Supreme Medicinal God

The figure in the dark came to Ye Feng, taking heavy steps. Obviously the other party was very heavy. Every step took a footprint on the ground, accompanied by bang, bang metal sound.

Although the fog was foggy, Ye Feng couldn't see clearly, but Ming Ming Shen saw it clearly. The other party was wearing heavy bronze armor, holding a bronze giant sword in his hand, and dressed like a bronze warrior.

The bronze armor was rusty, and dark green patina appeared everywhere. This patina reminded Ye Feng of the rusty bronze coffin in the cellar of Yushuiqiaotou.

The giant sword in the hands of the bronze warrior doubled the pressure in Ye Feng's heart. The giant sword, as long as one person and five fingers wide, was also made of bronze. Like armor, there was a little patina on it, but the blade was still sharp. , Revealing a chilling light.

Ye Fengyang raised the flying sword in his hand. Compared with the giant sword, the flying sword was pitifully small, just like a little witch saw a big witch.

Look at the bronze giant sword, all of it is made of bronze. It must be at least about 80 pounds. Ordinary people don’t even dance, but it is impossible to lift it. Ye Feng once carried 50 pounds of rice upstairs and was exhausted. .

The bronze warrior was wearing heavy armor and a helmet. He could not see the appearance at all. Ye Feng could only see the empty, black hole-like eyes through the gap of the armor mask.

There were no pupils in his eyes, only a slight black gas.

Ye Feng did not feel the accident, exuded a thick rotten corpse smell from the armor, already knowing that the coming person is not a human, even if it is not a zombie, it is also a high-level ghost.

The bronze warrior had a height of more than two meters. Standing in front of Ye Feng, he held a giant sword high in his hand and split his head against Ye Feng. Ye Feng felt like a mountain and instantly fell down.

Ye Feng's eyes were full of black shadows, and his ears were screaming winds. He stepped on Luo Yanbu, flashed a frontal attack, and leaned on his side. His flying sword was filled with divine power, and he flicked outward.

He didn't want to confront the bronze warrior hard. He had avoided the strong force on the front, but just knocked on the side and used a flying sword to pierce a sword from the tilted surface to try out how much power this giant sword contained.

Boom, Ye Feng felt that his flying sword was like touching a high voltage, a huge force was ejected from the sword body, shocked him with blood floating, backed a few steps, almost fell.

If it weren't for him to hold Feijian tightly, the little Feijian would probably fly away.

Ye Feng was surprised in a very powerful power. This power is very similar to the fourth blow of his four strikes.

Don't look at the bronze sword, it has experienced years of corrosion, and it has become rusty. The power contained in the sword body is very thick, and it is coated with a layer of black light.

What shocked Ye Feng backwards 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 fell from the head, and in the night, a faint dark light also appeared, because it was integrated with the night, and there was no destiny. It is difficult to find this strange phenomenon.

One sword did not cut the middle leaf maple, the bronze warrior waved his backhand, and the bronze epee flashed a dark light, setting off a frantic wind and cutting off Ye Feng's thigh.

The bronze epee was long and heavy, but when it was displayed, it was as fast as a blast. The blade did not arrive, the strong wind was already lingering, and Ye Feng flashed sideways.

Bronze samurai dance with a heavy sword is like a raging wave, and the sky is full of light, which makes the leaf maple almost breathless.

He felt that no matter how he avoided it, he couldn't escape the sky shadow because he had fallen into the river where Jianguang converged.

Ye Feng did not dare to underestimate the enemy and walked a little bit of God. I am afraid that she would be twisted into a puree by the Epee.

The maple leaves and the bronze warriors were in full swing in Stonehenge.

The Epee has a fierce offensive and super armor defense. Every Epee, whether it is a flying slash, but a diagonal stab, is like a roaring dragon, ramming into the sky, forcing Ye Feng to fight against it.

Ye Feng relied on subtlety and swordsmanship, flying in the wind and rain, flying sword quickly and sensitively, stabbed the other party's seventeen swords, but they all felt stabbed on a ball of cotton, not on bronze armor.

Ye Feng understands that it is the black light from the bronze warrior that offsets the power of Feijian.

Ye Feng saw that Feijian didn't wear bronze armor, and took a deep breath. His body seemed to swell a bit, and his head was instantly raised by half a head. His whole body was surging and injected into Feijian.

The blade of the flying sword skyrocketed, resembling a half-height lightsaber, fiery, powerful, with purple electro-optical flashes in the middle, the thunder was faint, in the style of wind and rain swordsmanship, Changhong after the rain, worn through the layer of the heavy sword Stacked sword shadows, centered on the shoulders of bronze warriors.

But Ye Feng was depressed that the bronze warrior had not been hit hard, but was shocked by a huge divine power, took a few steps back, raised his epee high, and cut it again.

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

Fighting such undead creatures will not cause any damage unless the head of the bronze warrior is cut off, which doubles Ye Feng's pressure.

Ye Feng no longer blindly relied on swordsmanship to injure the bronze warrior, but his left hand poured into the divine power.

A wave of endless punches, like the waves of anger, hit the bronze armor wave after wave, although it could not cause much damage, but the bronze warrior was beaten back a few steps, the hard bronze armor, there are actually many Fist of shallow fist.

The damage caused by the four strikes of the Thai emperor seems to be more than the flying sword.

The four strikes of the Thai emperor were not only created by the Archaic Protoss, a kind of mysterious martial arts, extremely powerful, and weeping ghosts and gods, but it also has one of the most mysterious functions, that is, it can excite the magical power contained in the blood of the Archaic Protoss.

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

But they did not expect Ye Feng to have the blood of the more powerful Archaic Protoss besides the Flying Sword. The Emperor Tai created it and most inspired the Emperor's four strikes.

When a shallow fist print was printed on the bronze of the bronze warrior, Ye Feng seemed to see the hope of victory from the frustrating battle, and could not help but rejuvenate.

Ye Feng shouted at the outside of the line: "Guys who pretend to be ghosts, let you try your fist again."

Another surge of four strikes by the Emperor of Thailand, this time Ye Feng used nine layers of surge.

The nine-layer surge is already Ye Feng's limit. Layers of madness are like gigantic waves, boundless and heavy, rushing towards the bronze warrior.

(End of this chapter)