In the courtyard, there was not silence, but thunder and thunder.

Ye Dun sat quietly on the ground, pore huff and puff all over his body, and a dead thunder arc sprayed out. If an arrow arrow, the thunder arc touched the wall, the wall fragmented, touched the huge rock, the huge rock perforation, the power was amazing.

Around dusk.

The thunder arc slowly disappeared all over the sky, leaves and dust eyes opened, eyes full of sharp taste, even breathing, have become a little violent, mixed with the momentum of rapid thunder.

"It deserves to be an emperor's rank skill, so strong and vigorous." Ye Dun's mind moved, and...