บท 6097: Drawing Sword

Broly continuously unleashed three extremely heavy fist shadows, rushing straight towards him.

The terrifying power tore through the space.

Even the tributary of this spacetime began to shatter.

The desolation on the other side began to break apart.

Jian Wushuang frowned, raised his hands to shield himself, and explosively released his energy.

"Starry Sky Dao Arena !"

He looked up and roared angrily, forcibly blocking the three fist shadows Broly unleashed.

But as a result, his divine body was shattered, and his chest began to cave in.

A surge of blood rose to his heart.

Pfft!

This time, he couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, how is his divine power still so strong!" Jian Wushuang cursed silently as he wiped the corner of his mouth. They had been fighting for almost a whole day, yet Broly's divine power showed no signs of weakening.

How could he continue fighting?