Chapter 1329: Sour lemon essence

"Xiaoxiao, can you take away all these divine swords?"
Fang Fan looked at Yun Xiaoxiao, an expression of excitement appeared on his face.
If this road can be passed, the benefits are not too much!
With so many supreme quasi-sacred swords and even holy swords, it is not too cool to get all of them! Send a stroke directly!
"Brother Fan, according to my current ability, I can almost take away three such divine swords...or ten such swords..."
"No matter how much... it won't work!"
Yun Xiaoxiao blinked, pointing first to the holy sword, and then to the quasi-sacred sword.
The meaning of Yun Xiaoxiao’s expression is already obvious, probably only three holy long swords or ten supreme quasi holy swords...
Although Fang Fan regrets a bit, he also knows that it is actually very good to get such treatment.
After all, he can only take away one divine sword at most...
"In that case...Xiaoxiao, shall we go up further?"
Fang Fan patted Yun Xiaoxiao's head, then smiled.
How can the level of the sword of the eighth floor of the sword tomb be comparable to the ninth floor of the sword tomb?
Above the ninth level of the Sword Sect, there are only nine divine swords that can be seen at present, but these nine are all holy swords!
And the level is much higher than the eighth floor of the sword tomb!
From Fang Fan's point of view, naturally he did not want to let go of this great opportunity!
After all, such good opportunities are still too few and too few!
"Go up?"
"Okay! Xiaoxiao listens to Brother Fan!"
Yun Xiaoxiao fluttered on Fang Fan's back, but he seemed rather clever.
Fang Fan smiled slightly, and then made Xiao Xiaoping back off the divine swords in front of him, and then proceeded towards the higher level of the sword grave!
Fang Fan didn't want to miss such an opportunity!
The opportunity is here, not to be missed!
...
"Fang Fan moved! He avoided all the divine swords in front of him!"
"Fang Fan, what is this going to do? My God? This is going to charge towards the top of the sword grave?"
"It's the ninth floor! Mr. Fang Fan is crossing the ninth floor of the sword grave!"
"Horrible! So strong! Too strong!"
"Hi...Is this the courage of the strong? We can't match it..."
"Invincible! Invincible!"
"Hey...we only have a chance to look up..."
"Big Brother Fang Fan can't even look down on the holy swords on the eighth floor of the Sword Tomb... I have to say I'm sour! I'm really sour!"
"Uuuuu... just ask, who is not sour? Fang Fan is so strong, we can only become lemon essence!"
...
The ninth floor of the sword grave! The last king's trip!
The eyes of the young master of the Heavenly Sword Palace, Jianming, quickly filled with blood, and he silently glanced at the sky, then looked down at the quasi-sacred long sword in his hand that had been so hard to obtain...
"Waste sword!"
"Waste sword!"
Jian Ming let out a roar, his face gradually becoming distorted, blood stained on his hands...
The anxiety in my heart is as real!
"No... Fang Fan is absolutely impossible to cross to the ninth floor of the Jian Tomb..."
"He can't!"
"He definitely can't!"
"Whhhhhh... if he falls in the middle, then he is equivalent to not getting a magic sword, then I am still a winner! I am still a winner!"
"According to God's contract, that is going to die?"
"Yes! That's it! The final result must be like this, I predicted it!"
Jian Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and exclaimed excitedly.