The wind and snow are all over the sky, and the waves crash on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of yellow sand.

In front of us, an island looms in the snow, like a pyramid towering out of the sea.

Mingsha Island is almost here.

Ji Chengqing motioned for Xuanshuang to slowly lower the altitude of the flight, and advanced forward against the wind and snow.

Suddenly, in the rumbling and whistling sound of wind and snow, there was a middle-aged man's generous song-

"Guan Shan Xue, as big as a seat, flat business, at ease. Draw a long knife and look at the south of the sky, the mountains are thousands of heavy, the water is thousands of rivers, the white head of the hero is white, and he lives up to the ...... of the young man"

The singing voice was slightly hoarse, indescribably heroic and passionate, and Ji Chengqing's spirit was lifted and his blood was full of enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but stare at it, looking for the trace of the singer.

In the heavy snow, I vaguely saw a burly man sitting barefoot and cross-legged on a reddish-brown weathered reef on the edge of Mingsha Island, with a black beard and a straight nose and a wide mouth, holding the wine jar in his arms and singing:

"Who said that there were many prosperous days, and he also broke the bullfight with a knife; the general wore gold armor in a hundred battles, and exchanged it for fame as wine money; come, come, come, come, when he was drunk, throw a thousand gold, and care about his ten thousand households, all of them were drunk, and they were ......drunk and peaceful."

"Well sung!"

Ji Chengche blurted out loud applause, and was heartbroken at first sight for the lofty spirit of this middle-aged strong man.

The middle-aged strong man raised his drunken eyes and glanced at Ji Chengqing, hehe laughed and grabbed the half-empty wine jar in his arms, slapped it down like a drum and said, "Okay, listen to this song again!"

"Poof!" he slapped his fan-like slap on the jar with a dull sound.

This muffled sound penetrated hundreds of feet of wind, snow and waves, like a knife roar, like a sword roar, driving straight into Ji Cheng's ears.

Ji Chengche snorted, only to feel a trance in his mind, as if a huge axe of opening the mountain was slashed down with lightning speed, breaking into his own small Qiankun, and slashing straight to the Purple Mansion.

Of course, this is not a real knife and axe, but a middle-aged strong man who turned the axe intent hidden in the sound into reality with peerless magic skills, and criticized the hypocrisy and attacked Ji Cheng's clear little Qiankun.

In a sense, this illusory axe fell, and its danger was better than the fighting method between Ji Chengche and Gong Tianwei!

If he is hit by this axe, Ji Chengche will be severely injured if the Ding furnace will be broken, and the Dao heart will not protect his soul and scatter, and there will be no reason to survive.

Fortunately, he was quick enough to respond, and he did not condense the spiritual sea and knew the sky in danger, and Huo Ran burst out of the purple mansion with a sword light, bright and magnificent, and he was fearless and fearless to face the giant axe.

At the same time, the clouds above the sky rolled up, splitting down thousands of thunderbolts. In every ray of thunder, there is an implicit sword intent, as if the imagination is converging as the leader of the ten thousand armies.

"Click!" Ten thousand thunders roared, and swords and axes clashed.

Thousands of brilliant brilliance burst out of Ji's clear little universe, instantly making him feel like a primordial god flying out of his body.

"Fixed, stopped, clear—"

At the last moment, Ji Chengche pinched the witch seal in his hand, and activated a peerless "Epiphany Method" recorded in the "One Hundred Thousand Witch Classics", and spit out every word in his mouth, and there was a faint epiphany on the heart of the Dao.

As soon as this move came out, Ji Chengche stabilized his body and looked at the other party and said, "Your Excellency, why don't you leave the remaining half of the jar of good wine to me?!"

As he spoke, the wind was already calm, and the giant axe disappeared without a trace, like a goose passing without a trace.

The middle-aged strong man was not surprised, and he chuckled: "Do you want to drink, take it yourself!"

"Poof!" he slapped down on the jar again.

This blow was different from the one just now, and it seemed much lower, like someone's fist slamming into a brick wall.

In response to the sound, Ji Cheng's body shook twice, and Xiao Qiankun struggled to withstand the next axe attack.

Xuan Shuang seemed to be aware of the delicate situation between the two, and his speed suddenly doubled and continued to increase, like a black lightning bolt rushing towards Mingsha Island.

"Po, po, po......"

The middle-aged strong man turned a blind eye to the menacing Xuanfrost Dragon, and struck his big hand on the wine jar one after another.

His rhythm is fast or slow, his voice is high or low, and each time he reveals a different rhythmic change, like rain hitting a plantain on Ji Cheng's small Qiankun.

Ji Chengche only felt that his blood was boiling, his internal organs were turning over the river and the sea, and his body couldn't help but swell and roll with the change of the rhythm of the sound, and a ** storm rushed over and almost drowned his Dao heart.

In the small world, the sky is shattered by the light of the sword and the axe, as if the two armies are fighting against each other.

Rao is Ji Chengqing has the heart of the 10,000-year-old Xuanhuang Holy Dragon to protect his body, and he sacrifices the epiphany method to bless the Dao heart, but he still feels more and more difficult.

His eyes gradually glowed a strange blood red, and every sound came like a sharp axe slashing at his head, as if it was about to split his body from head to toe......

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Perhaps angered by this sound, the Holy Dragon's Heart jumped stronger and stronger, and the roar like a drum beat smashed into Ji Chengqing's heart.

