Chapter 1231 I am not a narcissist

"Why! Why! Why did God treat him so favorably!"

"I should be the son of destiny!"

"The holy sword is mine! It's all mine!"

"Ahhh!"

"puff……"

Tianjian Palace's young palace master Jianming spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes gradually congested, and his entire body trembled...

Anger, helplessness, and even the despair of the Hestians...

These emotions were frantically stagnating in his mind, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

Jianming weakly held the quasi-sacred long sword in his hand, feeling a sense of sarcasm inexplicably...

What is this quasi-sacred long sword? Nothing counts!

For him, all of this should be completely ended!

According to the previous contract of the gods, if Fang Fan's sword in his final hand is of higher grade and quality than his sword, he will have to kneel and commit suicide!

The contract of God is above, and the true God is staring at him!

Jianming's body trembled unnaturally, he was afraid, he was afraid of death, he wanted to escape the punishment of death!

This life, he still wants to keep it!

...

Sword Tomb, the eighth floor.

Seeing the way these divine swords were blocking the way in front of him, Fang Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled arrogantly...

"It turns out that my charm is so great! Even these holy swords are worshipped by themselves!"

"Hey...it's too good, it's not my fault..."

Fang Fan smiled slightly, and the smiles on his face became more and more numerous.

"Sword come!"

Fang Fan beckoned, and the three holy swords didn't move at all...

Fang Fan's mouth twitched, isn't this a slap in the face?

"Sword come!"

Fang Fan waved his hand again, but the Divine Sword in front of him remained motionless...

"Brother Fan, do you want them to come over?"

Yun Xiaoxiao wrapped her arms around Fang Fan's arm and asked in surprise.

Fang Fan was a little embarrassed...

"Cough... Just call and summon, I didn't expect that these swords can't understand human words..."

Fang Fan pouted, forcibly comforting himself.

"Brother Fan called you, come here!"

Right at this moment, Yun Xiaoxiao suddenly babbled, and Fang Fan was extremely surprised that something happened! Those holy swords actually trembled and rushed towards them...

It's getting faster and faster...

Then tightly protect Yun Xiaoxiao in the middle...

With three holy swords as the core, and a number of quasi-holy swords as the periphery, a protective formation with a sense of order is formed.

Fang Fan opened his mouth, this time he was really surprised...

This strange operation wave after wave, he did not expect it!

"It turns out that these divine swords are looking at Xiaoxiao..."

"I was just self-indulgent?"

Fang Fan only felt ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his mind...

Slap in the face! Just don't go too fast!

"Xiaoxiao, can you communicate with them?"

Fang Fan looked at Yun Xiaoxiao and asked directly.

"Yeah! These swords are cute and well behaved!"

As Yun Xiaoxiao spoke, she stretched out her hand and stroked the holy sword in front of her with a smile on her face.

sonorous...

Seemingly feeling Yun Xiaoxiao's gentle movements, that holy sword that was touched actually jumped up and down excitedly, as if it had its own intelligence.

The holy sword has spirit...

This holy sword has begun to give birth to self-intellect...

Fang Fan murmured to himself, and there was a flash of light in his eyes...

This feeling is so real!

Fang Fan looked at Xiaoxiao, and a bold idea came to his mind...