Turning into a scarlet Flowing Light, Celestial Master Winter Whistle appeared in front of Jian Wushuang, while Silver-armored Ancient God approached from a different direction.
The two Holy Masters combined their battle strength, but Jian Wushuang was not afraid at all. When the battle intent was skyrocketing, he took a step and drew a blood moon in the Void with the Blood Mountain Sword in his hand. All those were finished in a flash.
Celestial Master Winter Whistle was holding a saber. Before he could take any action, the blood moon drawn by Jian Wushuang had drawn near.
"How could it be so fast?" Celestial Master Winter Whistle was slightly surprised, and he waved the saber immediately.
The blade light swept across the void like a Thunderbolt. The explosive power of it smashed the void after meeting Jian Wushuang's sword light.
"Nine Waves!"
Celestial Master Winter Whistle spoke coldly, and then he let out a chilly blade light.