Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

What Cao Ji said was a sincere one.

If it weren't for Fang Fan's previous virtues, he would have thought that this guy would be loyal to him!

This kind of person who is good at judging the situation, under normal circumstances, will not be too bad.

"Um!"

"You just stay by the side."

"As long as you don't release malice, you can live."

"I said!"

Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, and as soon as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but flash with a different kind of brilliance.

Between the words, thoughts are flying, and consciousness is also surging little by little.

"Master Fang Fan is willing to accept me?"

"Subordinates... subordinates are willing to sacrifice everything for Lord Fang Fan!"

Cao Ji's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had found a new life.

At this moment, the whole body was trembling wildly, and while talking, there were actually two lines of clear tears flowing down.

I don't know if this wave was moved or what.

Anyway, this is what it looks like.

Looking at this gesture, I feel my scalp tingling inexplicably.

Invisibly, it looks a bit showy!

"Hehe, if I remember correctly, this guy named Cao Ji seemed to be the dog next to Saint Ouyang before?"

"What? Does Saint Ouyang seem to have no cards?"

"The subordinate you chose is not very good!"

The sneer came, and Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, couldn't help but scornfully said.

"Humph!"

"Just a harmless dog!"

"In the overall situation, it will not have any impact!"

"Okay! Stop so much nonsense!"

"A lot of time has been wasted now."

"Hurry up, continue to attack!"

"It doesn't make any sense to keep talking about this crap!"

"Humph!"

"It just ends up being very noisy!"

"Kill! Hurry up and play!"

"Let's go together!"

"One hit kill!"

"I've waited too long for this moment!"

"There must be no more accidents!"

The gnashing of teeth was fully displayed, and the light in the eyes burst out little by little.

Ouyang Tu is the toughest main fighting faction.

In addition to wanting to capture Fang Fan's divine ladder, he and Fang Fan still have a lot of grudges.

Now is the time to clear things up!

Thousands of practitioners are dispatched together!

Six of them are supreme demigods! Hundreds of ordinary demigods!

The rest are at least the existence of the high-level saints.

Such a lineup can only be said to be luxurious to the extreme!

At first glance, it is inexplicably trembling.

All of a sudden, all kinds of consciousness floated around.

At least at the moment, I really can't grasp the rhythm of this random trembling.

In front of Fang Fan, he never cared about the so-called number of people.

The Gothic Destroyer Gatling Gunners Corps can naturally be dispatched at this moment!

The current battle is also on the verge of breaking out!

What should come will always come.

Want to escape from here? There is no such possibility!

Those who have not yet reached the ultimate demigod realm, but now they have to run up to fight. To put it bluntly, this is actually killing them.

Knowing that it is a dead end, I still have to tirelessly swept towards this side.

Under the comprehensive sweep of the Gothic Destroyer Gatling Legion in the strong demigod realm, these people were naturally wiped out.

Fang Fan is not a butcher.

He also did not have the desire to slaughter the sky.

He simply protects himself, protects his family, protects his friends, protects everyone he wants to protect.

That's all.

I just don't know why, there are always people who have to come and fight him, as if they feel extremely uncomfortable if they don't fight hard.

Everyone is bullying them, what can Fang Fan do?

What he executed was just a self-defense counterattack!

If this is also wrong, then he really has nothing to say.

"Ah! Don't! Don't! My chest...my chest was directly penetrated!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Fight! I fought with you!"

"Don't... don't, run! Run!"

"These people are horrible!"

"My God! Why... why are you here again! How many rounds are there?"

"I just want to live!"

"Why did I come here at that time, this is a group of demons at all!"

…

There were bursts of shouting around, and this heart was already very anxious.

While roaring, his eyes gradually became red.

Then he gasped little by little, and gradually went to meet death.

The **** of death passed you by, and the sickle of the **** of death instantly harvested your remaining vitality.

It's simple and easy.

After being swept away by the Gothic Destroyer Gatling Legion, the scene in front of him became much clearer.

At the moment, only the six supreme demigods are left, and there are a few remaining injured strong demigods.

Thousands of people, only a few left.

The rest, all went to see the **** of death.

All I can say is that it was their own choice.

If you choose this dead end, what can you do?

"This weapon is really powerful!"

"There is no pressure to torture and kill the existence below the strong demigod realm!"

"If the Pope is not mistaken, this weapon should still be able to be upgraded, right?"

"And the upgrades should be those divine stones? Or these energies?"

"Yes, it seems that this wave can't be wrong."

"Ha! Haha! That's how it is."

"In this way, a lot of these things seem a lot clearer."

"Fortunately, I didn't let you continue to grow."

"If these mists can unleash a supreme demigod-level attack, then we are really dead, and there is no hope at all."

"As for now... there is still some hope."

"Ha! Ha ha ha!"

The sneer was fully revealed, and while he was talking, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Now that the editor is speaking, the Dark Pope Motu seems quite fortunate.

This can be regarded as saving a life for himself!

And it turns out that they really can't drag it on any longer!

Now it has evolved into this ghost appearance. Too much procrastination, the ghost knows what it will be like.

"Is it?"

"It's a pity that you finally woke up a little late."

"Hey!"

"Do you really think that with a few supreme demigods, you will be able to eat me?"

Fang Fan shook his head, then sneered.

Now, if these supreme demigods want to run away, it's actually too late.

Now is their last chance to escape.

If you missed it...

Um! That is to be completely lost in the present, and then it is a dead end.

This is no surprise at all!

This wave is clear and real.

Between the rhythm and the frantic beating, the sense of bouncing becomes more and more real.

The rest, aren't they all minor issues?

"After this campaign, the major forces will no longer be demigods!"