The sea wind brushed past.
The sand grains on the ground danced into the mid-air.
Ye Chenfeng, with the Black Xuan Sword hanging on his back, looked coldly at Gu Tianchi, who was killed by the Destruction Purple Thunder on the ground.
The power of this Destruction Purple Thunder was about what Ye Chenfeng had estimated. It seems that in the future, as long as he stored enough Heavenly Thunder, this would definitely be a sure-kill secret move.
After Ye Chenfeng released that Destruction Purple Thunder at the top of the Sea of Consciousness between his eyebrows.
At this moment, the top of the white and black Sea of Consciousness between his eyebrows was empty again. It seems that in the future, Ye Chenfeng needs to collect more Heavenly Thunder.
In a moment of Ye Chenfeng's brief contemplation.
The cultivators by the seaside all widened their eyes one by one.
And the Great Elder of the Refining Sect, Yang Fande, and others, their calm and composed expressions instantly froze.