"Dragon!" Ji Chengche was startled, knowing that it was not good, so he hurriedly took out a snow crystal bead and chewed it vigorously and swallowed it into his stomach.

Suddenly, wisps of cool and warm qi emanated from the core of the snow crystal, like a spring breeze and rain quietly penetrating into Ji's clear meridians, flesh and blood.

The restless Holy Dragon's heart slowly calmed down, and Ji Cheng's mind suddenly regained his clarity, and he saw Xuanshuang carrying himself at high speed towards Mingsha Island.

The rocks of the island below rapidly expanded in his field of vision, and the eyebrows of the middle-aged strong man were clearly visible.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Ji Qing's mind and said, "Strange, why is Xuanshuang not affected by this sound at all?"

If it is said that Xuan Shuang's comprehension of the Heavenly Dao is better than his own, I'm afraid no one will believe it, but why can it withstand this majestic and mysterious sound attack?

After all, it's just a baby dragon!

Thinking of this, Ji Chengqing's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly grasped something, and said in a loud voice: "I understand!"

Xuanshuang is a dragon, and precisely because it is a dragon, he can't understand the sound of human tapping, and it is impossible to understand any heavenly righteousness from it, so it doesn't matter what the impact is.

After figuring out the truth, Ji Cheng's heart suddenly brightened, and he immediately went to think about it, silently reciting the Rongyi chapter in "The Knife King's Formula", and no longer caring about the rapid and slow sound in his ears, he completely opened his body and mind, and gradually immersed himself in a wonderful and ethereal artistic conception.

"With its light, with its dust; A flower and a world, Sumeru shines on the great thousands, so it must be empty of its thoughts, its meaning, its body, and its heart, and all things are empty and the sea is inclusive......"

"The Knife King" is full of words, Ji Chengche read it in his heart, at first he just recited it silently, but later inexplicably this voice became louder and louder, like a morning bell like a dusk drum, like a heavenly sound like a stick to drink, rolling in and irrepressible, deafening and instilling knowledge of the sky.

The sound was still ringing, but Ji Chengche was unheard, his body and mind had been completely filled with the mysterious words of the Melting Meaning Chapter, and he could no longer hear or see anything else.

His Dao heart cultivation was refined layer by layer, and the whole person seemed to have turned into an endless ocean, and the sword light and axe shadow turned by that sound was like an endless stream of snowflakes around him, floating down to the vast sea, and instantly dissolved without a trace.

"Interesting, kind of interesting—"

The middle-aged strong man sat on the reef, staring intently at Ji Chengqing, a strange smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, and his hand was already still.

In the snap of his fingers, Ji Chengche had rushed to the shore, his figure was pulled up from Xuanshuang's back, like an eagle spreading its wings and a white crane soaring into the sky, jumping down from a high place, and chuckled: "Doctor Yang, bring the wine!"

This middle-aged strong man is Yang Tianyu, one of the five great doctors of Dachu, Dingyuan's doctor, seeing Ji Chengche jumping from the sky, he laughed and said: "It's great to have friends from afar, and I will give you all this wine!"

With that, he waved his arms and threw the wine jar in his hand towards Ji Qingqing.

"Huh-" But the wine jar of more than a dozen catties immediately turned into a beam of thunder, wrapped in a mighty wind, rumbling and smashing towards Ji Chengqing.

Ji Cheng was startled, and noticed that the wine jar was spinning in the air at an incredible speed, driving the surrounding vitality to gather inward, forming a larger and larger whirlpool, crushing everything like a huge grinding disc to swallow the heavens and the earth.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and did not rush to reach out to pick it up, otherwise his entire arm would have been twisted into powder by this terrible cyclone in an instant!

Seeing the wine jar flying closer, Ji Cheng's eyes and hands quickly stretched his whole body like the wind blowing willows, his arms were spread like turning around his fingers, and he showed the raccoon yarn style in the twelve changes of the heavenly demons, and the five fingers of his left hand were like Buddha's flowers on the edge of the wine altar.

Don't look at this action is very simple, but it is extremely wonderful and dangerous, the hand-eye-body steps must be coordinated seamlessly, and the angle of fire needs to be perfect, so as to be able to dial a thousand jun in four or two, so as to be soft and rigid.

But seeing him flying with his palms like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, the rain hit the banana like a banana, and his body swayed in the air to dissipate his strength, and his posture was extremely beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, the wine jar deflected to the side under the harsh yarn-like traction, rotating around Ji Qing's body.

At first, the jar was running as fast as a meteor, but gradually the speed slowed down, and the turbulent cyclone around it slowly dissipated.

Ji Chengche didn't dare to be careless, and concentrated on the wine jar, as if peeling off a cocoon, the majestic energy contained in it was extracted and dissipated little by little.

After about a while, the jar finally stopped slowly.

Ji Chengche suddenly stretched out the index finger of his left hand, and the wine jar trembled slightly and jumped up, falling steadily to his fingertips, and the bones rotated like juggling.

This introduction, one connection, one elimination, the whole process is done in one go, and the wine in the jar barely spills a drop, which is obviously the use of the Huansha transformation to the fullest.

At this time, Ji Chengqing's feet fell to the reef, reached out and grabbed the wine jar with his right hand, raised his head and poured it into his mouth and said, "Thank you for the wine!"

Yang Tianyu sat still, and rolled his strange eyes: "You drink when you see wine, and you are not afraid that there is a problem in this wine?" I580(83 Chinese Network .)