Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Bei Lin silently raised his head, his eyes flickering with a brutal light.

He was beaten again.

again and again!

He, tired!

More irritable!

Bei Lin clenched his fists silently, his eyes flickered, his hands clenched into a fist, and the sound of inhalation gradually became more real.

"I said it before."

"Don't make an inch!"

"You are the biggest waste!"

"You don't know how sad it is for me to meet you such a trash!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! Trash! Total trash!"

Snapped……

Bang bang bang...

boom……

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

Beilin slapped Haomei a dozen times in succession, and then kicked it out. The body of the son of Haotian Pavilion pavilion master Haomei was like falling snow in the sky, falling to the ground slowly, because it was his face. Landing, so at this moment his face is in touch with the earth.

Today is destined to be the subject of slap!

Slap each other, slap to burst!

The Haotian Pavilion cultivator who was launching an attack in the front was already full of difficulties. At this moment, seeing the two coaches behind them start to fight each other again, their morale fell wildly.

This is still a feather...

They fought and died in front of them and suffered heavy injuries. On the contrary, the two coaches did not want to make progress and were still fighting each other...

Where do they make sense? There is even a sense of extreme sadness and helplessness.

too difficult!

They have to face unrestricted projectile attacks from practitioners holding devil weapons...

Also accept the inexplicable skin ulceration and aging...

I have to fight against the various skeleton soldiers and dragons and skeleton monsters that pop up suddenly...

The mentality really exploded! !

"Brothers! Stop fighting! If you continue to rush forward, you will die! Neither the Guardian of the Northern Forest nor the Young Master Met intends to fight hard. Why are we working so hard?"

"Yes! Let's run! We have a hard stubble this time!"

"If you have an idea, don't run to die!"

"Haha... the masters didn't take our death fight to heart, they are still in civil strife!"

"Following such a master is really bad for eight lifetimes!"

"What can I say?"

"Go! Run! Get out!"

...

A wave of fleeing was formed.

The cultivators of the Haotian Pavilion who just rushed up, before waiting for the Law Heavy Machine Gun Corps to conduct a full-scale sweep, each rushed toward both sides.

The scene seemed very pleasant for a while.

This battle should be regarded as Fang Fan's most casual battle.

From beginning to end, there was a feeling of indifference.

The opponent's coach doesn't matter, the opponent's soldiers are even more joking.

Less than three minutes after the start of the war, the enemy's soldiers collapsed by nearly a third.

Following this momentum, it will be completely collapsed in no time.

"All legions, press over!"

"Give them a final blow!"

Fang Fan stretched his waist and looked casually silent.

...

Hao, the son of the Haotian Pavilion master, who was kicked to the ground, silently pulled his head out of the mud, and wiped the mud on his face, his eyes instantly turned gloomy...

I lost my face.

The head can be cut off and flowed, and face can't be lost!

Hao Chen looked viciously at Beilin in the sky, clasping his hands, he swears...find a chance to kill him!

Even if he does not hesitate to return to the Haotian Pavilion, with the help of his father! Do this too! It must be done!

If you dare to beat him now, won't you dare to directly kill and replace him in the future?