Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

As you can imagine, this guy actually broke the limit...

It's just that his limit seems a bit abrupt...

After this wave, I didn’t leave anything behind, and directly oppressed myself here, forcing my limits out...

Even hurt the origin...

Fang Fan glanced at the sword life in front of him, this guy is now completely relying on the Emperor Grade Healing Card to continue his life...

The pressure of the sword on the seventh floor of the sword tomb is too strong, and his body strength can't support it at all, so one will show blood...

When the blood flow on the body is almost done, and it has reached the limit, I will use an Emperor Grade Healing Card to stop the injury...

This cycle is repeated, and it really saved the dog's life...

Fang Fan couldn't help sighing, this is a special talent!

"So... you plan to choose the divine sword on the seventh floor of the sword grave?"

"You don't have a holy sword, can you do it?"

"this one?"

"Are you sure you dare to sign a written contract with me on this?"

Fang Fan said with a look of contempt, and then shook his head.

"puff……"

Jian Ming directly spit out his blood, his body began to tremble crazily unnaturally, his eyes flickered, and the sound of inhalation seemed extra real...

"you……"

"Fang Fan..."

"You...you are so arrogant!"

"You must have reached your limit at this moment! You know to pretend to be in front of me!"

"Hahaha! Yes! It must be so, you just want to stimulate me in this way and make me feel very angry!"

"In this way you can affect my state and make me unable to choose the Excalibur!"

"Tsk tusk tusk..."

"It's really a good idea!"

"But you can't succeed! I have seen through your strategy!"

"Are you very angry at the moment? Very angry? Annoyed into anger and want to hit me?"

"Hahahahaha... It seems that my goal has been achieved..."

"I've said it a long time ago, don't compare swords with me! In the sword world, you don't deserve to give me shoes!"

"Cough...cough cough cough...poof..."

Jian Ming yelled as he spit out a mouthful of blood, his body collapsed on the ground and began to tremble crazily, cold sweat on his forehead followed by bursts...

The scene is particularly funny...

Fang Fan clutched his stomach and almost laughed...

He really doesn't want to laugh... just really can't help it! This guy has a talent for funny...

Sword repair is really burying talent. If you go to be a clown, it will definitely be the pillar of the circus.

As Fang Fan thought, his body couldn't help but move forward two steps...

"You...what are you...you just want to do it if you can't tell me?"

"I have never seen such a brazen person!"

Jianming backed back in a panic, subconsciously covering his face... but not hitting the face... This face should be kept.

"Beat you?"

"Hehe... interesting..."

"I really wanted to fan you, but for the sake of bringing so much joy... I won't fan you this time..."

"Choose a good sword for yourself so that you can be more comfortable when you are self-deciding!"

As Fang Fan spoke, he strode towards the higher level of Jian Tomb.

In this layer, the Blood Asura Legion, the pet little golden dragon and the three-headed dog of hell, and even Kyle, Jax, Caitlin and Daji have reached their limits, and they can only stay on the seventh floor of the sword mound to choose the best quasi-sage Grade Excalibur.