When there was a rumbling sound like thunder in his ears, Yang Jun's eyes suddenly opened, and a line of essence flashed away like a dark night streamer. He looked at the sea fixedly www.biquge.info and there was a bit of hope in his eyes.

A slender white line appeared on the distant sea, and although it was still faint to the naked eye, and even more insignificant compared to the vast sea at night, it had an unrivaled momentum.

The rumbling sound became louder and louder, like ten thousand drums and ten thousand horses galloping together.

"Su Lian Hengjiang, long flat sand white rainbow."

But in the blink of an eye, the white line quickly rose from the surface of the sea and turned into a low wall. As the wall of waves passed, the rumbling sound became more and more terrifying, like the roar of ten thousand lions, and the sound was deafening.

The surging tide was still moving forward rapidly, and Yang Jun did not look at the higher and higher water wall, but carried a knife and stepped into the water again.

When Yang Jun stepped into the water, what he saw was no longer a wall of water, but an insurmountable moat.

On the wide sea surface, it has been piled higher and higher, so that after the waves like mountains rush into the sea, they collide with the rushing river, and suddenly burst out with extremely terrifying power.

Yang Jun, who was in the center of the wave, could no longer see the whole picture of the tide, and even the roar in his ears seemed to have become distant. Rivers, seawaters, and boundless tides are pouring in from all directions. He was like a small sailboat in a storm, rickety and in danger.

And what he has to do is not just to make himself stand firm. The violent waves smashed down on his head, but Yang Jun raised the heavy Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Chop!

Chop!

The surging sea water was like a fierce beast, broken by the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and split in two.

Like the fall of the towering mountains, like the collapse of thousands of armies.

However, this line of huge waves has an incomparable repair ability, and in the next moment, the water that has been squeezed by the blade collapses towards the middle.

This counterattack was more fierce than any Yang Jun had encountered before. The sea tried to engulf him almost in a frenzy, opening its huge flat mouth and hiding him in the darkness.

Yang Jun sank underwater. The sea is rough, but the water is unusually calm.

Although the fresh water and sea water from the river still clashing here, it is much milder and softer than the intensity on the water.

Yang Jun rested for a while, and then dragged the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife to float up, facing the roaring seawater.

He kept swinging his sword, and he was constantly being knocked down by the waves. Although the 10,000 butcher knife is heavy, in this turbulent wave, it seems so thin and small.

Under the roaring raging waves, the momentum of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife seemed to be completely obscured. But if you look closely, you can see the flickering white light in the surging white waves, rising and falling in the rolling waves.

Wave after wave, the first wave has not disappeared, and the latter wave has arrived. Yang Jun could barely lift his hand, but he still gritted his teeth with a sense of faith, like the most tenacious tidemaker, rolling in the turbulent waves until the roaring sea gradually stopped.

Under the surface of the water, there is still an undercurrent, and the confrontation between freshwater and seawater is still continuing, but Yang Jun feels that the estuary of the Tongtian River at this time is calm and cute.

Exhausted, he finally dragged the 10,000 butcher knife and climbed ashore.

Got rid of the encirclement of water, and with a "bang", Yang Jun still held the knife on the ground, and lay his head next to the knife.

Finally survived the first moon tide!

Although Yang Jun was extremely tired, he was very relieved.

The majestic power of the sea was truly terrifying, but I survived! Although this is not a victory over the sea, it is a real victory over yourself. In this case, will there be a day when I can capsize this sea too?

Yang Jun thought in a daze, and finally fell asleep in extreme fatigue.

He didn't see that he was surrounded by a circle of glowing light, as small as the smallest grains of sand, but they were light and fluttering, like flying elves. Slowly, slowly, the elves moved towards him, landed on him, and disappeared with a "whoosh".

Reiki, heaven and earth aura! These auras automatically and spontaneously approached Yang Jun, blended into his body, merged into his blood, and swam around with the flow of blood, warming his tired muscles and flesh.

Because he was nourished in his sleep, Yang Jun woke up and felt full of vitality and strength.

He didn't sleep long, and when he opened his eyes, the sun had not yet appeared, and where the sea and the sky met, he couldn't tell where the sky was and where the sea was. Yang Jun only felt that it was foggy and gray everywhere.

He got up and moved his hands and feet, and practiced as usual.

Yang Jun's habit of getting up early and exercising in the morning is maintained very well, and he automatically opens his eyes every day at the hour, without any reminder at all, just like setting up an automatic start-up in his head. Yang Jun admires himself.

After practicing, he sat on the shore and watched the waves rush, and remembered the next big competition. The three items of muscle and bone measurement, spirit measurement and actual combat in the ring are staggered, and the muscle and bone measurement starts from Xuanyin Peak, and the spirit measurement is based on Luoyu Peak.

Tomorrow is the day to test the muscles and bones, and Yang Jun has extremely high expectations for the rumored Nine Heavens of the Milky Way. One is that the peach blossoms of the river are in front of the river on that day, and the other is that they are fighting the waves in the back today. He couldn't help but think: I don't know how the nine heavens of the galaxy compare with the galloping tide of ten thousand horses?

Yang Jun looked at the clear blue sea and white waves and fine beaches, his mind became empty, and he sat down cross-legged with a feeling. He didn't exercise his strength, but his whole body was completely relaxed.

Gradually, Yang Jun felt that his body seemed to float, like a thin petal, floating in the cold and rippling water, and like a light white cloud, wandering in the high and empty sky.

Void, empty, pure, far away, dazed and ignorant of the location of the body, fluttering and not knowing the location of God.

In this clear blue sky and blue sea, Yang Jun suddenly forgot who he was, where he came from, what he wanted to do, and where he would go. It seems that he was born as a cloud and a wisp of wind.

It wasn't until there was a rumbling and thunderous sound on the sea that Yang Jun woke up from such a complete release. He looked at the white waves that were getting closer and closer in the blue, and suddenly felt a trace of the mystery of abandoning the acquired god and becoming the innate god.

Thinking back to what he quietly said yesterday, Yang Jun looked at the sea thoughtfully.

But soon, the sound of thousands of horses marching together woke Yang Jun's attention, he pursed his lips, and stepped into the water again with a knife.

Under the bright daylight, Yang Jun clearly saw that under the snow-like waves, the water was clear and clear, the same blue, but clearer than the blue sky.