Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

"what……"

"Ahhhhh..."

"It hurts... It hurts... It hurts! Ahhhhh..."

The red robe of the dark temple, the dark **** envoy Chi Lian uttered a roar, and the whole person was in an extremely painful state, while shouting, the whole person was already bleeding, and there were hundreds of blood holes in his body!

His vitality is dying crazily... In this state, it will not take long to be completely reimbursed!

"Final attack, let's begin!"

"This is... the last carnival!"

Fang Fan silently raised the corners of his mouth, killing intent in his pupils!

...

The sudden turn of the battlefield here naturally shocked the whole situation...

At this moment, the red-clothed archbishop Nangong Lei of the Temple of the Bright Alliance, who is fighting **** battle with the deputy master of the Black Sky Demon Sect Zaku, is completely stunned...

He originally felt that Fang Fan was in an extremely thrilling state, and it was a great gift to be able to escape. He didn't expect that not only did he block the dark camp, the four-star sanctuary realm red robe, the dark ambassador's fierce attack, but also took it seriously Up? Seeing it will be completely wiped out!

"This son... the fruit is extraordinary!"

"How lucky is the bright camp!"

Nangong Lei nodded secretly, admiring his expression.

The battlefield, which was originally crises, has been revitalized at this moment!

If this trend continues, the bright camp will win!

The faces of Tianhu Meier and a group of Tianhu Clan cultivators who were fighting bloodly towards the left end of the battlefield showed surprise expressions...

"I knew, you never let me down!"

"You are simply the darling of the creation god!"

Tianhu Meier looked at Fang Fan while fighting, and the smile on her face increased.

"Tianhu Warriors! Keep killing! Victory is here!"

Tianhu Meier roared, the entire battlefield was in a state of horror!

How happy and sad...

When the situation is broken, people who are happy, naturally frown...

"waste!"

"What a waste!"

"The red robe and dark envoy built by countless resources of the Dark Temple is this kind of waste?"

Heitian Demon Sect's Deputy Sect Master Zhagu glanced at the scarred red robe Diablo Divine Envoy with a black face, and cursed for no reason.

At this moment, his abuse is not only confined in his heart, but also infinite contempt in his words!

While shouting, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching crazily...

Too annoying!

The great situation is ruined!

"Save me...Save me..."

"Vice Sovereign Zaku...Save me! I am the red robe of the dark temple, the dark angel! I am the spokesperson of the dark gods, you must save me, otherwise the dark gods will not let you go..."

"Don't... don't! Don't come here..."

The red robe of the dark temple, the dark **** envoy Chilian was completely desperate. He issued a Hesty cry for help. How he hoped that several strong men would stand in front of him at this moment and resist these attacks for him!

He fears death! He doesn't want to die, he wants to live!

Whenever there is a chance... who really wants to indulge in death?

At the moment of death, the sense of desolation in my heart is extremely real!

The red robe of the dark temple, the dark **** envoy Chi Lian glanced around the surroundings, suddenly there was a feeling of being at a loss...

The elites of the Knights of the Temple under his command were trapped... and the dark camp cultivators of the emperor realm were unable to shield him...

Death is here!

He saw a colorful dragon leaping towards his position. Above the dragon, there was also a young man in white robe, dancing the holy sword...