Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

It is conceivable that this guy is actually breaking the limit...

It's just that his limits are a bit abrupt...

After this wave, there is no way out, and he directly oppresses himself here, forcing all his limits...

Even at the cost 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 energy on the seventh floor of the sword tomb was too strong, and his body could not support it at all, so one would show blood...

When the blood flow on the body is almost at the limit, it has reached the limit, so use a king-level healing card to stop the injury...

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

Fang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this special is also a talent!

"So... you're going to choose the divine sword on the seventh floor of the sword tomb?"

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

"That's it?"

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

Fang Fan said with a look of contempt, and shook his head.

"puff……"

Jian Ming spit out a mouthful of blood, his body unnaturally began to tremble frantically, his eyes flickered with light, and the sound of inhalation seemed extraordinarily real...

"you……"

"Fang Fan..."

"You...you are so arrogant!"

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

"Hahaha! Yes! It must be like this, you just want to stimulate me in this way and make me feel very angry!"

"This way you can affect my state, so that I can't pick the sword!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"What a great idea!"

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

"Are you angry at the moment? Annoyed? You want to hit me out of shame?"

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

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

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

Jianming shouted, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body collapsed on the ground and began to tremble frantically, and cold sweat on his forehead also shot out...

The scene is especially funny...

Fang Fan covered his stomach and almost twitched with laughter...

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

Xiujian really buried his talent. If he ran to be a clown, he would definitely be the pillar of the circus.

As Fang Fan thought about it, his body couldn't help but take two steps forward...

"You...what are you...you can't tell me, do you want to do it?"

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

Jian Ming panicked and backed away, covering his face subconsciously...hitting people don't slap in the face...this face still has to be protected.

"Beat you?"

"Hehe...interesting..."

"I really wanted to slap you, but for the sake of bringing so much joy... I won't slap you this time..."

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

While talking, Fang Fan strode towards the higher level of the Sword Tomb.

In this layer, the blood Shura Legion, the pet little golden dragon, the three-headed dog of hell, and even Kyle, Jax, Caitlin, and Daji have all reached their limits, and they can only stay on the seventh floor of the sword mound to select the top quasi-sage. Grade Excalibur.