C239 Black Soul Purple Dragon Sword vs tri-pointed two-edged knife!

"Jiaoniang, here!"

A solemn Ye Wuchen walked over to Jiaoniang's side, and then placed five drops of Dragon Blood Crystal on his palm. Jiaoniang's face instantly revealed shock, and he promptly shook his head: "There's no need, one drop is enough for me!"

It's all right, this is the property that the Uncle Long gave us, take it! Ye Wuchen indifferently curled his lips and laughed, looking at the painful looking Long Xiaotian behind him, he still really wanted to laugh out loud.

From birth till now, the only people who were truly good to her were her Uncle Li, and the rest were only those who feared her identity and her foster father.

But today, she had another man who loved her. Although this man was much younger than her, she still felt a lot of warmth and reliability.

"Little brother, I …" Jiaoniang's nose felt sour, and he wanted to say something emotional to express his feelings.

But at the same time, the door of the sword-furnace was pushed open, and Uncle Li walked out with a face covered in sweat.

The sword was engraved with a dragon pattern, making it look extremely valiant. Not only that, but the sword edge was faintly glowing with a bloody light, as if a casual strike could pierce through mountains and rivers, slicing apart the sky.

Under this kind of Qi, even Long Xiaotian was shocked, looking at the refined Purple Dragon Sword, he felt a burst of dragon Qi, how exactly was this dragon Qi formed?

Ye Wuchen and Jiaoniang walked in front of Uncle Li, who handed the sword over to him. After Ye Wuchen gripped the sword hilt tightly with his left hand, he felt as though there was a mountain within his grasp.

However, due to this heavy feeling, it was actually the quality of a sword. This meant that after being refined, the Purple Dragon Sword had surpassed a normal Holy-ranked equipment and had reached a genuine top-grade saint artifact.

With one hand clenched tightly, Ye Wuchen's gaze suddenly turned cold. With a tap on his toes, he leapt high into the air, with one hand seemingly pointing at everything while the other hand wielding the longsword waved along with the wind, looking like a normal action.

However, the Purple Dragon Sword released a powerful purplish black sharp blade. With a flash of cold light, the stars under the night sky seemed to shatter, and all the air seemed to be swallowed by the sword. In the end, it even cut through the starry sky.

"Nine-Li Sky Collapsing Fist!" Even though he was roaring wildly, when Ye Wuchen took a step forward, it was as if he had already stepped across the summit of a Heavenly Chasm Mountain.

Even Jiaoniang could not help but be shocked when the terrifying energy reached the ground. To think that it was so terrifying, this sword was probably strong enough to contend with an expert's Holy Spirit Third Level, because he could feel a presence that was even stronger than Ah'Da's.

Long Xiaotian frowned. He was indeed reborn, and compared to his previous life, this power was too weak. However, to have such an achievement today, it was already not bad.

Uncle Li was a little pleased and even a little happy. After all, master refiners prided themselves on their weapons, so now that they had smelted a high-grade saint artifact, he was very excited.

"Nine Styles of Tyrant Blade!"

Following that, he saw that in the dark night sky, another figure dressed in blue appeared. It was none other than Ge Bing, as he held onto a thick and thick two-edged long blade and slashed out, flying straight towards Ye Wuchen.

"Hmph, you came at the right time!" Ye Wuchen's expression turned cold, he immediately gripped his longsword tightly and once again swung Nine-Li Sky Collapsing Fist, a heaven-shattering, heaven-shattering power swept out. The sharp edge of the blade flashed, and arrived in front of Ge Bing.

Ge Bing's expression did not change, but his heart became much heavier. The Purple Dragon Sword that Ye Wuchen was holding was of a very high grade, at least not weaker than the tri-pointed two-edged knife in his hands.

"Haha, Wu Chen, you can't win against me!" Ge Bing laughed out loud, taking the initiative to approach the terrifying energy ripple formed by the blade of light. At the same time, he slashed out with his blade, a domineering and sharp energy penetrating within a radius of several hundred meters.

Ge Bing took another step forward, appeared in front of Ye Wuchen, and slashed out with his blade without holding back. He knew that the greatest respect he had for Ye Wuchen was to not hold back, and to give it his all.

Moreover, if he did not go all out, it was very likely that he would lose miserably. He was very clear on Ye Wuchen's strength.

Ge Bing's speed was extremely fast, to the point where Ye Wuchen almost could not catch him, but fortunately, he managed to catch sight of Ge Bing's figure in the end.

"Desolate Termination!" Ye Wuchen waved the Purple Dragon Sword and slashed his sword. Immediately, tens of thousands of icy-cold rays of destructive light shot out into the sky and clashed with Ge Bing's tri-pointed two-edged knife in an instant, causing intense sparks to fly.

Ka ka ka!

Deafening collisions resounded on the stage, while Ye Wuchen and Ge Bing both retreated a few steps. Their steps were the same, and no one was able to do anything to them.

Ye Wuchen was shocked. This was Ge Bing's true strength, he had been hiding this entire time, pretending to be weak. In reality, how could the disciples of the Sword Saint be weak? Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Jian Yangzi?

Ge Bing's expression was extremely heavy. In his entire life, he had always been the one who had felt the most about weapons, and he would never be willing to submit to anyone in a battle with weapons. But today, he felt that his greatest opponent with weapons had appeared.

It was none other than Ye Wuchen.

Ge Bing flew back to his original position and rushed straight towards Ye Wuchen. The tri-pointed two-edged knife left his arms and rotated at top speed, flying straight towards Ye Wuchen's neck. It could be said to be extremely vicious, but it was just as it was.

