Chapter 2006: The Short Stick Shows Its Power Again

Chapter 2006 Nameless Short Stick

"Do you think I will fight you hard when I know that your physical strength is stronger than mine?"

"If it weren't for this Godless Abyss, I couldn't use my Yuanli. Just relying on you, a little king realm third-level warrior, you don't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes. Si Tu Reading.\nＣＯＭ"

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

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

He was finally going to take the initiative to attack.

Ye Feng frowned, and Kunpeng Jiutian body technique was used again. He turned his body to the side and dodged Huan Jue's attack.

But although he dodged Huan Jue's attack, Ye Feng didn't dare to fight back.

After several attacks and defenses just now, Ye Feng already knew the skills that Huan Jue practiced, and he was very good at defense. No matter where his killing knife chopped, Huan Jue could block it with the black dragon mace in the first time.

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

However, the holy weapon in Huanjue's hand was too domineering, and it could destroy all sharp blades. Once the Killing Mang Knife was shattered by it, Ye Feng, no matter how strong he was, could not do anything to him in the empty-handed state.

In addition to the Killing Mang Knife, Ye Feng certainly had other weapons in his storage ring, but the grades of those weapons were too low.

Since Ye Feng's physical cultivation realm was promoted to the level of Divine Bravery, he only had the Killing Mang Knife in his hand, which was barely suitable for use. Other low-level weapons would be broken with a little force.

"Haha... Why don't you cut me? Aren't you very strong?"

Huanjue laughed loudly, relying on the Black Dragon Mace in his hand, and felt comfortable and proud.

Old Qi, who was watching the battle, also laughed at this time.

Although Huanjue was injured just now, this kind of injury was nothing for him as a physical cultivator.

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 times, and then personally offer the Killing God Moon, and I will spare your life."

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

Huan Jue sneered again and again, and his attacks became more and more sharp. The Black Dragon Mace turned into black shadows, and each move was a killing move that directly hit Ye Feng's vitals.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, could only dodge and did not dare to fight back at all, which was very embarrassing.

"Dang——"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came, accompanied by a sound like glass breaking.

While Ye Feng was dodging blindly, Huan Jue actually changed his moves. The Black Dragon Mace no longer attacked Ye Feng's body, but suddenly chopped on the back of the Killing Mang Knife.

Originally, this heavenly spiritual weapon was already scarred and had many cracks. After being chopped hard by the Black Dragon Mace, it immediately shattered and turned into countless fragments and fell.

Looking at the broken knife with only a piece left in his hand, Ye Feng felt his heart bleeding.

The Killing Blade was the only weapon he had, and now it was broken. How could he fight again?

Could he only use a sword?

But swordsmanship can only work if it is driven by Yuanli.

If he fought Huanjue with a sword, he would probably break the sword and injure the person in a single encounter. As for the Demon King's Divine Bow, it was a sharp weapon for long-range sneak attacks. Taking it out at this time would be a waste.

He was in a dilemma.

What to do?

"Hehe... boy, today is your death day! Kill you, the beauty, and the Yuanmai will all be in my hands. Die!"

Huanjue smiled sinisterly, and the Black Dragon Mace made a whirring sound, turning into countless afterimages, and went straight to Ye Feng's face.

Losing a weapon means losing the power to fight back. Even if he is undefeated for a while, he 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, as if he had thought of something.

Then, a black light flashed, and a black short stick appeared in his hand.

This short black stick doesn't look special. It doesn't look like a weapon. Instead, it looks more like a fire stick that ordinary farmers often use to stir up fire.

"Why, you're taking out a fire stick to fight against my Black Dragon Mace?"

Huan Jue sneered at this, and the Black Dragon Mace increased its strength and smashed towards Ye Feng.

He certainly didn't think that Ye Feng could take out any decent magic weapon. With the opponent's strength and background, it was already very good to have a heavenly spiritual weapon.

Seeing this scene not far away, Qi Lao couldn't help but shout loudly: "Young Master, Ye Feng is dead this time."

Others don't know how powerful the Black Dragon Mace is, but as Huan Jue's close bodyguard, he knows it very well.

This holy weapon was specially made for Huan Jue by the head of the Huan family after searching through all the major weapon refining masters in the Shenwu Continent.

It is specifically designed to counter that kind of magic weapon, and there are many heavenly spiritual weapons that have been broken by the Black Dragon Mace.

Huan Jue can be called the strongest of the younger generation of Tiandao Sect, largely because of this reason.

A mere fire stick dares to compete with the Black Dragon Mace?

Old Qi seemed to have seen the scene where Ye Feng's short stick was cut off by the Black Dragon Mace and his head was smashed directly, and he was excited.

"Xiao Feng..."

Seeing this scene, Sha Shenyue was also extremely nervous. She shouted and rushed forward.

But was stopped by Old Qi on the side.

Seeing the Black Dragon Mace coming, Ye Feng showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then poured power into the short stick and swung it fiercely.

"Dang——"

The short stick and the Black Dragon Mace collided with each other, making a loud sound like a huge bell.

A strange scene happened.

The two weapons separated as soon as they touched each other, and the short stick in Ye Feng's hand not only did not break, but instead made a "buzzing" sound.

The black dragon mace in Huan Jue's hand made a "click" sound, and the black mace body cracked with a crack like a spider web.

Not only that, the huge repulsive force generated after the two soldiers collided directly shattered the bones of Huanjue's palm, and the black dragon mace could no longer be held firmly and flew out sideways.

"this……"

Huan Jue took a few steps back and looked at the short stick in Ye Feng's hand with a horrified look on his face, as if he couldn't believe it.

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

The short iron rod with an unspectacular appearance also had no quality. It was hard to tell what material it was made of. It was neither gold nor wood, so it was very inconspicuous.

However, this short iron rod can become quite heavy under the infusion of strength.

When Ye Feng's cultivation level was low, he had defeated many strong men many times with this nameless short stick. However, as his cultivation level became stronger and stronger, and he had more and more spiritual weapons in his hands, he had been hiding it in his mind. Mysterious space, not used.

If Huan Jue hadn't forced him to do nothing today, Ye Feng probably wouldn't have remembered that he still had such an inconspicuous weapon.

"Master, are you okay?"

Mr. Qi was so horrified that he gave up intercepting Sha Shenyue and flew in front of Huan Jue.

Huan Jue shook his head and turned to look at the black dragon mace that fell aside, his face ashen.

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

"Huanjue, please go, I won't kill you."

Although he defeated Huan Jue, Ye Feng did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Without Wu Shen Yuan's special location, he would never be Huan Jue's opponent.

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

"Leave? How is it possible... Ye Feng, I said today is the day you die. If you don't die, how can I leave!"

Huanjue looked guilty, and a cruel smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth full of blood. He raised his head and ordered to Mr. Qi next to him: "Kill him!"

"Then, take his weapon and give it to me!"