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

Chapter 1228 Invalid Card
As for Fang Fan, he continued to charge towards the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb with Galen, Wei Jia, Yun Xiaoxiao and Nie Yan!
Galen has the ninth rank of gods and is added as a heavenly jailer;

Vega has an eighth-class god status and a judge of the underworld;

Nie Yan has a seventh-class god status, heavenly secret and star disciple;
As for Yun Xiaoxiao, because she has a god-slaying spirit body, she seems quite unusual...

In addition, Fang Fan himself also has the God of Rage...

Only with the existence of these confidences can we continue to charge forward unscrupulously. This is the foundation, and it is also a symbol of strength!

"No...impossible! You can't step into the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb..."

"You don't have this ability! You can't do it!"

"You can't do it! It's impossible!"

"Your path to advancement will definitely be cut off! Yes! That's it!"

"Huh... everything will be ended! End everything!"

"puff……"

"In the sword world, you are inferior to me!"

"I am a sword repair genius!"

"No...impossible!"

"Ahh! How is this possible!"

Jian Ming suddenly opened his pupils wide, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his body trembled unnaturally, his forehead was covered with cold sweat as he spoke...

Because in front of his eyes, Fang Fan easily led four people into the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb!
Jian Ming trembled his lips, put his blood-stained hands on the stone wall of the Jian Tomb, and wanted to continue climbing, but he really couldn't do it!

This oppressive force will directly destroy him!

At this moment, he has endured to the extreme!
Jianming subconsciously took out another emperor-level healing card, and then used it secretly, wanting to recover another wave of blood.

"invalid?"

"Why didn't it work!"

"No...it's not like that!

"How could it have no effect!"

"Another emperor-level healing card..."

"It still doesn't work!"

"Use it again!"

"invalid……"

"This card... is fake!"

"I was tricked?"

Jian Ming gritted his teeth and said, his chest was extremely heaving, and the bloody veins on his forehead protruded wildly...

At this time, he suddenly remembered that when this kind of card was auctioned, the auctioneer specially reminded that this kind of card has a limit of ten cards per day!
You can only use up to ten cards in one day!
If the limit is exceeded, it will be automatically converted to invalid!

It turned out to be like this...

"Without the emperor-level healing card, I can't last long..."

"I want to draw out a divine sword before the limit is reached..."

"Extreme quasi-holy-level divine sword... the level is not low!"

"Even if Fang Fan went to the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb, so what? Most of the eighth floor are quasi-holy-level divine swords...only a few holy-level divine swords..."

"Hehe... That bastard doesn't know how to cultivate swords at first glance, so he might not even be able to draw out a supreme quasi-holy sword..."

"Huh... It looks like I still have hope, I'm not cold yet..."

"As long as I can successfully pull out a supreme quasi-holy sword, victory will belong to me!"

Jian Ming secretly hypnotized himself, forcing himself to become fully motivated.

At this time, if you relax a little bit, you will lose everything...

He doesn't want to lose yet!
He wants to win!He wants to achieve great results!
He wants revenge!I want Fang Fan to kneel down and commit suicide!
Jian Ming clenched his fists tightly, with cold sweat on his forehead, but he still wanted to persevere to the end!

This kind of persistence... is extraordinary!
"The sword is coming..."

"Excalibur, it's all mine!"

(End of this chapter)