C813 A True Fist of Destruction

Half a year later, it was still the same training room. Ye Ziheng stood in front of a wall in the training room and quietly looked at the wall opposite him.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, Ye Ziheng's expression changed slightly. He frowned slightly.

Immediately after that, several pure black Flying Swords appeared beside him. However, it only appeared for less than a second. Then