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

As for Fang Fan, he took Galen, Wei Jia, Yun Xiaoxiao and Nie Yan to continue charging towards the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb!

Galen has a ninth-level divine position as a heavenly jailer;

Vega has an eighth-level divine position and a judge of the underworld;

Nie Yan has a seventh-level divine position and a star-studded body;

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 Desolation...

With these strengths, you can 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 mound..."

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

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

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

"Phew... everything will end! End everything!"

"puff……"

"In the sword world, you can't compare to me!"

"I'm a swordsman genius!"

"No...impossible!"

"Ahhh! How is this possible!"

Jian Ming suddenly widened his pupils, his eyes filled with murderous intent, his body trembled unnaturally, and as he spoke, his forehead was covered in cold sweat...

Because in front of him, Fang Fan easily led the four people into the eighth floor of the sword tomb!

Jianming's lips trembled, and his blood-stained hands rested on the stone wall of Jianzhong. He wanted to continue climbing, but he really couldn't do it!

This pressure will directly destroy him!

At this moment, he has already endured to the extreme!

Jianming subconsciously took out a king-level healing card again, and then used it secretly, wanting to return a wave of blood.

"invalid?"

"Why doesn't it work!"

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

"How could it not work!"

"Change another emperor-level healing card..."

"It still doesn't work!"

"Use again!"

"invalid……"

"This card... is fake!"

"I was tricked?"

Jianming gritted his teeth as he spoke, his chest was extremely heaving, and the bloody veins on his forehead protruded wildly...

At this time, he suddenly remembered that the auctioneer specially reminded him when he auctioned this kind of card, this kind of card has an upper limit of ten 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 was so...

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

"I want to draw a divine sword before the limit comes..."

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

"Even if Fang Fan went to the eighth floor of the sword tomb, what would happen? Most of the eighth floor are all quasi-sacred swords... There are only a few holy swords..."

"Haha... That bastard is not a sword cultivator at first glance, then he may not even be able to pull out a quasi-holy divine sword..."

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

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

Jianming secretly hypnotized himself, forcing himself to become fully motivated.

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

He still doesn't want to lose!

He wants to win! He wants to achieve great results!

He wants revenge! I want Fang Fan to kneel and commit suicide!

Jianming clenched his fists tightly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still wanted to persevere to the end!

This kind of persistence... is extraordinary!

"The sword is coming..."

"The sword is mine!"