Chapter 679: Once the red sun rises, it is still aligned with the sky
The first time Zhao Changhe dodged, he was communicating with Longque: "How are you recovering, little devil?"
Longque: "It's still a little bit..."
“Fuck, you can’t do anything, just pretend to be the first!”
Longque was furious: "Do you think a fish like Xinghe is enough?"
星河：“…”
Zhao Changhe had no time to quarrel with Long Que, because the wind blade was already blowing towards Wu Zui.
People can hide, but how can a horse be so nimble? Feng Yin was particularly interested in horses in the conversation just now, so he had already prepared to shoot people first and horses first.
Zhao Changhe immediately gathered up his Gang Qi shield to block Wu Zui's attack. At the same time, he abandoned his horse and left, rushing straight down.
Wuzhui changed directions and ran away without any hesitation, looking ruthless. Feng Yin couldn't help laughing from behind: "It seems that you are good to the horse, but the horse may not be so affectionate to you."
Zhao Changhe is too lazy to pay attention to him. The old zombie knows nothing. Isn't this much more reliable than the heroine Qiong Yao? Is it possible that we have to perform "If I don't leave, we will die together" here? Not as good as a horse.
Before Feng Yin approached, Zhao Changhe accelerated his descent and dived into the sea below with a "plop".
Even Feng Yin was stunned for a moment. He didn't notice that the two sides had reached the East China Sea while they were constantly chasing and escaping.
Previously, it seemed that Wu Zhui flew south to avoid the fighting in the north to avoid interference. In fact, the south was Caobang territory and was not suitable as a battlefield, otherwise his own people would be hurt. When Zhao Changhe guessed that Feng Yin was practicing in the wind system, he immediately ordered Wu Zhui to turn east.
The sea is where the wind can exert its greatest influence, but the opposite is true at the bottom of the sea, where there is no wind.
As long as it enters the bottom of the sea, it will inevitably have a certain negative impact on the performance of Feng Yin.
Watching Zhao Changhe quickly enter the water and sink dozens of feet below in the blink of an eye, Feng Yin couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart. Sure enough, becoming famous is not a fluke. Zhao Changhe's fighting sense is really amazing. It is impossible to tell that he is just a young man who has been in the industry for more than two years. He looks like an old man who has been fighting for a lifetime.
But he plunged in without hesitation.
Although the seabed has a certain impact on his performance, can Zhao Changhe completely avoid it? Judging from the battle between him and Huangpai just now, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the water attribute. Being able to kill the Poseidon doesn't mean how powerful the water attribute is. That's two different things.
It stands to reason that the impact of the environment on Zhao Changhe is more serious than on him... Zhao Changhe is not a Yujing after all, and his understanding of Yujing is a bit shallow. If Yufeng can be destroyed at the bottom of the sea, what kind of Yujing is it?
So Zhao Changhe is seeking his own death.
The wind disappeared into the water, and as expected, he could not see any restrictions on him due to the resistance of the water. He dived all the way like a swimming dragon, approaching Zhao Changhe faster than before.
Zhao Changhe suddenly struck back with a sword. The half-moon sword gleamed through the waves and hit Feng Yin's front door.
Feng Yin stretched out his hand and waved the sword, and there was a strange force that deflected the trajectory, like the wind passing by.
There is no wind at the bottom of the sea, and his own movements are the wind. Wind may not be a form, the essence of that force is his control.
Zhao Changhe secretly said "Huh", secretly thinking it was interesting. Compared to Huangpai, Feng Yin's nature was more "coincident", allowing him to feel the taste of the Thief Saint Ye Wujiang... Maybe Ye Wujiang had received part of this person's inheritance.
Following this exchange, the water between the two seemed to bubble up due to the collision of energy. It was a very common scene.
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes, and the broad sword suddenly stood up in front of him like a shield.
The seemingly harmless bubbles rushed forward crazily and hit the broadsword, making a series of terrifying explosion sounds.
“Awesome, awesome, I have a really keen sense of smell.” Feng Yin’s laughter came from the explosion, and a mummy hand as skinny as Huang Sang’s had reached Zhao Changhe’s back at some point, lightly imprinting on his heart.
Zhao Changhe turned slightly and tried to catch the blow under his arm, but Feng Yin obviously would not let him do so. His hand twitched and twisted strangely, like a gangrene attached to the bone, and continued to press on the back of the heart, shaking it no matter what. Don’t take it off.
As the number of explosion bubbles increased, the explosions continued continuously, became stronger and stronger, and spread to everywhere around the body. Longque could no longer stop it.
Looking at this, Zhao Changhe dug his own grave when he led people into the sea, as if he was on the opponent's home court. On the contrary, it was because he was inconvenient to move at the bottom of the sea that even dodge became difficult.
What is even more tragic is that although the power of both Longque and Xinghe is still there, they cannot use the ultimate move they used in the previous battle against Desolation. It is commonly known that the CD has not been rotated completely, and it is impossible to rely on the power of the artifact.
How to fight this?
