When everyone saw this situation, they couldn't help but secretly clicked their tongues.
Unexpectedly, even a swordsman like Li Yifan, who was extremely accomplished in swordsmanship, could not get close to that divine sword.
However, Liu Tiancheng had already expected this and still looked calm.
In the end, Li Yifan had no choice but to give up, and crawled out from the range enveloped by the divine sword's pressure in embarrassment.
"Let me try it!"
As soon as Li Yifan stepped down, another middle-aged man came on stage.
I saw the middle-aged man wearing the robe of the elder of Wuhun Palace, with long flowing hair, looking like an outsider.
Compared with Li Yifan, his aura is much richer.
His cultivation has also reached the seventh level of the True Martial Realm.
"This...this is the core elder of Zhongzhou Wuhun Palace, Yan Shuangying!"
"I remember that Yan Shuangying is a famous swordsman in Zhongzhou. Maybe he can really control that divine sword?"
While everyone was discussing enthusiastically, Yan Shuangying jumped towards the auction table.
However, like Li Yifan, he immediately fell to the ground as soon as he entered the ten-meter range of the Divine Sword.
However, unlike Li Yifan, his figure is not embarrassing.
Instead, he stood firmly on the ground.
But even so, his face was still a little ugly.
Apparently he felt the terrifying pressure coming from the divine sword through his body.
Yan Shuangying took a deep breath, and then walked towards the divine sword.
Every step he took seemed extremely laborious, as if he was walking in a quagmire.
Nine meters...eight meters...four meters...three meters...
Soon, he came to a distance of one meter from the divine sword.
Just when he was about to take one more step, his body suddenly softened and he collapsed to the ground.
Seeing his unwillingness, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.
Forget it about Li Yifan, after all, he is just a warrior at the fifth level of true martial arts.
But Yan Shuangying was a warrior at the seventh level of Zhenwu, and he ended up with the same result.
They simply couldn't imagine how powerful the owner of this divine sword was during his lifetime.
After Yan Shuangying left the auction stage, the entire venue fell into dead silence again.
Until finally, the voice of a middle-aged man broke the calm.
"Interesting, really interesting, I'll give it a try too."
Everyone followed the sound and looked.
I saw that the middle-aged man was wearing a white jade crown and had three eye-catching sword marks on the left side of his face.
His whole body exuded a cold evil aura, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Putting aside the sword marks, he is somewhat similar to Xiao Yan.
The aura on his body was somewhat richer than that of Li Yifan and Yan Shuangying.
This middle-aged man is clearly a warrior at the eighth level of true martial arts!
"Xiao Nitian, the head of the Xiao family? I didn't expect that he would also come to the auction!"
"Is he the strongest genius in Zhongzhou, the father of Xiao Yan? What a powerful aura!"
"As expected, a tiger father has no dog son. Both father and son are equally powerful!"
"Although Xiao Nitian's strength is not the strongest in Zhongzhou, his swordsmanship is among the few among them."
"In this Zhongzhou City, except for the two strongest masters of Wuhun Hall and the city master of Zhongzhou City."
"He is the only one who is most likely to control this divine sword!"
When they saw Li Yifan and Yan Shuangying, everyone might not be sure whether they could control the divine sword.
But when they saw Xiao Nitian, everyone was full of confidence in him.
Because, before Xiao Yan became the number one genius in Zhongzhou.
Xiao Nitian had already turned the entire Zhongzhou City upside down with one man and one sword.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Xiao Nitian walked out of the crowd in a low-key manner.
He did not make a high-profile leap to the auction stage like the two of them.
Instead, he chose to stroll around like a mortal and walk slowly and leisurely.
When he entered the ten-meter range of the Divine Sword, his speed also slowed down significantly.
Obviously, the pressure of the divine sword put a lot of pressure on him.
But he remained the same, with his face as usual, and walked towards the divine sword step by step.
His steps were firm, slow and firm.
After all, he is the head of the aristocratic family, even though Yan Shuangying and him are both high-level True Martial Realm experts.
But the difference in background ultimately made the two people different in nature.
In addition, Xiao Nitian's superb swordsmanship talent.
Soon, he walked a distance of ten meters and came to the divine sword.
And until this moment, his face was still as calm as water.
Even breathing has never become difficult or heavy.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
"As expected of the strongest person in Zhongzhou's swordsmanship, he is truly amazing."
"Like father, like son. If Xiao Yan's talent is so strong, his father's talent cannot be weak."
"It seems that Xiao Nitian is very likely to be able to control this divine sword!"
Under the admiring gaze of everyone, Xiao Nitian slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the divine sword.
After picking up the Excalibur from the exhibition stand, he stretched out his left hand to hold the scabbard of the Excalibur.
At this moment, an ancient wild atmosphere burst out instantly.
It was as if an ancient god had awakened.
A powerful spiritual energy, like a shock wave, attacked Xiao Nitian's consciousness.
In less than half a second, Xiao Nitian's pupils were instantly dyed blood red.
At this moment, he let out an inhuman roar.
Xiao Nitian was like a madman, roaring like crazy.
Senhan's crazy eyes kept scanning over everyone.
Under the gaze of this gaze, everyone could not help but feel heart palpitations.
As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, a chill rose from the soles of his feet and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
"My mind was controlled by the divine sword and I lost myself!" Liu Tiancheng sighed softly and shook his head silently.
He didn't seem surprised by this, but looked accustomed to it.
This divine sword has been in Liu Tiancheng's hands for many years, and it's not like Liu Tiancheng hasn't tried to get in touch with it.
But even with his strength when he first entered the martial arts realm, it was difficult to resist the spiritual energy of the divine sword.
I even almost had my mind controlled several times.
At this moment, Xiao Nitian looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, rushing off the auction table like crazy.
He was swinging the divine sword that had not been unsheathed randomly, and he actually wanted to attack everyone.
Upon seeing this, Liu Tiancheng shouted quickly: "Get out of the way!"
At the same time, his figure flashed.
He appeared in front of Xiao Nitian in an instant, and then suddenly slapped his chest.
His hands, as skinny as dry wood, seemed soft and weak.
But in fact, this palm is not as weak as it appears.
This palm contains a very dark and cold vitality.
As soon as this vitality entered Xiao Nitian's body, it instantly penetrated into his limbs and bones, blocking his meridians.
Before Xiao Nitian could react, Liu Tiancheng pointed his palms together again.
