The power in the dagger was like an abyss, devouring the ten-thousand-year-old ice crazily.
In just a few breaths, most of the ice was swallowed up and most of it melted.
At this time, the place where Ye Feng and Zheng Sanpao were standing was already covered in ice and so cold that others did not dare to approach.
Looking at the hand, the ice pick is melting little by little.
But the opponent's mediocre dagger actually melted most of the ice pick like an earthworm shaking a big tree.
Zheng Sanpao's face became increasingly ugly and full of fear.
It was as if I had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
How could the thousands of years of ice that had never melted be broken and melted by a broken dagger!?
What the hell is this!?
Did the other party use some magic method!?
At this moment, Zheng Sanpao was not the only one who was shocked.
There is also the group of desperadoes gathered by Zheng Sanpao for the name of Changbai Mountain.
They originally wanted to see how a real ancient warrior defeated Ye Feng.
However, they never expected that after just one confrontation between the two, the supposedly ten thousand-year-old ice in Zheng Sanpao's hand actually began to melt!
The dagger in Ye Feng's hand remained unchanged except for being covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.
The crowd may not be as powerful as these two, but they can see and hear, and they can still understand the situation in front of them.
No matter how you look at it, Zheng Sanpao, as an ancient warrior, is completely at a disadvantage!
——Wow!
Suddenly, the scene was in an uproar!
Like Zheng Sanpao, everyone also showed expressions of horror and disbelief.
"Really or not? Did I read that right? Most of the weapon in Brother Pao's hand melted!?"
"Something's wrong, this is very wrong! Why do I feel that Brother Pao is going to lose!"
"Don't talk nonsense! Brother Pao is an ancient warrior. You can beat that kid with your eyes closed!"
"Maybe the melting of the ice was a deliberate move by Brother Pao!"
Although everyone tried their best to find all kinds of far-fetched reasons for Zheng Sanpao, the reality in front of them and the horrified look on Zheng Sanpao's own face still made everyone have to accept a cold reality.
It’s true that weapons made of thousands of years of ice melted!
It is true that Zheng Sanpao was defeated in one move!
——Gulu!
Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva nervously, and looked at Ye Feng in fear, wondering who this kid was!?
Just kill a mountain eagle.
Now, even the ancient warriors from Changbai Mountain are no match for him!?
What a joke!
On the other side, Hua Guodong and the other three were also stunned, with surprise gradually appearing on their faces.
"Huang Qian, tell me, is it my master who has the upper hand!?" Although Hua Guodong is not familiar with martial arts, he can still vaguely understand who is better and worse.
"Yes!" Huang Qian nodded repeatedly, equally shocked, "Lord Dragon King, how powerful is he! Isn't even the ancient warrior his opponent?"
"Mr. Ye's strength is indeed unfathomable!" Liu Ruyan said with shock and admiration.
At this moment, Ye Feng and Zheng Sanpao were face to face.
There were only two short soldiers between the two of them, but they were only a stone's throw away.
But even at such a short distance, because the weapon in Zheng San's gunner's hand gradually melted, the distance was further shortened.
The two of them are getting closer and closer!
After about half a cup of tea, the two of them went from being tit-for-tat at first, to being clearly strong and weak just now, to now being one-sided.
The ice pick in Zheng Sanpao's hand no longer had the awl, but only the handle in his hand was left after melting.
The entire weapon has almost been completely melted away.
"Asshole!"
Zheng Sanpao was ashamed and annoyed that his opponent melted his weapon with one move and he was at a disadvantage.
Is there anything more shameful than this in front of everyone!?
Zheng Sanpao subconsciously wanted to take a step back.
It turned out that due to the melted ice dripping to the ground, the location where the two were standing had been completely surrounded, forming an icy realm with a radius of several hundred meters.
Zheng Sanpao's feet had also been completely frozen, making him unable to move.
"Huh!?" At this moment, Ye Feng was slightly startled. He looked down at his feet and found that his shoes were also frozen.
The two of them seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move for a moment.
But even so, the dagger in Ye Feng's hand can seal the throat and kill the opponent at any time.
"You have been defeated!" Ye Feng shook the dagger in his hand and felt a new wave of ice energy inside the dagger. The three forces merged into one, making the dagger even more mysterious and unpredictable.
"Defeat!? How could I lose to you!?"
"Even with my bare hands, I can kill you instantly!"
Zheng Sanpao would never admit that he would be defeated at the hands of a secular person.
And when he saw Ye Feng, he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
The close distance between the two of them gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.
"Ha ha!"
Zheng Sanpao suddenly had another idea and couldn't help but sneer: "Although it melted my ice pick, you can't move because of it!"
"My weapons are not limited to this ice pick!"
As he spoke, Zheng Sanpao waved his hands, and like a goddess scattering flowers, countless black spots, densely packed, shot straight towards Ye Feng.
"Let you see how powerful my thirty-six funeral door nails are!" This chapter has been completed!
