The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 471: Chapter 471: I Also Have a Divine Weapon

Just as Chen Wu’s words fell, an old-fashioned, silver longsword appeared in his hands.

This sword carried a hint of aged wear, with several visible cracks on the blade, even nicks on the edges.

Yet this somewhat aged longsword exuded a palpitating fluctuation.

Fang Lin was instantly on guard. The feeling this sword gave him was extremely threatening, a true divine weapon.

“I only use this sword when facing a truly strong enemy. Among the opponents I’ve met, you are one of the most capable,” said Chen Wu, raising the silver longsword and pointing it towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin touched his nose, with an odd expression said, “Are you acknowledging me?”

Chen Wu sneered coldly and without a response, suddenly swung his longsword at Fang Lin.

Despite being tens of steps away, a sword light, like a moonlit river, screamed out, carrying an annihilating aura, rushing straight at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin’s hair stood on end, he quickly pulled out his big bone club to block in front of him.

Bang!!!

Next moment, the silver sword beam arrived and fiercely cut onto the big bone club and immediately cracks appeared on the surface of the big bone club.

Although Fang Lin was not directly attacked by the sword beam, the power of the sword beam still reached Fang Lin through his big bone club, blasting him back.

When Fang Lin fell to the ground and stumbled a few steps, although his body was shaken and he almost wanted to cough up blood, he was more worried about the big bone club.

The surface of the big bone club had many cracks. Although the bone club itself was quite hard, it had been slightly damaged when escaping from the Hidden Kill Hall last time, and this time it was injured by the longsword in Chen Wu’s hand.

Fang Lin sighed secretly, this big bone club, although strong, could not persist for long.

“Nice magical weapon, able to block my sword, but I wonder how many strikes it can take?” Chen Wu said lightly.

Fang Lin snorted, “How many times can you use that sword qi?”

At his words, Chen Wu revealed a strange smile, “Perhaps, more than you imagine.”

At the same time, Chen Wu swung his longsword again, another terrifying sword qi appeared, even more powerful than the previous one.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth, did not use the big bone mallet to resist, instead he ran the Power of Breaking Peak, displayed the Divine Power of Breaking Peak – Counterattack!

As the sword qi arrived, Fang Lin ran the power of Counterattack, completely reversing this sword qi.

“Let you taste it yourself!” Fang Lin sneered.

The horrifying silver-white sword qi reversed towards Chen Wu, he was slightly surprised, but that was all, his eyes showed a trace of contempt.

“My sword qi, naturally is easily mastered.” Chen Wu said, as he swung the silver longsword in his hand, surprisingly, he easily absorbed the sword qi that was coming at him into the longsword.

This scene made Fang Lin’s eyelid twitch, this longsword in Chen Wu’s hand was really tough.

Outside the field, He Qiannian wore a smile. Although Fang Lin’s strength was strong and even the Star-bursting Finger could not stop him, as long as Chen Wu used this silver longsword, he could establish his win.

“Master He, is this sword the treasure you found in the ruins of an ancient kingdom?” Zhao Zhenlong asked from the side.

He Qiannian nodded, “Indeed, it is a treasure I found in the ruins of that ancient kingdom, but the power of this sword was discovered by Chen Wu himself, you can say that this sword and he are destined.”

With the longsword in hand, Chen Wu was full of confidence. He guessed that Fang Lin could not display that terrifying divine power again, as for Fang Lin’s other skills, he did not take them seriously.

Of course, if Chen Wu knew that this Fang Lin was also a master at using poison, he might think differently.

But Fang Lin did not intend to use poison to win in the big contest of the three nations, that would be too despicable. It was not like he was dealing with an enemy, it was just a martial arts contest, using poison was really unfair and likely to incite others’ anger.

After all, he was a bright and upright Pill Refiner, not a Poison Pill Master who could unscrupulously use poison.

“Ah, I originally did not want to use this divine weapon, but your sword is so difficult, I can’t hold back anymore.” Fang Lin sighed and said mysteriously.

Hearing his words, Chen Wu’s eyes sharpened, clearly become cautious, and the others on the scene also turned their attention to him.

Could it be that Fang Lin was also going to use some divine weapon to contend against the sword in Chen Wu’s hand?

But really, Fang Lin was a genius of Purple Mist Sect, wouldn’t he have a divine weapon?

It was feared that in order to compete in the big contest of the three nations, Han Luoyun would not be stingy with any divine weapon, it was highly likely that Fang Lin had some astonishing treasures in his hand.

But can these really contend against this ancient longsword in Chen Wu’s hand?

Many people doubted, because this sword of Chen Wu was too powerful, had the sense of sweeping all peers, unless a weapon could suppress this sword, otherwise Fang Lin had no chance of winning.

Yang Jianye looked at Han Luoyun and asked, “Did you give this kid anything good?”

Han Luoyun shook his head and said with a smile, “I myself want a divine weapon, where would I have extra to give him?”

Upon hearing this, Yang Jianye and the other royals twitched their faces, you, the grandmaster of Purple Mist Sect, with a large family, are putting on an act of being poor here.

However, Han Luoyun did not lie. He really did not have a divine weapon to give to Fang Lin, because in his opinion, Fang Lin probably did not lack a divine weapon.

Fang Lin wore a mysterious expression, looking at Chen Wu, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he patted the Nine Palace Bag.

“Ahahaha! I can breathe fresh air again!” A cocky voice sounded, only to see Fang Lin actually pulled a big radish, the size of an arm, from his Nine Palace Bag. The radish even had arms, legs, and facial features, and it looked extremely wretched.

Everyone present was stupefied, especially Chen Wu, as he stared at Fang Lin and the radish in his hand.

Was this guy making a joke?

As soon as the Corpse Ginseng appeared, it wanted to shout and scream, but found out that there were so many people around. And all of them were staring at it?

“What… what’s going on?” The Ginseng was somewhat frightened. It found that every time it appeared, it would face different situations, especially the last time. It was used by Fang Lin as a weapon to fight against others, leaving a shadow on the Ginseng’s mind.

“What is this thing?” Chen Wu frowned, asked with some puzzlement.

Fang Lin did not answer, instead he stared at the Ginseng with a wicked smile, “Old Pickle, it’s time for you to perform!”