The Third One

Clang!

Another fierce battle. The entire galaxy was under the violent impact of the energy, and Jian Wushuang and Nine Whiskers finally separated again.

"Haha, this is the battle that I long for." Nine Whiskers's eyes were red, and there was madness in his eyes.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were full of excitement.

Nine Whiskers's strength did not disappoint him. He had already exerted his comprehension of the universe principles to the extreme and used all his strength to display his swordsmanship, but in the end, he could only compete with Nine Whiskers.

The opponent's battle strength was undoubtedly at the fifth level, and he should be able to stand firm among the fifth level Rulers.

"Nine Whiskers," Jian Wushuang suddenly said, "since you were specially invited by that person, you should know that I used a sword formation when I killed the three brothers. Now, come and feel the power of my sword formation."