Chapter three hundred and sixteen sudden cold arrow
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
Zheng Sanpao took advantage of the close distance between the two and their inability to move, and took action decisively.
In the eyes of the world, perhaps they only know that Zheng Sanpao has the ability to bury thunder. His skills are so miraculous that they are hard to guard against.
But in fact, Zheng Sanpao's special skills go beyond that.
Instead, he has three unique skills: in addition to the melted ice pick, he also has thirty-six mourning door nails.
Each funeral door nail is also made from tens of thousands of years of ice.
Once hit by the Sangmen Ice Nail, the cold air enters the body, which can range from life to death, and in severe cases, freeze to death on the spot!
Very few people can hide from this thirty-six-way attack.
What's more, right now, the distance between the two of them is less than one meter, and their breathing can be heard.
Coupled with the frozen ground, it provides a geographical advantage, making the opponent unable to move and making it even more difficult to defend against!
"Ha ha!"
Amidst a burst of wild laughter, Zheng Sanpao decisively threw out the thirty-six door nails, hitting Ye Feng's body in different directions.
"This time, let me see how you can resist!"
In Zheng Sanpao's view, a dagger in Ye Feng's hand could only block a few door nails. How easy was it to protect his entire body?
As expected, the opponent can be shot into a sieve in the next second!
"careful!"
Huang Qian and others saw him at the side, and their hearts that had just been relieved suddenly became anxious again.
They also didn't expect that the other party was actually playing dirty tricks in secret, using a hidden weapon at such a close range.
"Haha, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!"
On the contrary, the group of desperadoes on the opposite side saw this and thought it was perfectly normal.
This is not a formal sparring, but a life-and-death struggle. Who said that concealed weapons cannot be used?
Almost in the blink of an eye.
Thirty-six mourning door nails came flying towards me with extremely cold air.
Ye Feng stood where he was, still motionless.
In the eyes of others, it seems as if he is ready to die.
"Are you dumbfounded? Can't you escape?" Zheng Sanpao couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Ye Feng had no reaction.
As everyone knows, facing such an offensive, Ye Feng doesn't need to dodge at all.
Just when those thirty-six funeral door nails were approaching a very close distance.
Ye Feng shook the dagger in his hand.
In an instant, an incredible scene appeared.
I saw thirty-six funeral door nails flying in mid-air, just like goldfish chasing food, changing directions one after another, and actually swimming back and forth in the direction of the dagger sliding.
The dagger in Ye Feng's hand slid to the east, and the group of mourning doornails followed uniformly to the east; the dagger slid to the west, and the group of mourning doornails followed to the west.
For a moment, Ye Feng waved the dagger in his hand and completely controlled the movement routes of the thirty-six funeral nails.
"This...how is this possible!?"
Suddenly, Zheng Sanpao was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.
And everyone around him also took a breath and looked dumbfounded.
Little did he know that after the dagger in Ye Feng's hand was fused with the ten thousand-year-old ice energy, all weapons made of ice were under his control.
Not to mention these thirty-six funeral nails, even if they were doubled, they would not be able to escape the pull of the dagger.
"Thirty-six funeral door nails are nothing more than that."
Ye Feng said lazily, shaking the dagger in his hand again, as if he was tired of playing with it.
Then he said: "Give it back to you!"
Before he finished speaking - he saw the dagger in Ye Feng's hand pointing lightly towards where Zheng Sanpao was.
In an instant, all thirty-six funeral door nails were returned and shot back. This chapter has been completed!
