章 1737: Battling Five Sir Gods!

Boom!

All of a sudden, the void in front of Jian Wushuang split open and a black-robed figure came out of it. The black-robed figure then grinned hideously at Jian Wushuang and his whole right hand from the arm to finger was scarlet in color.

"Ghost's Bloody Hand."

With a swing of the bloody hand, the universe was torn open. The bloody hand was just like a crimson flittering light and its fierce, strong wind was sufficient to tear a Chaotic Real God into pieces easily.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were ice-cold and he moved with lightning speed. By shaking the Blood Mountain Sword in his hands slightly, a great amount of sword essence burst forth. After that, with a swing of the Blood Mountain Sword, the shocking sword shadow split into three and sliced the incoming giant bloody hand into three parts.