Dark Island!

The scorched black rocks everywhere, the undulating peaks of the highlands are stacked on top of each other, steep and undulating, and the towering peaks are like a sharp sword soaring into the sky, as if to pierce the whole heaven and earth, and it is domineering.

Blackbeard's ambition is to become the King of the Pirates, sit on that throne, rule the sea, and create a new era like the Age of Discovery, breaking the original rules and changing the world.

On the island, the huge island has become nine battlefields, and the destructive power can be described as devastating, if someone takes a boat in the distance, they can see the huge mountain peaks trembling slightly like Weng Ming's long sword.

Boom... Boom...

"You guy has the ability to give me no hiding!" Sanji shouted.

At the same time, Sanji had already kicked dozens of feet, but all of them were dodged by Bacchus Jot's strange posture.

Bacchus Chot is not fast, but his posture is very strange, there is no rule to speak of, so that every time Sanji kicks out and hits Bacchus Chot, it is only a little bit of them.

The two of them fought each other back and forth with hundreds of moves, and Sanji was naturally very annoyed, this was a battle, it was not interesting at all.

He seems to be a monkey in the circus, and Bacchus Chot is a circus worker, led by the nose.

Sanji swept out with a kick, the wind howled in his legs, and Bacchus Chot's stomach shrank suddenly, dodging Sanji's kick, and then stepped forward, and the wine jug in his hand burst out like lightning.

Bacchus Chot had been dodging before, and suddenly took the initiative to attack, Sanji couldn't react, and the flask was already approaching, like a high-speed train hitting Sanji's chest.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Sanji's chest was beaten inward, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the figure flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of flying gravel and dust.

Falling to the ground, Sanji clutched his chest and poofed again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the blood was not as bright red as usual, a little dark red blood clot was mixed in it, obviously it was bruised from the injury in the chest and abdomen.

With a blow to Sanji, Bacchus Jot stumbled on both feet and almost fell to the ground, his body staggered, as if he was a drunken drunkard, but since Bacchus Jot was called a big wine barrel, the amount of wine naturally had nothing to say, just a pot of wine had not been drunk, how could he be drunk, lifted the flask, and gulped.

After a few sips of wine, Bacchus Chot said proudly, "How's it going, how does it taste like I'm drunk?"

Stretching out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sanji slowly stood up from the ground, and said with a solemn face: "It seems that I was deceived, you look like a drunkard stumbling and staggering, in fact, you are very sober, flexibly dodge my attacks, and wait until you catch me to make a move." Also, how can a pirate with a bounty of 990 million be drunk."

After saying that, a self-deprecating smile flashed across Sanji's face.

Ha ha...

Hearing this, Bacchus Jot laughed out loud and said proudly: "It seems that you are not very stupid, this is my family's powerful body technique drunken fist,".

Drunken boxing, as the name suggests, is a kind of boxing that can only be used when you are drunk, of course, the meaning here is not that you are deliberately drunk, but how to punch if you really have to be drunk.

A real drunken fist is one that looks like a drunken drunk, leaning forward and backward, stumbling and stumbling, with no rules at all. In fact, it is not, the boxer is actually in a state of drunkenness, as if he is drunk, but in fact he is very sober, quick with his hands and eyes, flexible with broken steps, rigid and soft, fast and calm, both physical and spiritual, and able to make all kinds of actions beyond common sense.

In the stumbling, swaying and other actions, there are flashes, exhibitions, soaring, moving... and other movements, not only dodging flexibly, but also moving calmly, just like the previous Sanji attack, each attack was flexibly dodged by Bacchus Chot.

When you catch your opponent's flaws, you will blast them like a lion and cheetah, and your opponent will often be knocked down before they can react.

There are only ten words in the mystery of drunken boxing, 'the form is drunk and not drunk, and the mind is not drunk', these ten words reflect the two realms of drunken boxing, one is the form of drunkenness and not drunk, and the behavior looks the same as drunkenness, but your consciousness is indeed sober.

The second is that the mind is not drunk, at this time even the consciousness is drunk, but your mind is not drunk, in a kind of wandering realm that seems to be drunk but not drunk, as if awake but not awake.

This is the real mystery of drunken boxing, and it is very aimed at the master of seeing and hearing the domineering, as we all know, seeing and hearing the domineering is a kind of listening power to predict the opponent's actions.

And when Bacchus Jot used the drunken punch, his consciousness was also drunk, and at this time, even Bacchus Jot didn't know what he was going to do next.

I don't know myself, let alone the opponent, even if you are strong and domineering, it is difficult to predict what Bacchus Chort's next move will be.

That is to say, it is difficult for you to predict what Bacchus Jot's next move will be, but the other party can predict your next move, that is to say, every person who sees and hears the color domineering in front of Bacchus Jot is similar to losing the sight and hearing of the domineering.

