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

"Xiaoxiao, can you take all these divine swords away?"

Fang Fan looked at Yun Xiaoxiao, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

If this road can be passed, then the benefits are not too much!

There are so many quasi-sacred swords and even holy swords, it's not too cool to get them all! Send a straight stroke!

"Brother Fan, according to my current ability, I can almost take three such divine swords... or ten swords like that..."

"No more... it won't work!"

Yun Xiaoxiao blinked, first pointing to the holy sword, then pointing to the quasi holy sword.

The meaning of Yun Xiaoxiao's expression is already obvious, probably only three holy-level long swords or ten quasi-sacred-level divine swords can be taken away at most...

Although Fang Fan felt a little regretful, he knew that it was actually a good thing to receive such treatment.

After all, he can only take one divine sword with him at most...

"Since that's the case... Xiaoxiao, shall we go further?"

Fang Fan patted Yun Xiaoxiao's head, and then smiled.

How can the divine sword level of the eighth floor of the sword tomb be comparable to the ninth floor of the sword tomb?

On the ninth floor of Jianzong, there are only nine divine swords that can be seen at present, but none of these nine are holy swords!

And the level is much higher than the eighth floor of the sword tomb!

From Fang Fan's point of view, he is naturally unwilling to let go of this great opportunity!

After all, such good opportunities are still too few and too few!

"Further up?"

"Okay! Xiaoxiao listens to Brother Fan!"

Yun Xiaoxiao threw herself on Fang Fan's back, but looked rather well-behaved.

Fang Fan smiled slightly, and then let Xiaoxiao back away from the divine swords in front of him, and then continued to move towards the higher level of the Sword Tomb!

Fang Fan didn't want to miss such an opportunity!

The opportunity is in front of you, don't miss it!

...

"Boss Fang Fan moved! He avoided all the divine swords in front of him!"

"What is Fang Fan doing? My God? Is this going to charge towards the top of the Sword Tomb?"

"It's the ninth floor! Fang Fan is crossing the ninth floor of the Sword Tomb!"

"It's so scary! So strong! So strong!"

"Hey...Is this the power of the strong? We can't compare to..."

"Invincible! Invincible!"

"Hey...we only have a chance to look up..."

"Boss Fang Fan doesn't even look down on the holy-level long sword on the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb... I have to say that I'm sour! I'm really sour!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy, who doesn't get sour? Fang Fan is so strong, we can only become lemon essence!"

...

The ninth floor of the Sword Tomb! The final king's journey!

Tianjian Palace's young palace master Jianming's eyes quickly congested with blood. He glanced at the sky silently, and then lowered his head to look at the supreme quasi-sacred sword in his hand...

"Waste sword!"

"Waste sword!"

Jianming made a roar, his face gradually became distorted, and his hands were covered in blood...

The anxiety in my heart is like reality!

"No... Fang Fan is absolutely impossible to cross to the ninth floor of the Sword Tomb..."

"He can't!"

"He absolutely can't!"

"Huhuhu... If he falls in the middle, then he is equivalent to never getting a sword, then I'm still the winner! I'm still the winner!"

"According to the contract of God, that bastard is going to die?"

"Yes! That's it! The end result must be like this, I predicted it!"

Jianming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shouted excitedly.