Chapter 837: In and Out…
"These two bronze statues look so imposing."
Wang Shouyi walked up to the bronze statue, not knowing which deity it represented.
Each of them held a long axe adorned with daylily blossoms, their faces were blue and their fangs were sharp, their eyes were wide open in anger, and their expressions were ferocious but not terrifying, rather majestic.
However, in her heart, she already regarded this place as the upper realm.
So he stood respectfully before the two bronze statues and bowed in greeting.
"Two great masters, this junior has no intention of offending you. May I ask where this place is, and whether we should follow the iron chain upwards?"
"If the two great gods hear my prayers, I humbly request that they give me some guidance."
Wang Shouyi muttered to himself, and Chen Huai'an, who was standing a step behind him, suddenly changed his expression.
"careful!"
Before the words were finished, the two bronze statues, which had been silent and motionless, suddenly trembled.
The heavy Xuanhua axe, accompanied by a fierce wind, slashed down fiercely towards the right and right sides of the 녨.
That power was pure and domineering, as if it wanted to split this space in two!
"Pfft—! Ouch!"
Wang Shouyi, the weakest among them, was caught off guard. Even though he had summoned his protective magic weapon, he was still sent flying by the terrifying axe wind. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his ribs made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
"You wicked creature! Cease your arrogance!" Zhang Yibai roared.
Instead of taking the blow head-on from the giant axe, he spread his feet apart and slowly drew an arc in front of him with his hands.
In an instant, black and white energies flowed in his palm, forming a faintly visible Tai Chi yin-yang symbol.
"Yin and Yang transform, the two energies endure! Four ounces can move a heavy weight!"
But then Zhang Yibai's hands seemed to catch the huge axe blade from thin air, and the speed at which the axe blade fell suddenly slowed down.
"when--!"
The giant axe struck the Tai Chi diagram, but there was no violent impact; it was more like being trapped in a quagmire. However, the power of the bronze statue was truly terrifying. Even though Zhang Yibai had deflected 70% of the force, the remaining 30% still caused his protective aura to dissipate.
He let out a muffled groan and retreated dozens of steps.
Ta-da!
Each step left a deep footprint on the white jade floor, until the last step when he barely managed to stand firm, a trace of bright red spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Gu Chang was equally disheveled. To avoid the attack, he rolled and crawled on the ground, half of his sleeve being torn to shreds by the strong wind.
However, just when everyone thought the bronze statue would press its advantage and wipe them out—
"Click-clack..."
After completing the first wave of attacks, the two bronze statues miraculously and in unison retracted their long axes, retreating heavily back to their original positions.
The glimmer of light in their eyes faded, and they returned to being lifeless, as if the riot just now had been an illusion.
"Stop...stopped?" Gu Chang wiped away a bead of cold sweat, still shaken. "What does this mean? Is this cat playing with a mouse?"
"No, it's a mechanism."
Chen Huai'an was now standing at the very front, his gaze fixed intently on the two bronze statues. He said in a deep voice, "Just now, I noticed that when the axe struck Wang Shouyi, the other bronze statue's movement noticeably slowed down for a moment, as if it was waiting for some kind of judgment."
He turned to look at everyone and said, "Although this formation becomes stronger when it encounters a stronger opponent, it seems that it can only lock onto the aura of one main target at a time."
Our initial rush triggered their group attack mode, causing the damage to amplify.
"What Brother Chen means is..." Zhang Yibai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lost in thought.
"Go through them one by one."
Chen Huai'an said with certainty, "As long as the formation is not disturbed on a large scale, everyone should face their own unique 'test'."
Having said that, Chen Huai'an did not let the others take risks, but took the first step himself.
This one step felt like stepping on some forbidden mechanism.
Click! The bronze statue immediately came to life.
Chen Huai'an pulled his feet back.
The bronze statue went back.
Chen Huai'an took another step forward.
The bronze statue raised its giant axe again.
Chen Huai'an seemed to be deep in thought, then drew a line under his feet.
People started coming and going.
"Hey~ I'm here!"
"I'm going out now~"
"You're in again~"
"He's out again, hehe!"
Chen Huai'an got into a game.
Zhang Yibai and the others fell silent.
The two bronze statues were enraged.
The moment Chen Huai'an stepped in for the last time.
Boom! The once deathly silent square suddenly erupted into chaos as the two bronze statues, each ten feet tall, went berserk simultaneously without any warning.
The machine creaked and groaned, accompanied by a sickeningly loud bang.
Buzz—! A ghostly green flame instantly erupted from the gaps in the armor.
It's hard to say what kind of flame it is, but anything that appears in this underground palace must be extraordinary.
The figures of the two colossal statues blurred in the distorted air of high temperature, with only two ancient axe-like blades, each capable of splitting the heavens and earth, on the right and left, carrying azure flames that could incinerate all things, delivering a swift and physics-defying crushing blow!
quick.
Incredibly fast.
Before Zhang Yibai could even blink, the terrifying axe blade had already sliced through the air above Chen Huai'an's head.
If it were anyone else, they would be minced meat by now.
But Chen Huai'an only made one move.
Draw your sword.
bass--!
Where the sword light appeared, it was not just a cold glint, but a silver-white sword curtain that poured down like an avalanche.
—Sword Style: One Sword Guards the Pass.
Don't open it at all.
"when--!!!"
Two massive axes, each weighing tens of thousands of kilograms and burning with fierce flames, slammed down on the thin layer of silvery-white sword screen, producing a deafening roar like the sound of a great bell.
The sword curtain remained unbroken, without even a ripple.
Chen Huai'an held his sword in one hand, his body as straight as a pine tree, creating an absolute forbidden zone amidst the strangulation of the two raging giants.
Anyone who crosses this line will die.
The next instant, Chen Huai'an gently twisted his wrist.
This turn seemed to shift the very energy of heaven and earth.
Beneath the dark and chaotic sky, though there were no stars, a solitary full moon suddenly rose.
That's not the moon.
That's sword energy.
Clear and cold, aloof and proud, all-encompassing.
—Sword Style: Moon Rising Over the Heavenly Mountains.
The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
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