This is the case with Sanji, who dodges all of his attacks, but is difficult to dodge in the face of Bacchus Chot's attacks.

Wielding the flask, Bacchus Jot stumbled like a drunk towards Sanji, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast, he burst into front of Sanji in a few steps, raised the huge flask in his hand and smashed it down on Sanji's head.

"The flask is on top!"

Seeing the flask coming, Sanji knew that he was invincible, his feet glared, and he quickly dodged towards his body, and the figure opened the distance from Bacchus Jot in a few flashes.

Boom...

A series of loud bangs, the power of the wine jug was extremely strong, smashing on the ground and making a series of explosions, the previously slightly flat rocky ground climbed up one after another deep cracks, and the smashed stones flew in all directions under the impact, the gravel flew and the smoke billowed out.

The dark black stones flew towards this direction, and Sanji jumped up reflexively, kicking out dozens of feet one after another, kicking all the stones flying in front of him into the smoke in front of him.

I only heard a few loud bangs, the smoke rolled for a while, and then stopped, the smoke was too thick, and I couldn't see the situation inside clearly for a while, so Sanji had to stare at the smoke tightly, waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Shout...

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air next to my ears, and I saw the smoke rolling in front of me, and a black object tore through the smoke and rushed out, and the black fog was as fast as lightning, and it approached Sanji in the blink of an eye.

Sanji's reaction was not slow, the moment the black mist rushed out, Sanji had a move, as soon as his right foot stepped on the ground, a flame burned from the sole of his foot, the flames fluttered and dispersed, and even the entire right foot became red and hot.

But Sanji didn't stop, I saw Sanji raise his left foot, rely on one right foot to support the ground, and then spin at high speed, setting off a gust of wind howling, and as soon as he appeared, he surrounded Sanji.

When the rotation fell, the strong wind dissipated, and Sanji's red and fiery right foot had disappeared, replaced by a strange black flame, which was like the black flame beating by the elf and I don't know what kind of temperature it had, but the space of Sanji's right foot was slightly distorted under the burning of the black flame, and it was conceivable that this black flame had such a terrible temperature that even the void could not bear it.

The upgraded version of the Grim Reaper's Foot of the Demon Wind Foot has increased the lethality and destructive power several times, and the shot is like the Grim Reaper with a scythe to collect life, and no one can escape from the Death Scythe harvest, which means that no one can escape the attack of the Death Foot.

"Devil's Kick!"

Sanji's right foot flew out, black flames burned, the void distorted, and this foot was lightning, and the black object that flew right in the middle of it.

At this moment, I finally saw that the black object was actually the wine jug in Bacchus Chot's hand, and the wine was pitch black, and there was an armed color domineering covering it.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a small thin line at the top of the flask, which is also black, and the thin line is connected to the flask at one end, and the other end is in the dust mist, apparently connected to Bacchus Chot, who controls the flask by this thin thread that is invisible to the naked eye.

The black flame on Sanji's right foot climbed onto the wine jug, but the black flame even burned the void and twisted, although the wine jug was covered by an armed color domineering, it was difficult to resist the temperature of the black flame.

Click...

After a few seconds, there were several crisp cracking sounds on the flask, and small cracks climbed up the body of the flask.

As if he noticed that the wine jug was broken, Bacchus Jot hurriedly tightened the thin line, and the jug suddenly flew out upside down, and Sanji took the opportunity to kick it down.

The flasks spurted into the smoke at a rapid speed, and the high-speed flasks set off a gust of wind that blew away all the smoke that enveloped Bacchus Chot's figure.

The flask flew at high speed, making a piercing whistling sound, and Bacchus Chot did not dare to hold it up, and hurriedly reached out with both hands to grasp the flask tightly. Unbeknownst to him, the power of the flask was far beyond Bacchus Jot's imagination, and Bacchus Jot was knocked back by the flask, and he retreated more than ten steps before stopping.

When Bacchus Jot's footsteps stopped, the flask in his hand made a series of crisp sounds, and Bacchus Jot quickly looked down, and saw that part of the side of the flask was full of cracks, and it shattered with a snap.

Seeing that the wine jug was broken, Bacchus Jot was sad and angry, this wine jug has accompanied him for decades, from a young newcomer to the point where he has come to the present, he is not only a weapon, but also an indispensable partner, and now the damage is naturally extremely sad.

Bacchus Chot was furious at Sanji's destruction of his flask, and looked at Sanji angrily, and said angrily: "Little ghost, you dare to destroy the flask that has been with me for decades and is extremely beloved, I will make you pay the price of death."

As he spoke, Bacchus Chot lifted the flask, poured all the wine into his mouth, and swallowed it with a grunt.