Chapter 1217 Forming a group to jump

"You have now possessed the divine position of Tian Ji Xing Xing Disciple, and the divine position has helped you offset this pressure, so don't be too surprised."

Fang Fan smiled slightly and reminded from the side.

"So that's how it is..."

Nie Yan nodded secretly, but the shock in his eyes was still very strong.

"Keep climbing!"

Fang Fan waved his hand, and then he strode forward, preparing to go directly to the fifth floor of the Sword Tomb.

...

At this moment, on the fifth floor of the Sword Tomb, Jian Ming led dozens of Tianjian Palace practitioners here.

"That Fang Fan hasn't come up yet!"

"Haha... It must have been eliminated!"

"It's a miracle that he can reach the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb just like that, and he wants to continue climbing, is it possible? It's just beyond his own ability!"

"And I still have the motivation to keep sprinting forward!"

"The Xeon Sword can only be mine! I am the heaviest king!"

"Whoever dares to stop me will die!"

Jian Ming raised his head arrogantly. At this moment, he felt that there must be countless people touting him, and he seemed a little flirtatious.

...

"Master of the Young Palace... Master of the Young Palace..."

Suddenly, a hurried shout came, and Jianming couldn't help frowning...

"What's going on? If it's a big deal, I'm just yelling! Is there any sense of proportion?"

"I didn't tell you, don't panic when you encounter things, it's not a big deal!"

Jian Ming held his head high and his chest was full of wanton, and he looked very arrogant from beginning to end.

"Tell me what's going on."

Jianming felt that he was pretending to be enough, and then said casually.

"Young Palace Master, see for yourself..."

The practitioners of Tianjian Palace spread their hands helplessly, and then pointed to the distance...

Jianming glanced at random, and then his eyes instantly widened...

"how is this possible!"

"This is impossible!"

"This is the fifth floor of the sword tomb! It has a four-star emperor-level sword pressure control... If it is not for the practitioners who have been cultivating swords all the year round, they can't resist this pressure..."

"In the secret realm of Chentian, everyone is in the realm of the one-star emperor..."

"Only a genius of genius can step into this place..."

"There are only seven or eight out of the nearly 100,000 elites of the third-rank forces of such a person... Our Tianjian Palace has a little more because of the sword repair... But... but it can't be so many!"

Jian Ming gritted his teeth and said that Fang Fan was surrounded by more than 100 people, which was similar to what he saw on the fourth floor of Jian Tomb.

You must know that the total number of their four major third-grade forces entering the fifth floor of the sword tomb is only sixty or seventy...

In addition to the Tianyu Chamber of Commerce and some cultivators from scattered forces, the total number is no more than 100...

Now the number of cultivators under Fang Fan has crushed them!

"What kind of perverts are these!"

"Are they all Sword Saints? Sword Gods?"

Jianming took a breath, his face flushed red, and his eyes gradually showed a look of jealousy...

So jealous!

This feeling... very uncomfortable! Very upset!

"This guy is really weird!"

In the direction of the Tianyu Chamber of Commerce, the cold version of Sikong Yuxin's eyes flashed with a cold light of Dawson...

"It is only by the divine power bestowed by the true God that I can resist the oppressive force of these sword qi..."

"And that Fang Fan... what power does he rely on?"