Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Seeing Fang Fan really lead the men and horses to fly straight up, Jian Ming's expression couldn't help but change...

I just said it for fun, are you serious?

Now he is completely overwhelmed, and he has all the pretense that should be installed. What can he do now? Is it possible to choose to retreat? He has no such capital now! What can be done is to continue rushing forward indefinitely...

Even if the difficulties are so great, he has a sense of powerlessness...

"The sixth floor of the sword grave already has a five-star emperor-level sword pressure force..."

"I can still come here with the hard support of the sword aura I have accumulated over the years..."

"But... but this has reached my limit..."

"Continue to climb...I...I'm not sure..."

"Huh! That Fang Fan must be pretending to be force, he must not be able to climb to the seventh floor of the sword grave, but in order to suppress me, in order to show his strength in front of me, so he deliberately said this!"

"Yes, it must be like this! I didn't expect this Fang Fan to be so sinister and vicious!"

"I will not climb towards the seventh floor of the Jianzhong, just watch him fail to climb, and then I will lose face in front of everyone..."

"Hehehe... I see what face he has then!"

The Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, Jian Ming, thought this in his heart, and a smile could not help appearing on his face...

This feeling... very cool and real!

"Young Palace Master!"

Suddenly there was a popping sound in Jian Ming's ear...

Jian Ming only felt that his eardrum was trembling, and he almost died on the spot!

"grass!"

Jian Ming immediately turned his head and cursed, then slapped it...

"What the **** is this! I'm not dead yet! This...this...how this this is possible!"

"He... what demon technique did he use!"

Jianming's eyes were bloodshot, and a trace of blood gradually came out of his eye sockets, almost causing him to die on the spot...

In front of his eyes, Fang Fan led a dozen people to the seventh floor of the Jian Tomb!

Standing on the seventh floor of Jian Tomb at this moment, overlooking the surroundings!

The speed is so fast that he has no time to react!

"No...impossible!"

"not like this!"

"Sure... something must be wrong..."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that is the seventh floor! "

"This is a huge difference from the initial expectations..."

"Wrong! There must be something wrong!"

Jian Ming muttered to himself, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was unable to complain...

...

Fang Fan led a dozen people to forcibly climb the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, which naturally caused a great disturbance!

"Boss Fang Fan is still as strong as ever, he deserves to be my idol!"

"On the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, there is an all-in-one quasi-sacred sword! Whoops! Take any one, it will be developed! At least one trillion crystals!"

"A thousand star cores! Choose whatever you want! Huhuhu! I feel so jealous for Mao..."

"Jealousy is the norm, if you don't be jealous, it's really abnormal!"

"But what's the use of being jealous? If you are really awesome, you should also follow Fang Fan and rush up! Wouldn't it be great?"

"The key is not that level..."

"The fate of being hanged is too sad..."

"Boss Fang Fan doesn't know if he can continue to climb..."

"If it continues like this... then it will be truly ruthless..."