Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank

Naturally, many people shared the same thoughts as this person.

In particular, many of them were good at using blades. They all had their battle blades on their waists or backs.

Now that they saw such a treasured saber, they naturally could not suppress the desire in their hearts.

Suddenly, the burly man who spoke first shouted. His figure rushed up to the guillotine like a gale and grabbed the hilt of the Ghost Head Blade.

"Stop! Such a precious broadsword can only be used by those who are virtuous. Scram! You wild cultivator!"

A young man's figure was like a ghost. In a flash, he also appeared on the guillotine and grabbed at the hilt of the broadsword. However, he was still late.

The burly man laughed loudly. He suddenly exerted force and was about to pull the blade out from the platform.

However, his face suddenly stiffened. Although he didn't use his full force just now, the pulling force was at least several thousand jin. However, he didn't pull the blade out.

Forget about pulling it out, the blade did not move at all. There was not the slightest sign that it could be pulled out.

When the young man saw this, his gaze focused slightly. He originally wanted to attack and kill this rough man. At this moment, he suddenly withdrew his strength and retreated.

This blade was extraordinary. It was not something that one could pull out with mere strength. If a grudge was formed because of this, it would not be worth it.

The rough man did not believe it at all. A great opportunity had been lost right in front of his eyes, yet he could not get his hands on it. This was the greatest humiliation.

The other machete men who had just rushed up and were about to make a move also stopped at this moment and looked at the rough man.

Since this fellow could not pull it out in one go, it meant that he could not do it no matter how many times he tried.

Treasures had spirits, especially top-tier treasures. They would automatically choose their owners, and it had nothing to do with one's strength.

Therefore, these people weren't in a hurry now. Since the treasure could choose its owner, why would they go up and snatch it? When they were certain that they couldn't pull it out, they would just wait for the person who could pull it out to appear. It would be easier to kill the person and snatch the treasure by then.

At this moment, the rough and burly man could not care less about what the others thought. His eyes were bloodshot. In a fit of anger, a berserk force surged out from his body. Blue veins appeared on both of his hands as he firmly grasped the hilt of the blade. He shouted, "Get up!"

Unfortunately, the Ghost Head Blade did not move at all despite he used up all his strength.

"How is this possible? With my full strength, I can move something of tens of thousands of jin. Why is this Ghost Head Blade not moving at all? I'm not convinced!"

The rough man's eyes were filled with disbelief and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull it out again.

It did not move at all.

Pull again!

It still did not move at all.

The rough man shouted with his face flushed red. His eyes were filled with madness.

Such a treasure was right in front of him but he could not take it away. This filled his heart with hatred. This was worse than being slapped a few times in front of the public.

"Hey, brother, stop trying. Did you work too hard a few days ago so you're weak today? With this standard, you should stand aside. Don't join in the fun and waste everyone's time!"

The rough man was stunned when he heard that. Then, he noticed the situation around him, and his expression immediately became abnormally ugly. He cursed loudly, "You're the one who's f*cking weak! I'm not weak at all! Come up and try if you dare. I'll kowtow to you as an apology if you can pull it out!"

The machete man laughed and said, "That's too polite. But, of course, I won't stop you from doing it either!"

After saying that, the machete man came to the side of the Ghost Head Blade and held the hilt with one hand. At the same time, a sharp blade intent was emitted from his body and entered the blade below through his arm.

Meanwhile, he said with a smile, "This treasure has a spirit. If you want to pull it out, you have to at least have the talent. Like me, I inject the blade intent that I've comprehended into it and resonate with it. It would be a piece of cake then!"

As he said that, he raised his arm.

But what made people embarrassed was that the big blade still did not move at all.

No matter how much blade intent and genuine Qi he injected into it, the Ghost Head Blade was like a bottomless pit, completely swallowing it but not moving at all.

The machete man looked at the blade, and his expression changed. He sighed and let go of his hand, "This treasure is not fated with me!"

He was able to take it and let it go. He only said that and turned around to get off the guillotine.

Even though he only tried once, the others could tell that he had quite a bit of achievement and understanding in the blade arts.

Even such a person had failed. It made everyone stare in shock.

Ye Qiu praised, "This brother has a good mood. He was able to resist the temptation of the treasure, suppress his greed and decisively give up. If he hadn't died in the future, he might have been able to advance further in the blade arts."

Li Xiang nodded his head with a hint of praise but didn't say anything.

But the other machete men hadn't personally pulled out their blades. How could they be convinced? Maybe one of them was the destined person.

"Move aside. Let me try!"

At this moment, another tall and sturdy man walked over.

In his opinion, the reason these people couldn't pull out the blade had nothing to do with any blade intent or fate. It was just that they didn't have enough strength.

As the saying went, "A person with strength can defeat ten martial artists." As long as one had enough strength, one could pull out any blade.

He had always been very confident in his strength.

But very quickly, his confidence was shattered by this blade. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't shake this blade in the slightest. The confidence on his face turned into a look of disbelief.

"Let me try!" A tall, elegant golden-haired man walked over. He held on top of the hilt.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake the Ghost Head Blade at all.

Afterward, more experts came forward, trying to pull the blade out. However, they all failed in the end.

Ye Qiu's eyes shone with a strange light and slowly said, "This blade has already become one with the guillotine below. The guillotine is connected to this space, forming a strange aura. Without breaking through this aura, it's impossible to pull the blade out!"

Hearing this, Li Xiang activated his Starlight Divine Eye and began to investigate.

From his point of view, he could see that the blade and the guillotine were connected as one, and there was an energy exchange within. The guillotine was also integrated with the environment outside. There was an energy exchange with the entire environment.

Under such circumstances, it would be impossible to pull the blade out unless the terrain was destroyed.

And this terrain was a part of the entire land. Who could pull this entire land out? But if there was such a powerful expert, how could he take a fancy to such a blade?

Although this blade was not bad, it was only a medium-grade one among all his treasures.

"However, this formation that is built with the help of the terrain has the mysterious ability to seize the fortunes of heaven and earth. It's worth studying!"