Ye Wuchen's expression changed, but his mouth also curved in a smile, and the Purple Dragon Sword in his hand shot out quickly, its speed was even faster than the tri-pointed two-edged knife.

Swoosh!

A clear piercing sound broke the silent night, as the Purple Dragon Sword's blade was just three centimeters away from Ge Bing's throat, just a little more and it would have pierced his throat.

And the tri-pointed two-edged knife was wrapped around Ye Wuchen's chin, so as long as it went even deeper, it could cut his throat.

The two of them were stunned for a moment before they laughed heartily towards the sky. The two of them waved their hands to retrieve their weapons and smiled in satisfaction.

"Wu Chen, you are the first opponent that I cannot defeat with my weapon!"

"Me too!"

Both Ge Bing and Ye Wuchen revealed each other's admiration and amazement. Perhaps their abilities were limited, but the weapons the two of them used were of the same level after all.

The two old men in the sky were laughing at each other, but the expressions of the two old men on the street were not good. One of them was Uncle Li, but the other one appeared along with Ge Bing.

The old man had long, white hair and a white beard, giving off a mysterious feeling.

The old man was none other than the Master Refiner who had forged the tri-pointed two-edged knife for Ge Bing. He was also a fourth rank Grandmaster, and was also the sworn enemy of the Uncle Li.

However, in his entire life, he had never been stronger than his opponent. Every time, he would end up with a draw, and now was the same.

"Haha, it's a draw again. Old Li, you can't do it either!" The white-clothed old man grinned and laughed, somewhat sarcastically but mostly mockingly.

Uncle Li glared at the old man and curled his lips in disdain: "What are you being arrogant for? You still haven't won against me? "

"Hmph, you old fellow, you still haven't defeated me!" The white-robed old man's face also turned ugly. The two old men looked at each other, and they really wanted to fight.

Seeing the two old men fighting each other, Jiaoniang could only laugh bitterly. Uncle Li and white uncle were like this, fighting for their entire lives still continued, and maybe they would never be able to determine the victor in their entire lives. But because of this, they were able to make their skills even more pure.

This was because both parties had the motivation to let the other improve. If one day, a victor was decided, then it was very likely that the two great weapons craftsmen would be the one to be destroyed.

Ye Wuchen and Ge Bing walked down, and Ye Wuchen stood in front of Uncle Li. Ge Bing on the other hand, was grinning at white uncle, and felt somewhat ashamed.

The quality of the tri-pointed two-edged knife he forged was high quality, if activated by a real ranker, the power would definitely be even greater.

"Humph, Old White, look at the Dustless Little Friend who has the Peak Saint Master, while Ge Bing has the Holy Spirit First Level, the difference in their levels is a tie, so it should be me winning!" The Uncle Li said unwillingly as he pointed at Ye Wuchen and glared at him.

white uncle was also enraged as he scolded: "Pui, shameless, Dustless Little Friend is extremely talented, they are naturally opponents of the same level, why didn't you say that my tri-pointed two-edged knife was truly made, yet your Purple Dragon Sword was refined?"

In other words, the tri-pointed two-edged knife was the work of the white uncle from beginning to end. However, the Purple Dragon Sword had already appeared before, and it was only the Uncle Li that upgraded it.

From this point of view, the Uncle Li was not as good as the white uncle, but according to the person who used the weapon, Ye Wuchen was undoubtedly better.

Thus, the two old men ended the battle in a tie.

"Humph, I won't say anymore, kid, take the money!" white uncle was somewhat angry, he stared at Ge Bing and waved his arm, and Ge Bing laughed bitterly, knowing that this old man would never forget about it.

Ge Bing took off the spatial ring on his hand and gave the three billion gold ingots to the old man. The old man looked at it briefly and then kept it satisfied.

Uncle Li felt a little embarrassed to ask Ye Wuchen for money. After all, he had a deep relationship with Jiaoniang, and he treated Jiaoniang as his own daughter. In that case, wouldn't Ye Wuchen be his son-in-law? How could he ask for money from his son-in-law?

white uncle stared at Uncle Li strangely. What happened to the old man today? Normally, they would rush each other for money. Uncle Li was not even a fraction less, why would they feel embarrassed to ask for money today?

"Uncle Li, here are a billion gold ingots, and two drops of dragon blood!" Ye Wuchen curled his lips into a smile. Naturally, he would not let the Uncle Li work for nothing, so he gave his first billion gold ingot to the old man, then took out two blood crystals.

"Dragon blood?" Uncle Li's face was filled with joy. Under the dumbstruck gaze, he stared blankly at the Dragon Blood Crystal, so he clenched it tightly and laughed out loud.

With the dragon blood, his refining skills would be like fish in water!

When white uncle saw this, he became anxious. He understood the importance of dragon blood in refining artifacts. Once Uncle Li refined a weapon of dragon blood, he would lose without a doubt.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dustless Little Friend, hey, hey, that …" white uncle's expression instantly changed, and then he walked to Ye Wuchen's side while laughing loudly.

Ye Wuchen looked at white uncle, cupped his fist and smiled respectfully: "Senior, do you have any instructions?"

"Aiya, boy, don't pretend! Name a price! I want to buy dragon blood!" white uncle's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't want to waste words with Ye Wuchen, he just wanted to get the dragon blood impatiently.

Long Xiaotian felt helpless at the side. His dragon blood had actually become a bargaining chip!

Sad!