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?"
Xinghe: "..."
Zhao Changhe had no time to argue with Long Que, because the wind blade was already blowing towards Wu Zui.
If humans can hide, how can horses be so agile? Feng Yin was particularly interested in horses in the conversation just now, so he had already prepared to shoot humans 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.
Wu Zhui changed direction and ran away without 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 was too lazy to pay attention to him. The old zombie knew nothing. Isn't he more reliable than the heroine Qiong Yao? Is it possible that he has to perform "If I don't leave, I will die together" here? It's not as good as a horse.
Before Feng Yin was approaching, 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 was flying south to avoid the battle in the north to avoid interference. In fact, the south is the territory of the Cao Gang and is not suitable as a battlefield, otherwise it will hurt his own people. When Zhao Changhe guessed that Feng Yin was a wind practitioner, he first
Time drives Wu Zui to the east.
The sea is where the wind is most effective, 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 Feng Yin's performance.
Watching Zhao Changhe quickly enter the water and sink to tens of feet 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's hard to tell that he is just a rookie.
Young people who are many years old look like veterans who have been fighting for their whole lives.
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 Sea Emperor does not mean that he has more water attributes.
Being strong is 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 the Yujing is a bit shallow. If Yufeng can be destroyed at the bottom of the sea, what is the Yujing?
So Zhao Changhe is seeking his own death.
Feng Yin entered 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 behind Zhao Changhe faster than before.
Zhao Changhe suddenly struck back with a sword, and the half-moon sword passed through the waves and struck Feng Yin's face directly.
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. The wind may not be a form, but the essence of that force is his control.
Zhao Changhe secretly said "Huh", and the secret passage was a bit interesting. Compared to Huangshang, Feng Yin's nature was more "smart", which made him feel the taste of the Thieving Saint Ye Wujiang... Maybe Ye Wujiang got this
part of human inheritance.
Following this exchange, the seawater 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 explosions.
"Awesome, awesome, you have such a keen sense of smell." Feng Yin's laughter came from the explosion, and a mummy hand as skinny as Huangsang's was at Zhao Changhe's back at some point, lightly imprinting on his back.
Zhao Changhe turned slightly, trying to catch the blow under his arm, but Feng Yin obviously wouldn't let him do it. His hand twitched and twisted strangely, like a gangrene attached to the bone, and continued to press the blow to 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 endlessly, became stronger and stronger, and spread to everywhere around the body. Longque could no longer stop it.
From this point of view, Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave when he led people into the sea, as if he were on the opponent's home court. On the contrary, he himself had trouble moving due to being at the bottom of the sea, making it difficult for him to dodge.
What's even more tragic is that although the power of both Dragon Bird and Galaxy is still there, they can't 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. He 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 was not in the same embarrassment as before when he was tired of dealing with the explosion. He was not inconvenienced by 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 it blasted out was overwhelming.
More than twice as strong as he was on the shore!
This is the essence of both the Xuanwu Fist and the Heaven-Suppressing Sea Palm. They are the two most powerful fists in the world, and they are both related to sea water. This fist in the sea is no different from Xia Longyuan's "" on land.
My fist”!
At such a close range, his hand was held again. No matter how strong Feng Yin's body skills and dodge were, he could not completely avoid it. 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, but at least he was not destroyed by this punch, but he still spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling horrified in his heart.
The two people now have almost the same injuries, under the premise that Zhao Changhe did not rely on the power of the artifact at all!
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating..." The Zhao Changhe in front of him had blood-red eyes and a ferocious smile: "Now...this is my home court!"
Following the words, the blood he just sprayed into the sea, the blood flowing out from his ribs, Feng Yin's blood, the life under the sea shattered by the explosion just now, all kinds of evil spirits, all kinds of bloody evil, 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 master!
The one who suffered the crazy explosion became Feng Yin.
While Feng Yin was being bombarded indiscriminately, Xinghe, which had lost its sense of existence for a long time, quietly emerged from the quicksand on the seabed and poked 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 intrusion of blood demons from everywhere, tried his best to deflect Zhao Changhe's sword, and flew away.
He really felt that he still had a lot of useless ultimate moves, so he had lost inexplicably like this. It would never have been like this if he were on the sea... Just now I thought that Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave, but now he realized that he had never chosen to enter the sea.
All subsequent battle strategies have been planned from the moment.
"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 Hao flew back from nowhere. At the same time, Zhao Changhe jumped up from the sea, mounted Wu Hao 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, under his ribs and abdomen were left.
The muscles are so beautiful, how can there be any damage at all?
Feng Yin lowered his head and looked at his injuries, as if he were in a dream, who is the god or devil? Are you asking your mother?
"Chase!" Zhao Changhe galloped his horse, drew his bow and 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.
The dragon bird was furious: "It's obvious that the shot won't hit, so what's the waste!"
"...I really can't help but want to make up a B-shaped shape for him."
Long Que: "?"
Zhao Changhe's voice was changed to teleportation: "My superficial wounds have healed, but my internal wounds have long been destroyed. I'm just trying to scare him. Don't let him react. If he turns around and comes back, you will change ownership..."
The dragon bird's body lit up with a bloody sword light in a very cooperative manner, as if to say that my ultimate move was ready.
The sun rises from the distant horizon, the sea and sky are getting brighter, the sun and the moon shine together. The stars and rivers shine 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 seemed like a smile.
The blind man was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Want to help you?"
Zhao Changhe said feebly: "How to do it?"
"beg me."
"Don't do this. You will take the initiative to help me. That's what you think you should do."
The blind man continued to be silent, and after a moment, golden light flashed in the sky.
This time the format is different from before:
"In the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Changhe was defeated and ruined 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 Hermit of Desolate Calamity Wind is the ancient demon god."
"When gods and demons come to this world, things are going 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."