Chapter 925

Name：Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier) Author：Shu Yu
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After a wave of attack, the previously domineering devil king of the devil sky Pavilion thunderstorm has been completely depressed

"Poof..."

As soon as the control was lifted, he vomited out against the blood, and the whole person was extremely weak!

"Asshole... Asshole... Cough... Cough... Kill... Kill without mercy..."

Even at this time, the thunderstorm demon emperor is not willing to sink. He is still trying to cry out and want to fight his life.

Of course, this is only his beautiful expectation after all.

Galen stepped forward, holding a big sword, cut off his head directly, and then completely eliminate his spirit and let him die completely!

At this time, the battle is over.

Fang fan also gains a large wave of divine crystal and high-level card rewards.

The explosion rate will not be too low if you kill a strong person in the three-star emperor's territory.

"The thunderstorm demon emperor was killed!"

"How terrible! How terrible!"

"Evacuate... Evacuate!"

"Evacuate quickly!"

"Hiss... It's so terrible! Everyone, step back! Step back out!"

"Practitioners of the dark camp, don't impact blindly! The two kings of our dark camp are dead!"

"Run! Run quickly! Run now, you can still save your life. If you delay any more, you will die!"

"The camp of light... How terrible!"

"Who would have thought they had such means!"

"Caught off guard!"

"Fang fan, what kind of person is he? He is so strong!"

"Damn! Damn bastard! He must be completely terminated!"

"End your head! Run for your life. If you don't run again, it will be really cold!"

"Hoo... Retreat at full speed!"

……

The dark camp ushered in a wave of withdrawal.

Since it is a battle that cannot be defeated, naturally no one is willing to continue to die.

The two emperors are cold. What else can they do?

Light camp cultivators rush to chase millions of miles!

The momentum is getting stronger!

By this time, the battle is almost over.

The final victory belongs to the light camp!

"Brother Fang fan, I didn't expect you to be so strong. I really underestimated you before!"

The inspection of the golden throne of Saint tianmeng made Qin Hai rush over with an excited look on his face.

Fang fan nodded secretly and didn't say much. At the moment, he... Didn't have this idea and thought too much

Because he felt that a sharp eye was staring at him, Fang fan had a feeling like a black eye on his back.

"Purple plume emperor."

Fang fan's face showed an awkward smile.

"Ha ha..."

"But it can't be called the Lord of our temple!"

"I'm just a woman with big breasts and no brain!"

"How majestic the Lord Fang fan is! If the Lord Fang fan had not commanded properly just now, how could the bright camp have won such a victory?"

"Lord Fang fan is right! It's really great!"

"In my whole life... It seems that no man dares to talk to me like that except my father!"

"Oh... I remember what I said last time. It seems like a one star emperor? It's just... Now his grave should be covered with grass!"

Although Ziling's face showed a smile, the expression was clearly threatening

"Well... What, the holy emperor of purple plume, the situation was not too urgent just now. In order to improve the combat efficiency, I have some offense. A magnanimous person like the holy emperor of purple plume can't care about this kind of thing? What's that? Small bellied Chicken Intestines?"