Chapter 1222 Soaring to the Nine Heavens

"I need to hibernate!"

"It takes patience!"

"The few slaps I've been slapped now, I'll return a thousand times over in the future!"

"Hoo...Fang Fan must die!"

"I have to do this to be content!"

"Anyway, the contract of God has been signed. As long as I can get a higher-level divine sword, I will definitely win!"

"I don't dare to talk about the holy sword, but a high-level quasi-holy sword can definitely..."

"My Heavenly Sword Palace has many ways to draw swords..."

"I'm going to use it all this time!"

"The Xeon Sword is mine! I want Fang Fan to kneel in front of everyone! I want to humiliate him! Humiliate him! Finally, let him commit suicide on the spot!"

"call……"

"If that's the case, how wonderful...how cool it would be!"

Jianming only feels that his body is full of infinite power at this moment...

"Young Palace Master... Young Palace Master... Look... Look..."

Just as Jianming fell into yy, a cultivator from Tianjian Palace suddenly gestured excitedly...

Snapped……

Jianming slapped the past with a meaningless slap...

I'm worried that I can't find someone to vent my negative emotions! Did not expect this to come!

Fang Fan can't beat it, can't you beat it?

"What a fuss, what's there to be shocked by, the sky is falling? The ground is sinking?"

"Grass!"

Jianming turned his head... Originally, his face was disdainful, but in an instant his body became stiff... His entire face trembled and trembled...

"No...impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's not true..."

"How could more than 100 of them have entered the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb at the same time!"

"The oppressive force of the sword energy of the five-star emperor level... How did they endure it?"

"Could it be that they are all invincible sword cultivators?"

"Where does this place my Tianjian Palace?"

Jianming clenched his teeth fiercely, and strands of dark red blood came out from his teeth, and his eyes were full of jealousy!

Even if he, a self-proclaimed sword cultivator, wants to resist the five-star emperor-level sword qi and cross the sixth floor of the sword tomb, he still needs to do his best...

He considers himself to be the kind of sword cultivator genius who has a rare year in ten thousand years! But what about now? Are there more than 100 in front of you?

What weapons are these people holding in their hands? Knife? cross? stick? This is a desecration of the sword!

What Fang Fan and the others showed was a miracle

A miracle that shocked everyone!

"I read that right? That's... That's really big boss Fang Fan, right? Big boss Fang Fan... Why is big boss Fang Fan so good?"

"Not only Fang Fan is excellent, but the guards under Fang Fan's command are also excellent..."

"Hey... as expected, good people only play with good people..."

"Why do I feel that Fang Fan wants to go to the sky? Fang Fan won't go to the ninth floor of the top of the sword mound, right?"

"The ninth floor of the sword mound... All are holy swords! Holy swords! All are holy swords!"

"I really can't be jealous of this, Fang Fan is too strong, we are too spicy..."

"The difference is so big!"

Everyone made a sound of emotion, some were jealous, and some were even more envious...

Fang Fan did what they couldn't, and they yearned for it, it was normal.