"Most of the swords on the fifth floor are of the mid-level quasi-holy level... There are also a small amount of low-level quasi-holy swords and high-level quasi-holy swords..."

"But it still doesn't satisfy me..."

"There are only hundreds of swords on the fifth floor... Compared with the number of divine swords at the bottom of the sword mound, there is a huge difference..."

"The ninth floor of the sword mound... on the eighth floor... there can still be some holy swords, that's my goal!"

Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that there were bursts of light shining through his eyes...

If you think about this, this matter will gradually have a direction.

"Can you continue to fight?"

Fang Fan's eyes glanced around the surroundings, and then he drank indifferently.

"I would like to go to war with the Lord!"

"I would like to go to war with the Lord!"

Ten legions, two divine pets, six heroes, and Yun Xiaoxiao...

There were more than 100 people, but no one left!

However, Fang Fan saw a trace of struggle and pain on the faces of those legionnaires. Obviously, they were already forcibly supporting!

"It's not just the ten major legions...including the little golden dragon and the three-headed dog of hell, they are almost at their limit. Now it is the fifth floor of the sword tomb... According to this calculation, the sixth floor of the sword tomb is their home..."

"Most of the sixth floor of the sword tomb are high-level quasi-holy swords... It's not too bad."

Fang Fan nodded to himself, then waved his hand...

Continue to climb higher towards the Sword Tomb!

Seeing Fang Fan walking towards here, Jian Ming's eyes filled with resentment!

Jealousy... resentment, even madness!

"Fang Fan! I have written down this hatred! I..."

Snapped……

This time, before Jian Ming finished speaking, Fang Fan's slap was already slapped in the face.

Too loud, can't you be quiet for a while?

He was irritated by talking too much nonsense...

This wave after wave made him very tired!

"Fang Fan, you're dead..."

clap clap clap...

Bow left and right, and a few slaps.

"If you don't want to die now, just shut up, I don't want to listen to those nonsense, I'm afraid it will stain my ears..."

Fang Fan stretched his waist and looked calm and casual.

Really nonsense!

The master sword life of the young palace of Tianjian Palace has completely peaked... He was continuously beaten!

Ahhh! He is the young master of Tianjian Palace! How could this bastard do this, he never took him seriously at all!

bastard!

Jianming holds a long sword, and he is determined to kill Fang Fan directly...

"Young Palace Master... Young Palace Master... Think again... Calm down!"

"Young Palace Master, they are numerous and powerful..."

"Young Palace Master, you will surely die if you go up..."

"Young Palace Master, they have a devil army..."

Everyone rushed forward, blocking the front, their bodies trembling unnaturally...

Crazy because of fear!

What these cultivators in Tianjian Palace are thinking at the moment is... You can court death, but don't drag us! If those Devil Legions spew out the devil's tongue of flame, everyone here will be terminated!

Jianming was pressed into the dusty land by a group of practitioners in Tianjian Palace, and his body trembled wildly, but in the end there was nothing he could do...

His face was kissing the dirt, and his mania was gradually soothed.

Yes, rushing up now, what chance does he have?

These people in Tianjian Palace are too strong, too powerful, he can't resist, can't defeat, forcibly sprinting will only be a dead end!

At this moment, he must consider this issue in many ways, not because of fear, but because the person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man!

This disaster... is coming quietly!

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