The figure in the dark walked towards Ye Feng with heavy footsteps. It was obvious that the other person was very heavy. Every step he took left a footprint on the ground, accompanied by the sound of clanging metal.
Although the fog was thick and Ye Feng couldn't see clearly, his divine eyes could see everything clearly. The other party was wearing heavy bronze armor and holding a huge bronze sword in his hand, dressed like a bronze warrior.
The bronze armor was covered in rust, and dark green rust appeared everywhere. This rust reminded Ye Feng of the rusty bronze coffin in the cellar at the Yu Shui Bridge.
The giant sword in the bronze warrior's hand made Ye Feng feel more stressed. The giant sword was more than a person's length and five fingers' width. It was also made of bronze. Like the armor, there was a little copper rust on it. However, the blade was still extremely sharp, revealing a chilling light.
Ye Feng raised the flying sword in his hand. Compared with the giant sword, the flying sword was pitifully small, like a dwarf meeting a giant.
Look at that giant bronze sword, it is made entirely of bronze and must weigh at least 80 kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary people to even lift it, let alone wield it. Ye Feng once carried 50 kilograms of rice upstairs and was exhausted and breathless.
The bronze warrior was wearing heavy armor and a helmet, so his face could not be seen at all. Ye Feng could only see the empty, black hole-like eye sockets through the gaps in the armor mask.
There were no pupils in his eyes, only a faint black aura.
Ye Feng did not feel surprised. He knew that the person coming was not a human from the strong stench of decayed corpse emanating from the armor. Even if he was not a zombie, he was at least a high-level ghost.
The bronze warrior was more than two meters tall. He stood in front of Ye Feng, holding the giant sword high in his hand and chopped down at Ye Feng's head. Ye Feng felt like a mountain that collapsed in an instant.
Ye Feng's eyes were full of dark shadows and there was a whistling sound in his ears. He stepped on the Luoyan Step, dodged the frontal attack, turned sideways, infused the flying sword in his hand with divine power, and knocked it outward.
He did not intend to engage in a head-on confrontation with the bronze warrior. He had already avoided the powerful force from the front and only attacked from the side, stabbing his flying sword from the inclined surface to test how much power this giant sword actually contained.
Boom! Ye Feng felt as if his flying sword had touched high voltage electricity. A huge force bounced out from the sword, shaking his blood and causing him to take several steps back and almost fall down.
If he hadn't held the flying sword tightly, the small flying sword would probably have been blown away.
What a powerful force! Ye Feng was secretly surprised. This force was very similar to the fourth strike of the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes that he felt when he performed it.
Although the bronze sword has been corroded by the years and has become rusty, the power contained in the sword is very strong, and it is coated with a layer of black luster.
What made Ye Feng retreat was not just the giant sword, but mainly the cold and evil power contained in the sword.
Ye Feng also discovered that in addition to the heavy sword in the bronze warrior's hand, the bronze warrior's armor, from head to toe, also emitted a faint black light in the night. Because it blended into the night, it was difficult to discover this strange phenomenon without the divine eye.
The sword missed Ye Feng, so the bronze warrior swung his hand back, and the bronze heavy sword flashed a black light, stirring up a violent gust of wind, and slashed towards Ye Feng's thigh.
The bronze heavy sword was long and heavy, but when it was wielded, it was as fast as a gust of wind. Before the sword tip arrived, the strong wind had already hit his body. Ye Feng dodged again by turning sideways.
The bronze warrior danced with his heavy sword like a raging wave, raising a dark light all over the sky, pressing down on Ye Feng so hard that he could hardly breathe.
He felt that no matter how he dodged, he could not escape the sword shadows in the sky, because he had already fallen into the river formed by the sword lights.
Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the enemy. If he lost his concentration for a moment, he would be minced into a pulp by the heavy sword.
In the Stonehenge, Ye Feng and the bronze warrior were fighting fiercely.
The heavy sword's attack was fierce and the armor's defensive power was extremely strong. Every strike of the heavy sword, whether it was a flying slash or a sideways stab, was like a roaring dragon, rushing forward and forcing Ye Feng to resist with all his strength.
Relying on his exquisite swordsmanship, Ye Feng's sword flew swiftly and nimbly, and he stabbed the opponent seventeen times, but it felt like he was stabbing a ball of cotton, not a bronze armor.
Ye Feng understood that it was the black light emanating from the bronze warrior 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 grew half a head taller. The divine power in his body surged and was injected into the flying sword.
The flying sword's sword light surged, shaped like a lightsaber half a person's height, hot and powerful, with purple lightning flashing in the middle and faint thunder. It was a style of wind and rain sword technique, like a rainbow after the rain, which pierced through the layers of sword shadows of the heavy sword and hit the bronze warrior's shoulder.
But what made Ye Feng depressed was that the bronze warrior was not seriously injured. He was just shocked back a few steps by the huge divine power. He raised the heavy sword high and chopped at him again.
Ye Feng felt that he had pierced at least a dozen small holes in the bronze warrior's armor, but no blood flowed out and the bronze warrior was not hurt at all.
Fighting with such an undead creature would not cause any harm unless the bronze warrior's head was chopped off, which doubled Ye Feng's pressure.
Ye Feng no longer relied solely on his swordsmanship to injure the bronze warrior. Instead, divine power flowed into his left hand, and he used the first of the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes, the Seven-Layer Surge, to attack.
Continuous waves of punching power, like raging sea waves, hit the bronze armor again and again. Although they could not cause much damage, they made the bronze warrior retreat several steps. There were actually some shallow fist marks on the hard bronze armor.
The damage caused by the Thai King's four attacks seemed to be greater than that of the flying sword.
The Four Strikes of the King of Thailand was not only created by the ancient gods, it is a kind of mysterious martial art with incomparable power that can shock the world and make ghosts cry, but it also has a most mysterious function, which is to stimulate the divine power contained in the blood of the ancient gods.
The bronze warriors summoned by Elder Wei were wearing thick bronze armor to defend against Ye Feng's sharp flying sword. Yue Zhuoqun and others were most afraid of Ye Feng's flying sword.
However, they did not expect that in addition to the flying sword, Ye Feng also had the more powerful bloodline of the ancient gods, the Four Strikes of Thailand created by the Emperor, which are the most powerful in stimulating divine power.
When a shallow fist mark appeared on the bronze warrior's bronze, Ye Feng seemed to see the hope of victory from the painful battle, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Ye Feng shouted to the outside of the formation: "You guys who are pretending to be ghosts, I will let you taste my fist again."
Another surge from the Thai Emperor's Four Strikes, this time Ye Feng used nine levels of surge.
The ninth level of surge was already Ye Feng's limit. Layer upon layer of frenzied divine power, like huge waves, boundless and overwhelming, rushed towards the bronze warrior.