The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1222 Soaring to the Ninth Heaven

"I need to hibernate!"

"It takes patience!"

"I've been slapped a few times now, and I will return a thousand times in the future!"

"Huh...Fang Fan must die!"

"I have to be like this to be willing!"

"Anyway, the God's contract has been signed, as long as I can get a higher-level sword, I will definitely win!"

"I don't dare to say holy swords, but a high-level quasi-holy sword can definitely..."

"My Heavenly Sword Palace has many ways to draw swords..."

"I'm going to use it all this time!"

"Xeon Excalibur is mine! I want Fang Fan to kneel in front of everyone! I want to humiliate him! Humiliate him! Finally let him commit suicide on the spot!"

"call……"

"If that's the case, how wonderful it would be...how cool!"

Jian Ming only feels that his whole body is full of infinite power at this moment...

"Young Palace Master...Young Palace Master...Look...Look quickly..."

Just as the sword life was falling into YY, suddenly there was a cultivator of Tianjian Palace making gestures excitedly...

Snapped……

Jian Ming slapped him meaninglessly...

I am worried that I can't find someone to vent my negative emotions!Did not expect this to come!

If Fang Fan can't beat him, why can't you beat him?
"What a fuss, what's there to be surprised about, the sky is falling? The ground is sinking?"

"Grass!"

Jian Ming turned his head... He had a look of disdain at first, but his body became stiff in an instant... His whole face trembled tremblingly...

"No...impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's not true..."

"How could more than 100 of them have entered the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb at the same time!"

"The five-star emperor-level sword pressure... how did they withstand it?"

"Could it be that they are all invincible sword cultivators?"

"Where does this place my Heavenly Sword Palace?"

Jian Ming gritted his teeth fiercely, wisps of bright red blood leaked from his teeth, and his eyes burst with jealousy!

Even if he is a self-proclaimed sword-cultivating genius, if he wants to resist the five-star emperor-level sword energy and cross the sixth floor of the sword mound, he still needs to do his best...

He thinks that he is the kind of sword repair genius who is rare in ten thousand years!But now?Are there more than 100 in front of you?

What weapons are these people holding in their hands?Knife?cross?stick?This is the blasphemy of the sword!

What Fang Fan and the others showed was a miracle

A miracle that shocked everyone!

"Am I not mistaken? That's... That's really Boss Fang Fan, right? Boss Fang Fan... Why is Boss Fang Fan so good?"

"Not only is Boss Fang Fan excellent, but the guards under Boss Fang Fan's command are also excellent..."

"Hey... Sure enough, excellent people only play with excellent people..."

"Why do I feel that Boss Fang Fan is going to ascend to the sky? Boss Fang Fan won't climb to the ninth floor of the Sword Tomb, right?"

"The ninth floor of the Sword Tomb...all are holy swords! Holy swords! All are holy swords!"

"I really can't be jealous of this, Boss Fang Fan is too strong, we are too spicy..."

"The gap is that big!"

Everyone made a sound of emotion, some were jealous, and even more envious...

It's normal for Fang Fan to do what they couldn't do, and they yearn for it.

The third floor of the Sword Tomb.

Zi Ling looked at Fang Fan above the sixth floor, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"He is still the focus of everyone as always!"

The fourth floor of the Sword Tomb.

"Husband, I wish you soaring to the ninth heaven!"

Chen Tianshi murmured to himself, feeling hopeful.

(End of this chapter)