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

Chapter 1225
Seeing that Fang Fan really led the men and horses to run straight up, Jian Ming's expression couldn't help but change...

I'm just kidding, are you serious?
Now he is completely stuck on the back of a tiger, and he has put on all the pretense, what can he do now?Is it possible to choose to retreat?He no longer has this capital!What can be done is to continue to rush upward...

Even if the difficulty is extremely great, it makes him feel powerless...

"The sixth floor of the Sword Tomb already has five-star emperor-level sword pressure..."

"I can still come here relying on the sword energy I have accumulated over the years..."

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

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

"Hmph! That Fang Fan must be pretending, he must not be able to climb to the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, but in order to suppress me and show his strength in front of me, he said this on purpose!"

"Yes, that must be the case! I never thought that Fang Fan would be so sinister!"

"I won't climb towards the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, just watch him fail to climb up, and then lose face in front of everyone..."

"Hey hey... I'll see what face he has then!"

Jian Ming, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, thought this in his heart, and a smile could not help but appear on his face...

This feeling... so cool and real!

"Master of the Young Palace!"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in Jianming's ear...

Jian Ming only felt his eardrums tremble, and he almost died on the spot!

"Grass!"

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

"What's the name of the ghost! I'm not dead yet! This... this... how is this possible!"

"He... what magic did he use!"

Jian Ming's eyes were bloodshot for a while, and traces of blood gradually flowed out from his eye sockets, almost causing him to die on the spot...

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

Standing on the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb at the moment, overlooking the surrounding area!
The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react!

"No...impossible!"

"not like this!"

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

"Hoohoo... That's... That's the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb! With the pressure of the six-star emperor's sword pressure... For a cultivator who has never practiced swords, it is impossible to resist! "

"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...

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

"Boss Fang Fan is still as strong as ever, he is indeed my idol!"

"On the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, there are all top-level quasi-holy swords! Huh! Just take any one, and it will be developed! It is worth at least 1000 trillion top-grade divine crystals!"

"One thousand star cores! You can choose whatever you want! Hehehe! Why do I feel so jealous several times..."

"Jealousy is the normal state, if you are not jealous, it is really abnormal!"

"But what's the use of jealousy? If you're really awesome, you'll follow Fang Fan and run up! Wouldn't that be great?"

"The key is that you don't have that level..."

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

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

"If it continues like this... that is really ruthless..."

(End of this chapter)