armor, there was a little bit of patina on it, but the blade was still extremely sharp, revealing a chilling light.

Ye Feng raised the flying sword in his hand, compared to the giant sword, the flying sword was pitifully small, like a small witch.

Look at the bronze giant sword, it is all cast in bronze, at least about eighty catties, let alone dancing, it is impossible for ordinary people to lift it, Ye Feng once carried fifty catties of rice upstairs, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

The bronze warrior was wearing heavy armor and a helmet, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly at all, Ye Feng could only see the hollow, black hole-like eyes through the gap in the armor mask.

There were no pupils in his eyes, only a faint black aura.

Ye Feng didn't feel surprised, a thick stench of rotting corpses emanated from the armor, and he already knew that the person who came was not a human, even if it was not a zombie, it was a kind of high-level yin spirit.

The bronze warrior was more than two meters tall, standing in front of Ye Feng, raising the giant sword in his hand high, and slashing at Ye Feng's head, Ye Feng felt like a mountain peak, and fell down in an instant.

Ye Feng's eyes were full of black shadows, and his ears were full of whirring wind, he stepped on Luo Yan's steps, flashed the frontal attack, turned sideways, and the flying sword in his hand was infused with divine power, and knocked outward.

He didn't want to go toe-to-toe with the bronze warrior, he had already avoided the deep power in front of him, and just struck sideways, stabbing a sword from the side with his flying sword to see how much power the giant sword contained.

Boom, Ye Feng felt that his flying sword was like touching high-voltage electricity, and a huge force bounced out of the sword body, shaking his qi and blood, taking a few steps backwards, and almost falling.

If it weren't for the fact that he held the flying sword tightly, the small flying sword, I am afraid it would have been shocked and flew out.

Such a powerful power, Ye Feng was secretly surprised in his heart, this power was very similar to when he used the fourth blow of the Emperor's four strikes.

Don't look at the bronze sword, it has gone through the corrosion of the years and has become rusty, and the power contained in the sword body is very strong, and it has been plated with a layer of black light on the sword body.

What shook Ye Feng back was not just the giant sword, but the cold and evil power contained in the sword.

Ye Feng also found that in addition to the heavy sword in the hands of the bronze warrior, the armor of the bronze warrior was poured from head to toe, and in the night, it also revealed a faint black light, because it was integrated with the night, without the eyes of the gods, it was difficult to find this strange phenomenon.

A sword didn't hit Ye Feng, the bronze warrior waved his backhand, and the bronze heavy sword flashed a black light, setting off a frenzied strong wind, slashing towards Ye Feng's thigh.

The bronze heavy sword was long and heavy, but when it was cast, it was as fast as the wind, the blade of the sword had not arrived, the strong wind had already overwhelmed the body, and Ye Feng flashed sideways again.

The bronze warrior danced the heavy sword like a stormy wave, setting off a black light in the sky, pressing the ground Ye Feng almost out of breath.

He felt that no matter how he dodged, he would not be able to dodge the sword shadows in the sky, because he had already fallen into the river of sword light.

Ye Feng didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and if he was a little distracted, he was afraid that he would be twisted into a pulp by the heavy sword.

In Stonehenge, Ye Feng and the bronze warriors fought in full swing.

The heavy sword attack is fierce, the armor defense is super strong, and every heavy sword, whether it is a flying slash or an oblique stab, is like a roaring dragon, rampage, forcing Ye Feng to resist with all his strength.

Ye Feng relied on his subtlety and swordsmanship, the sky was full of wind and rain, and the flying sword was fast and sensitive, stabbing the opponent's seventeen swords, but they all felt like they were stabbed on a ball of cotton, not on the bronze armor.

Ye Feng understood that it was the black light that exuded from the bronze warrior's body that offset the power of the flying sword.

Seeing that the flying sword could not pierce the bronze armor, Ye Feng took a deep breath, his body seemed to swell a little, and he instantly became half a head taller, and his whole body was full of divine power, which was injected into the flying sword.

The sword of the flying sword skyrocketed, shaped like a half-human-high light sword, blazing, strong, purple electric light flashed in the middle, and the thunder was faint, in a style of wind and rain swordsmanship, the rain after the long rainbow, pierced through the layers of sword shadows of the heavy sword, and hit the shoulders of the bronze warriors.

But Ye Feng was depressed that the bronze warrior was not hit hard, but was shocked by the huge divine power and took a few steps back, raised the heavy sword high, and slashed it again.

Ye Feng felt that he had at least stabbed more than ten small holes in the armor of the bronze warrior, but no blood flowed out, and the bronze warrior did not suffer any damage.

Fighting such an undead creature would not cause any damage unless the head of the bronze warrior was chopped off, which doubled the pressure on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng no longer blindly relied on swordsmanship to injure the bronze warrior, but his left hand poured into the divine power, and the first seven-layer surge of the four strikes of the emperor hit it.

A continuous wave of fist power, like the waves of the angry sea, hit the bronze armor in waves, although it could not cause much damage, but it made the bronze warrior take a few steps back, and on the hard bronze armor, there were actually more shallow fist marks.

The Emperor's four strikes seem to deal more damage than the flying sword.

The Four Strikes of the Emperor of Thailand are not only created by the primeval gods, a kind of mystical martial arts, extremely powerful, shocking ghosts and gods, but it also has the most mysterious effect, that is, it can stimulate the divine power contained in the bloodline of the primeval gods.

The bronze warrior summoned by Elder Wei was wearing thick bronze armor, just to defend against Ye Feng's sharp flying sword, and what Yue Zhuoqun and the others were most afraid of was also Ye Feng's flying sword.

But they didn't expect that in addition to the flying sword, Ye Feng also had the bloodline of the more powerful primeval gods, created by the Thai Emperor, the four strikes of the Thai Emperor that could stimulate the most divine power.

When a shallow fist mark was printed on the bronze warrior bronze, Ye Feng seemed to see the hope of victory from the bitter battle, and couldn't help but perk up.

Ye Feng yelled at the outside of the formation: "Guy who pretends to be a ghost, let you taste the master's fist again." ”

Another surge of the emperor's four blows, this time Ye Feng used nine layers of surges.

The nine-layer surge was already Ye Feng's limit, and the layers of frantic divine power were like monstrous waves, boundless, heavy and heavy, rushing towards the bronze warrior.

(End of chapter)