World Wide Martial Art

Chapter 2006 Nameless Short Stick

"Do you think I would still fight you head-on even though I know your physical strength is stronger than mine?"

"If I weren't in this Godless Abyss and I couldn't use my Yuan Power, you, a third-level warrior of the Little King Realm, wouldn't even be qualified to carry my shoes. Situ Reading.\\nＣＯＭ"

Huan Jue snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with endless killing intent.

Then, he suddenly shouted loudly, holding the black dragon mace in his hand, and rushed towards Ye Feng.

He was finally going to take the initiative.

Ye Feng frowned, Kunpeng Jiutian's movement technique was used again, and Huan Jue's attack was dodged on one side of his body.

But although he escaped Huan Jue's attack, Ye Feng did not dare to fight back.

After several attacks and defenses just now, Ye Feng already knows the skills that Huan Jue has practiced and is very good at defense. No matter where his Sha Mang Dao cuts, Huan Jue can block it immediately with the black dragon mace.

If you want to defeat him, you can only crush him with absolute physical strength.

However, the holy weapon in Huan Jue's hand is too domineering, and it is expert in all sharp blades. Once the Sha Mang Dao is shattered by it, in the empty-handed state, no matter how powerful Ye Feng is, he will not be able to do anything to the opponent.

In addition to the Shamang Dao, there are of course other weapons in Ye Feng's storage ring, but the grades of those weapons are too low.

Ever since Ye Feng reached the realm of physical cultivation and advanced to the level of bravery, he only had a Shamang Dao in his hand that was barely suitable for use. The other low-level weapons would break with the slightest force.

"Haha... You were going to chop me. Why don't you chop me? Aren't you very powerful?"

Huan Jue laughed loudly, holding the black dragon's mace in hand, feeling comfortable and extremely proud.

Mr. Qi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also laughed at this time.

Although Huanjue was slightly injured just now, this kind of injury was nothing to his physical training.

As long as the young master can vent his anger, this is a big deal.

"Kneel down and kowtow to me three times, call me grandpa three more times, and then personally offer the Killing God Moon to you. I will spare your life."

"Otherwise, you will never get out of the Godless Abyss."

Huan Jue sneered again and again, and the attacks in his hands became more and more sharp. The black dragon's mace turned into black shadows, and every move was a killing move that directly hit Ye Feng's vitals.

On the other hand, Ye Feng could only dodge and didn't dare to fight back at all. He was in a very embarrassed state.

"clang--"

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, accompanied by a sound like glass breaking.

While Ye Feng was dodging, Huan Jue unexpectedly changed his moves. The black dragon mace no longer attacked Ye Feng's body, but suddenly slashed at the back of the Shamang Dao.

Originally, this heaven-level spiritual weapon was already riddled with scars and had many cracks. After being slashed hard by the black dragon mace, it immediately shattered and fell into countless fragments.

Looking at the broken knife with only one section left in his hand, Ye Feng felt his heart bleed.

The Shamang Dao was the only weapon he had in his hand, and now it was broken. How could he fight again?

Could it be that I can only use a sword?

But swordsmanship can only be effective if it is driven by Yuan Li.

If he were to fight Huan Jue with a sword, he would probably be wounded if he met him face to face. As for the Demon King's Divine Bow, it is a powerful weapon for long-distance sneak attacks. It is used to deliver food at this time.

A dilemma, a dilemma.

what to do?

"Hehe...boy, today is your day of death! Kill you, beauty, and vitality, and all of them will be in my hands. Suffer death!"

Huanjue smiled sinisterly, and the black dragon mace made the sound of whirring wind, turned into countless afterimages, and came straight towards Ye Feng's door.

Losing weapons means losing the ability to fight back. Even if you are undefeated for a while, you will not be able to hold on for long.

"No, I still have something in my hand!"

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and seemed to have thought of something.

Then, there was a flash of black light, and a short black stick appeared in his hand.

This black short stick doesn't look like anything special. It doesn't look like a weapon, but more like a fire stick commonly used by ordinary farmers to start fires.

"Why, you brought out a fire stick to fight against my black dragon mace?"

Seeing this, Huanjue couldn't help but sneered, and the black dragon mace increased its strength and hit Ye Feng head-on.

Of course, he didn't think that Ye Feng could come up with any decent magic weapon. Considering the opponent's strength and background, it was already pretty good to have a heaven-level spiritual weapon by his side.

Seeing the scene of Mr. Qi not far away, he couldn't help but shout loudly: "Sir, Ye Feng is dead this time."

Others don't know how powerful the black dragon's mace is, but as Huan Jue's close guard, he knows it all too well.

This holy weapon was a killing weapon specially crafted for Huan Jue by the head of the Huan family who had searched all the major weapon refiners in the Shenwu Continent.

There are not many heaven-level spiritual weapons that can be broken by the black dragon's mace.

Huan Jue is known as the strongest among the younger generation of Tiandao Sect, largely because of this reason.

How dare a mere fire stick compete with the black dragon's mace?

Mr. Qi seemed to have seen the scene where Ye Feng's short stick was cut off by the black dragon's mace, and his head was smashed directly, and he was excited.

"Xiao Feng..."

Seeing this scene, Sha Shenyue was also extremely nervous. She yelled and wanted to rush forward.

But he was stopped by Mr. Qi on the side.

Seeing the black dragon's mace coming, Ye Feng showed a sneer on his lips, then poured his strength into the short stick and swung it out fiercely.

"clang--"

The short stick and the black dragon mace collided with each other, making a loud sound like a bell.

A strange scene happened.

The two weapons were separated at the first touch. Instead of breaking, the short stick in Ye Feng's hand made a "buzzing" sound.

The black dragon mace in Huan Jue's hand made a "crack" sound, and a spider-web-like crack appeared on the black mace body.

Not only that, the huge recoil force generated by the collision between the two weapons directly shattered Huan Jue's palm bones, and the black dragon mace could no longer be held steadily, and flew out horizontally.

"This..."

Huan Jue stepped back a few steps, looking at the short stick in Ye Feng's hand with horror, as if he couldn't believe it.

The thing in Ye Feng's hand was the nameless short stick he accidentally got.

The unremarkable short iron stick also had no grade, and it was hard to tell what material it was made of. It was neither gold nor wood, and it was very inconspicuous.

However, this short iron stick could become quite heavy under the infusion of power.

When Ye Feng's cultivation was low, he had defeated many strong men with this nameless short stick many times, but as his cultivation became stronger and stronger, and he had more and more spiritual weapons in his hands, he kept it in the mysterious space and didn't use it.

If Huan Jue hadn't forced him into a corner today, Ye Feng probably wouldn't have remembered that he still had such an inconspicuous weapon.

"Young Master, are you, are you okay?"

Old Qi was horrified, gave up intercepting Sha Shenyue, and flew in front of Huan Jue.

Huan Jue shook his head, turned his head to look at the Black Dragon Mace that fell to the side, his face ashen.

He never thought that he would be defeated by the opponent.

"Huan Jue, go away, I won't kill you."

Although he defeated Huan Jue, Ye Feng didn't feel any joy in his heart.

If it weren't for the special geographical advantage of Wushenyuan, he would never be Huan Jue's opponent.

To put it bluntly, his cultivation was still too low, and he was worthless in front of a real master.

"Leave? How is that possible... Ye Feng, I said today is the day you die. If you don't die, why would I leave!" Huan Jue took the blame, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his bloody mouth. He raised his head and ordered Qi Lao beside him: "Kill him!" "Then, take his weapon and give it to me!"