"Bang!" Zhao Changhe, who was tired of dealing with the explosion, finally failed to dodge Feng Yin's hand and was stabbed firmly into his ribs. Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the sea water red.
Feng Yin was smiling, but Zhao Changhe took advantage of the gap where his hand was still inserted under his ribs and quickly grabbed his wrist, dropped the dragon bird in his hand, and spun around. fist.
Feng Yin’s smile froze on his face, and his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, Zhao Changhe is not as embarrassed as before when he was tired of dealing with the explosion? There is no inconvenience of being restricted at the bottom of the sea. This punch was overwhelming and overbearing. It combined the trajectory and characteristics of the sea water into his own power, and the power he blasted was more than twice as strong as what he had on the shore!
With his hand being held again at such a close range, Feng Yin could not completely avoid it no matter how strong his body skills and dodge were. He only had time to dodge the part where the punch was strongest, and the punch also hit his ribs.
Feng Yin violently released his strength. At least he was not destroyed by the punch, but he still spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling horrified.
The two of them have almost the same injuries now, on the premise that Zhao Changhe did not rely on the power of the artifact at all! "It's not polite to come back without reciprocating..." Zhao Changhe's eyes were blood red and his smile was ferocious: "Now... this is my home court!"
Following the words, the blood he had just sprayed into the sea, the blood flowing out from his ribs, Feng Yin's blood, the life under the sea that had been shattered by the explosion just now, and all kinds of evil spirits and blood, the whole environment turned into a blood-colored ocean, evil spirits. of hell.
When the ocean is dyed red with blood, there will be blood evil everywhere.
The mountains and rivers are filled with blood, it’s like hell!
No need for a knife, Zhao Changhe's understanding and control of the blood evil is definitely close to that of a tyrant!
The one who suffered the crazy explosion became Feng Yin.
While Feng Yin was being bombarded indiscriminately, the galaxy that had lost its sense of existence for a long time quietly emerged from the quicksand on the sea floor, poking at the soles of his feet. Zhao Changhe held the dragon bird in both hands and split Huashan Mountain with all his strength.
Feng Yin no longer cared about the invasion of blood demons from all directions, fought hard to deflect Zhao Changhe's sword, and flew away.
He really felt that he still had many useless ultimate moves, so he had lost inexplicably like this. It would never have been like this on the sea... I just thought that Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave, but now I know that he started from the moment he chose to enter the sea. All subsequent battle strategies have been planned since then.
“Crash!” Feng Yin rushed out of the sea and flew further out to sea.
As long as they are on the sea, Zhao Changhe dare not pursue him!
Just as he was thinking this, the war horse behind him neighed, and Wu Zhui flew back from nowhere. At the same time, Zhao Changhe jumped up from the sea, mounted Wu Zui and waved his whip and pointed: "Chase!"
How dare you chase me?
Feng Yin almost wanted to turn around and fight again, but just when he turned around, he found that the wounds under Zhao Changhe's ribs were recovering strangely. In this short period of time, only the holes in his clothes, the lower ribs and the abdomen were left. The muscles are so beautiful, how can there be any injury?
Feng Yin looked down at his injuries, as if in a dream, who is the **** or devil? Are you asking your mother?
“Chase!” Zhao Changhe galloped his horse, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at Feng Yin.
Feng Yin was so frightened that he was sweating all over and walked around in an "S" shape.
"Whoosh!" Zhao Changhe couldn't hold it back anymore and shot another prodigal arrow.
Longque was furious: "It's obvious that the shot can't be hit, so what's the waste!"
…I really can’t help but want to complete a B-shape for him.”
Longque: "?"
Zhao Changhe's voice was changed to teleportation: "My wounds have healed on the surface, but I've been ruined on the inside. I'm just trying to scare him. Don't let him react. If he turns around and comes back, you will change hands..."
Longque's body lit up with a **** sword light in a very coordinated manner, as if to say that my ultimate move was ready.
The sun rises from the distant horizon, the sea and sky gradually lighten, and the sun and the moon shine together. The stars sparkle as if they resonate.
Feng Yin turned around to look, and was so stunned that he didn’t even care about aggravating his injuries. He activated all his potential and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Pfft..." Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of blood again and lay motionless on Wu Zui.
Even the blood spurting looked like he was laughing.
The blind man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Want to help you?"
Zhao Changhe said feebly: "How to do it?"
"beg me."
“Stop doing this, you will take the initiative to help me, and that’s what you think you should do.”
The blind man continued to be silent. After a moment, golden light flashed in the sky.
This time the format of the Book of Troubled Times is different from the past:
"In the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Changhe was defeated and devastated in Tancheng. He was caught in the wind and hid in the East China Sea. He drove away gods and demons. His power was unparalleled, not inferior to that of Emperor Xia."
“The one who hides in the wilderness is the ancient demon god.”
“When gods and demons come to the world, things are ready to change. The list of heaven, earth and people will be rearranged on a certain day.”
“Once the red sun rises, it is still level with the sky.”
(End of this chapter)