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

Fang Fan made a preemptive strike, which made Mo Tian a little unconfident for a while.

What do you mean?

That means, are you already ready?

ah?

So I'm the one to die?

Give me empty plans?

But... But what if it is true?

Is he coveting my one hundred and eighty catties?

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, couldn't help frowning. He was a suspicious person, but now he was thinking too much.

Seeing Fang Fan's confident appearance, he felt somewhat guilty.

At this moment, his lips were slightly whispering, and his thoughts gradually became chaotic in his mind.

If you make a mistake, it's really over.

The aspects involved are quite horrifying.

If you are not careful, you will be on the spot.

At this moment, we must be more careful, more vigilant and more vigilant! This is the most important thing!

There are thousands of thoughts, and the consciousness is gradually messed up in the mind.

The more you think about it, the deeper your feelings become.

"Sage of the Demon Heaven!"

"What did you ink on?"

"Quick! Quick! Move! Move!"

"Talking to you! Didn't you hear me?"

"What time is it now, why are you hesitating?"

"You showed your sharpness just now!"

"That brat Fang Fan hates you!"

"This is the end of the matter, what else is there to say!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"If you miss this good opportunity, let this brat slip away! It's all over!"

On the side, Ouyangtu, the first-class saint in the Temple of the Light Alliance, was roaring and yelling urgently.

After finally getting Mo Tian onto the thief ship, he must be caught quickly now.

If this is a shot, he will have to bear it alone.

Thinking of these crazy scenes, for a moment, my whole heart was completely messed up.

The more you think about it, the more your thoughts expand.

Rhythm, followed by a full hip pull for a while.

There are thousands of thoughts, and the consciousness is completely messed up.

Mo Tian's footsteps were vain, and black lines were densely covered on his forehead.

Everyone is persecuting him!

He has to think about it.

He couldn't bear the result of making a mistake.

The more you think about it, the more messy your thoughts become.

Now my lips feel like they are bubbling.

Difficult... Difficult to go to the blue sky.

All the bells and whistles have to be dealt with slowly.

The more you think about it, the more real you feel.

On one side is Ouyang Tu's frantic urging, on the other side is Fang Fan's leisurely step, and now the number one son of the Dark Temple, Mad Demon, dissuades him.

Mo Tian was confused for a moment.

This step is really impossible to go on.

It was as if there were countless nightmare voices yelling crazily in my heart, and for a while, my whole person became depressed.

The current rhythm completely pulls the hips, and the dead end gradually becomes numb.

"What to do... what to do!"

"Damn it!"

"I knew I wouldn't have come."

"I thought I was sure of winning, but I didn't expect to put myself in such an embarrassing situation."

"Actually... you shouldn't think too much about it."

"Compared to the current overall situation, should I consider so much?"

"If this Fang Fan really has enough confidence, how could he not even be able to kill Ouyang Tu? Now he can only restrain him?"

"So, in fact, he has been bluffing?"

"Then if that's the case, I won't have to worry about it."

"never mind."

"In this matter, the most important thing is to stabilize the rhythm!"

"Yes! That's it, that's it."

"When did I become so intimidated?"

"It wasn't like this before."

"It's because I listened too much, so my thinking will be a little unstable."

"That's it, that's it."

"call!"

"Now that you have made up your mind, just follow your own mind."

"Others, it doesn't matter."

"Sprint, full sprint."

A muttering sound followed, and thoughts gradually exploded in his mind, and the eyes of Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, gradually became falconry.

He looked at Fang Fan, his eyes filled with endless coldness.

Once you've made up your mind, you don't need to think about anything else.

Immediately, he took a step forward, completely transmitting his killing intent.

The corner of Fang Fan's mouth twitched, but he didn't catch it after all.

It seems that I really have to choose to run away to the small world of Chutian Pavilion.

Just at this time, several figures suddenly rushed over in the distance.

"Don't hurt me, a student of Guangming Academy!"

Xue Wanren, deputy head of Guangming Academy, brought another deputy head, Wu Meiling.

Fang Fan has added two new troops.

One is a quasi-demigod and the other is a weak demigod.

If this kind of combination and assistance is placed on the ordinary battlefield, it is already an extremely high-quality existence.

But compared to the current situation, it still looks a bit cold.

The situation cannot be stabilized, and the situation cannot be suppressed.

There are two strong demigods, Ouyang Tu and Mo Tian, ​​in charge here.

"Holy One, what do you want to do?"

Xue Wanren, deputy head of Guangming Academy, quickly stopped Fang Fan and directly protected Fang Fan.

Even if he was facing a powerful demigod from the Dark Temple at this moment, even if he couldn't beat him at all, this kind of protective action was all subconscious.

From the bottom of his heart, Xue Wanren didn't want Fang Fan to suffer any harm.

At this moment, the trembling heart gathered together, and the brilliance in the eyes flickered all over. The more thoughts in the heart, the more messy the thoughts became.

it is more than words.

If you feel this way, you can tell someone more.

For a time, he was invincible.

What else is there to think about at the moment?

These are insignificant things.

Don't think too much here.

It's all minor issues.

"hehe!"

"Isn't it obvious enough what this saint is going to do?"

"I didn't want to start killing people, but if you insist on sending them to your door, what can I do?"

"Saint Ouyang, these are all demigods of your light camp. If I kill you, you won't blame this saint, will you?"

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, laughed, and then looked at Ouyangtu, the first-class saint of the Light Alliance Temple in the distance.

"Um?"

"Blame?"

"How can it be!"

"It's too late for me to thank you!"

"These guys are always jumping off in front of me, if they die, they die!"

"Our light camp is not bad for these demigods."

Ouyang Tu, the first-class saint in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, said lightly, as if he didn't care.

"But you should hurry up."

"Asshole, why are more and more people coming here now?"

"Don't expect any surprises."

"Hurry up, get rid of these things!"

"Hmph! I don't want any accidents to happen again!"

"It's a mess, nothing goes well!"

"Holy Skyscraper, what are you still talking about?"