Chapter 3920: Integrity and Loyalty

Nie Tian's figure was like a stream of light, stepping onto the auction platform.

"Ni Jianming!" When he saw Ni Jianming covered in blood, his pupils suddenly shrank and he growled.

"Nie... Tian." A familiar voice rang in Ni Jianming's ears, causing his bloody body to tremble. Then, with all his strength exhausted, he looked up and saw a familiar face, and called out the other person's name with difficulty.

"It's okay, I'll take you away from here." Nie Tian's eyes sank coldly, and he said heavily, with extreme determination in his eyes.

Ni Jianming nodded, and then fainted.

Seven blood tribulation powers, this is already his limit. If there is an eighth blood tribulation power, he will definitely die of blood rage on the spot.

Under the stimulation of the blood tribulation power, his blood power will become extremely violent, which will not only not affect the refining of blood elixir, but also make the blood elixir more effective.

It is precisely because of this that the people in the auction house do not mind that the blood slaves die under the power of the blood catastrophe.

"Where did you come from, you bastard, you are looking for death!" At this moment, the black-clothed warrior who exerted the power of the blood catastrophe reacted, roared violently, and then took a step forward, punched out wildly, and hit Nie Tian.

There are special restrictions on the auction table, even this black-clothed warrior is absolutely suppressed and can only use the power of the martial body.

Nie Tian's eyes sank slightly, and he felt the terrible killing intent in an instant.

But he did not panic, but his eyes sank, and then his body slightly turned aside and punched out.

"Bang!" The next moment, the two fists collided with each other, and a muffled sound came out, which was like the collision of metal and stone.

Then, Nie Tian's figure retreated several meters away, and he relied on the terrifying power bursting out of his legs to stabilize his body.

But looking at his arm again, his clenched fist was already bloody and fleshy, and even the white bones could be seen. The bones in his arm were all broken, and even half of his body seemed to have lost consciousness.

The strength of the black-clothed warrior was much higher than that of Nie Tian. Even if they were fighting against each other, the power of a punch was not something Nie Tian could withstand.

"Huh?" The black-clothed warrior hit Nie Tian hard with a punch. What surged in his eyes was not joy, but shock and shock. He couldn't help but screamed.

He never thought that Nie Tian was still alive.

He was a ninth-level Saint King of Heavenly Tribulation, a strong man who was only one step away from stepping into the realm of Heavenly Awakening Saint Emperor, and the other party was just a Saint Master of Heavenly Edict. How could he withstand the power of his punch?

You know, with his punch just now, even the ninth-level Saint Lord of Heavenly Justice would die miserably on the spot.

And Nie Tian was only seriously injured, not even fatally. How could this be possible?

Could it be that the martial body of the Heavenly Mandate Saint Master in front of him is stronger than that of the Heavenly Justice Nine-Layer Saint King?

At this time, the people in the VIP rooms also saw the shocking scene just now. Many people were stunned on the spot and were completely speechless.

A Heavenly Mandate Saint Master actually blocked a punch from a Heavenly Tribulation Saint King. This is too incredible.

The gap between the two realms is not so obvious in these two people.

"Nie Tian!" In a VIP room, Yi Mo and others trembled in horror, looking at Nie Tian in horror, their nerves were tense, and their hearts were in their throats.

Guling Wuji also looked dazed, and he didn't react for a while.

"Your punch is just like this!" At this time, a low and arrogant voice sounded above the auction house. Nie Tian looked at the black-clothed warrior, not afraid at all, but ridiculed him.

"You bastard, you're looking for death!" The black-clothed warrior looked at Nie Tian, ​​completely enraged by him. He roared, stomped his feet hard, and punched Nie Tian.

"Stop!" But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, causing the black-clothed warrior to stagnate and stop abruptly.

"Sir." The black-clothed warrior turned and looked at the blue-clothed steward, frowning, obviously very confused as to why the latter asked him to stop suddenly.

"Boy, do you know what you were doing just now?" The person who just stopped the black-clothed warrior was none other than the blue-clothed steward on the stage. At this time, the steward ignored the black-clothed warrior, but asked with a playful look on his face with a pair of eyes flashing with a sinister light.

"I'm saving my friend." Nie Tian looked at the steward and responded coldly.

"Hmph." The steward in green looked at Nie Tian, ​​laughed strangely twice, and said: "Boy, let me tell you, in the history of Haoyun Auction House, no blood robbery slave has ever been able to walk out of Haoyun Auction House alive. Do you think, with your strength, you can save the body of Nilong?"

"If you can save it, you must save it. If you can't save it, you must save it!" Nie Tian's eyes were as low as killing, and he said coldly word by word.

"What a strong and righteous boy." The steward in green smiled coldly, and then his face suddenly changed, saying: "Since you care about your friend so much, then die with him."

"Do it!" After saying that, he looked at the black-clothed warrior and spit out two words coldly.

"Well." The black-clothed warrior agreed, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes, staring at Nie Tian coldly, as if he wanted to eat him.

He failed to kill Nie Tian with the previous punch, and he must kill the latter with the next punch!

"Wait a minute!" But at this moment, a powerful voice sounded, and then a figure appeared and landed on the auction floor.

"Strong!" The blue-clothed steward saw the old man suddenly appearing in front of him, and his eyes sank, and he exclaimed in surprise.

When Nie Tian saw the old man, his heart relaxed slightly, and his tense face improved a little.

Guling Wuji finally came down!

"This steward, what happened just now was a misunderstanding. I apologize to your auction house. Please let me take him away." Guling Wuji had a gloomy face and was silent for a long time. He finally spoke, and bowed slightly to the steward, putting his attitude very low.

At this time, he just wanted to take Nie Tian away!

But at this time, dozens of black-clothed warriors appeared above the auction platform, each with a strong aura, like a dark cloud, surrounding the entire auction platform.

"Hmph." The steward in green looked at the Haoyun secret guards above his head, sneered twice, then looked at Guling Wuji and said, "Haoyun Auction House has been established for millions of years, and this is the first time that someone dares to make trouble so blatantly. Do you think I can let you go?"

"Sir, it was indeed a misunderstanding just now. I am a good friend of Lord Du from your auction house. Please give me some face." Guling Wuji looked at the arrogant steward in front of him, suppressed his anger, and said solemnly.

"Lord Du? Which Lord Du?" The steward in green raised his eyebrows, with a fake smile on his face, and asked coldly.

"Du Wujun." Guling Wuji frowned and said a name solemnly.