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

Chapter 1227 I won't slap you this time
It is conceivable that this guy has actually broken through the limit...

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

After this wave, I didn't leave any escape route, I directly oppressed myself here, and forced all my limits...

Even at the expense of hurting the source...

Fang Fan glanced at the sword life in front of him, this guy is now completely relying on the emperor-level healing card to continue his life...

The sword pressure on the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb was too strong, and his physical strength couldn't support it at all, so one of them would show blood...

When the blood flow on the body is almost enough, it has reached the limit, then use a emperor-level healing card to stop the injury...

After repeating this cycle, the dog's life was actually saved...

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

"So... you plan to choose the Excalibur on the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb?"

"You don't even have a holy sword, so you can handle it?"

"That's it?"

"Are you sure you dare to sign a written God's contract with me?"

Fang Fan looked contemptuous, and shook his head as he spoke.

"puff……"

Jian Ming spit out blood in a gulp, his body began to tremble unnaturally crazily, his eyes flickered, and the sound of inhaling seemed very real...

"you……"

"Fang Fan..."

"You...you are so arrogant!"

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

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

"This way you can affect my state and prevent me from picking the Excalibur!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"What a good idea!"

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

"Are you very angry at the moment? Very angry? Angry and want to hit me?"

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

"I've said it a long time ago, don't fight swords with me! In the world of swords, you are not worthy to lift my shoes!"

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

While Jian Ming was yelling, he spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, his body collapsed on the ground and began to tremble crazily, and cold sweat shot out from his forehead...

The scene looks particularly funny...

Fang Fan clutched his stomach and almost burst out laughing...

He really didn't want to laugh...he just couldn't help it!This guy has a talent for being funny...

Xiu Jian really buried his talent, if he ran to be a clown, he would definitely be a pillar of the circus.

While thinking about it, Fang Fan couldn't help but take two steps forward...

"You...what are you doing...do you want to do it because you can't say no to me?"

"I've never seen such a brazen person!"

Jian Ming stepped back in a panic, covering his face subconsciously...hitting someone is not slapping the face...this face is still to be kept.

"Beat you?"

"Hehe...Interesting..."

"I really wanted to slap you at first, but because you brought so much joy... this time I won't slap you..."

"Choose a good sword for yourself, so that you can feel more comfortable when cutting yourself!"

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

On this floor, the middle-blood Asura Legion, the pet little golden dragon and the three-headed hell dog, and even Kyle, Jax, Caitlin, and Daji have reached their limit, so they can only stay on the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb to choose the top quasi-sages. Excalibur.

(End of this chapter)