Chapter 679: Once the Red Sun Rises, It Still Reaches the Same Level as the Sky

The moment Zhao Changhe dodged, his mind was communicating with Longque: "How are you recovering, little girl?"

Longque: "Not even close..."

"Fuck, you're not good at anything, but you're the best at showing off!"

Longque was furious: "Do you think Xinghe, a small fry, can do that?"

Xinghe: "..."

Zhao Changhe didn't have time to argue with Longque, because the wind blade had already blown towards Wuzhui.

People can dodge, but how can horses be so flexible? Fengyin was particularly interested in horses in the conversation just now, so he had long been prepared to shoot horses before shooting people.

Zhao Changhe immediately condensed the Qi shield to block Wuzhui's attack, and at the same time abandoned the horse and left, rushing straight down.

Wuzhui changed direction without any hesitation and ran away directly, looking ruthless. Fengyin couldn't help laughing in the back: "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 this much more reliable than the heroine of Qiong Yao? Is he going to act out a "I won't leave, we'll die together" scene here? Not even as good as a horse.

While Feng Yin was still not 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 in the process of chasing each other.

Previously, Wu Zhui seemed to fly south to avoid the battle in the north to avoid interference. In fact, the south was the territory of the Cao Gang and was not suitable as a battlefield, otherwise it would hurt its own people. When Zhao Changhe guessed that Feng Yin was practicing the wind system, he immediately drove Wu Zhui to turn east.

The sea is where the wind can play the best, but the seabed is the opposite. There is no wind at the bottom of the sea.

As long as he enters the seabed, it will inevitably have a certain negative impact on Feng Yin's performance.

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 admire him a little. As expected, fame is not a fluke. Zhao Changhe's fighting sense is really amazing. You can't tell that he is just a young man who has been in the industry for more than two years. He is like an old man who has been fighting for a lifetime.

But he dived down without hesitation.

The seabed certainly has a certain impact on his performance. Can Zhao Changhe completely avoid it? From the battle between him and Huang Huang just now, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with water. Being able to kill the Sea King does not mean that the water is very strong. Those are two different things.

Logically, the impact of the environment on Zhao Changhe should be more serious than him... Zhao Changhe is not a Yujing after all, and his understanding of Yujing is a little shallow. If Yufeng can be disabled at the bottom of the sea, what kind of Yujing is it?

So Zhao Changhe is seeking his own death.

Feng Yin entered the water, and it was indeed impossible to see any restrictions on him from the resistance of the water. He dived all the way down like a swimming dragon, and approached Zhao Changhe's back faster than before.

Zhao Changhe suddenly turned back and slashed, and the half-moon blade broke through the waves and slashed Feng Yin's face.

Feng Yin waved his hand, and the blade turned. A strange force deviated the trajectory, like the wind passing by.

There was no wind on the seabed, and his every move was the wind. Wind is not necessarily a form, the essence of that force is his control.

Zhao Changhe secretly said "Huh", thinking it was interesting. Compared with Huang Yang, Feng Yin's nature is more "clever", which made him feel the taste of the thief saint Ye Wuzong... Maybe Ye Wuzong has inherited part of this person.

With this collision, the sea water between the two seemed to bubble up due to the collision of qi, which is a very common scene.

Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes, and the wide broadsword suddenly stood in front of him like a shield.

The seemingly harmless bubbles rushed up frantically, hit the broadsword, and made a series of terrifying explosions.

"Great, great, you have a really sharp sense of smell." Feng Yin's laughter came from the explosion. A hand as skinny as Huang Yang had already reached behind Zhao Changhe and lightly pressed on his back.

Zhao Changhe slightly turned his body and tried to hold the blow under his armpit, but Feng Yin obviously would not let him do so. The hand twisted and pulled strangely, like a thorn in the flesh, and continued to press on his back, and he could not get rid of it.

As the explosion continued, more and more bubbles appeared, so the explosion continued endlessly, getting stronger and stronger, and spread to all parts of his body. Long Que could no longer stop it.

No matter how you look at it, Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave by leading people into the sea, as if he had arrived at the opponent's home court. On the contrary, he himself had difficulty dodging because he was at the bottom of the sea and his movements were inconvenient.

What's more tragic is that although Long Que and Xinghe still have power, they can't use the big moves they used in the previous battle against Huang Yang. It is commonly known as the CD has not been turned over, and they can't rely on the power of the artifact.

How to fight?

"Pah!" Zhao Changhe, who was exhausted from dealing with the explosion, finally failed to dodge Feng Yin's hand and was firmly stabbed in the ribs. Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the sea red.

Feng Yin was just smiling, but Zhao Changhe took advantage of the gap when his hand was still stuck in his ribs and grabbed his wrist with great speed, abandoned the dragon bird in his hand, and turned around to punch.

Feng Yin's smile froze on his face, and his face suddenly changed.

At this moment, Zhao Changhe was no longer in the embarrassing state of dealing with the explosion before? There was 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 and integrated it into its own strength. The power it blasted out was more than twice as strong as it was on the shore!

This is the essence of both the Xuanwu Fist and the Paitian Zhenhai Palm. The two most powerful fists and palms in the world are tied for second place, and both are related to sea water. This punch in the sea is no different from Xia Longyuan's "My Fist" on land!

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 the punch, but he still spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling horrified.

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 rude 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 had 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, 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, blood evil is 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 the level of control!

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 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 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 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 he 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 were 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 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 lowered his head and looked at his injuries, as if falling into a dream, who is the god 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.

The dragon bird was furious: "It's obvious that it can't hit, so what's the waste!"

"...I really can't help but want to make up a B-shaped shape for him."

Longque: "?"

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 really 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, and the sun and 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 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?"

"Please."

"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 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 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."