The moment Zhao Changhe dodged, he communicated with Longque in his mind: "How are you recovering, little ghost?"
Longque: "Just a little bit more..."
"Fuck, he's not good at anything, he's the best at showing off!"
Long Que was furious: "Do you think Xinghe, a small fry, is enough?"
Xinghe: “…”
Zhao Changhe had no time to argue with Longque because the wind blade was already blowing towards Wuzhui.
People can dodge, but how can horses be so flexible? Feng Yin was particularly interested in horses in the conversation just now, so he had already prepared to shoot the horses first before shooting the people.
Zhao Changhe immediately condensed a shield of energy to block the attack for Wuzhui, then abandoned his horse and rushed straight down.
Wuzhui changed direction without hesitation and ran away, looking ruthless. Fengyin couldn't help laughing at the back: "It seems that even though you are kind to the horse, the horse may not be so kind 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 in Qiong Yao's novels? Is he going to act out a "I won't leave, we'll die together" scene? He's not even as good as a horse.
While Feng Yin was still not approaching, Zhao Changhe sped up his descent and dived into the sea below with a "splash".
Even Feng Yin was stunned for a moment. He didn't notice that the two sides had already reached the East China Sea during their pursuit.
Previously, Wu Zhui seemed to be flying south to avoid the war in the north, but in fact, the south was the territory of the Cao Gang and was not suitable for 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 is most powerful, but the opposite is true on the seabed, where there is no wind.
As long as it enters the seabed, it will inevitably have a certain negative impact on Fengyin's performance.
Seeing 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 debuted for more than two years. He is like an old veteran who has been fighting for a lifetime.
But he plunged in without hesitation.
The seabed certainly has a certain impact on his performance, can Zhao Changhe completely avoid it? Judging 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 doesn't mean that water is strong. Those are two different things.
Logically, the environment should have a more serious impact on Zhao Changhe than on him... After all, Zhao Changhe is not a Yujing, and his understanding of Yujing is a bit shallow. If Yufeng can be crippled at the bottom of the sea, then what kind of Yujing is he
So Zhao Changhe is seeking his own death.
Feng disappeared into the water, and there seemed to be no restriction on him from the water's resistance. He dived down like a dragon and approached Zhao Changhe's back faster than before.
Zhao Changhe suddenly turned around and swung his knife. The crescent-shaped blade light broke through the waves and slashed directly at Feng Yin's face.
Feng Yin stretched out his hand and waved, and the blade turned. A strange force changed its trajectory, like a passing wind.
There is no wind at the bottom of the sea, but his every move is the wind. The wind is not necessarily a form, but 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 was more "clever", which made him feel the taste of the thief saint Ye Wuzong... Maybe Ye Wuzong had inherited part of this person's legacy.
Following this collision, the sea water between the two people seemed to be bubbling due to the collision of qi, which was a very common scene.
Zhao Changhe narrowed his eyes, and suddenly the broadsword was held upright in front of him like a shield.
The seemingly harmless bubbles rushed up madly, hitting the broadsword, making a series of horrific explosions.
"Awesome, awesome, you have a really sharp sense of smell." Feng Yin's laughter was heard in the explosion. A mummy hand as skinny as Huang Yang had appeared behind Zhao Changhe at some point and lightly imprinted it on his back.
Zhao Changhe slightly turned his body, trying to block the attack under his armpit, but Feng Yin obviously would not let him do that. His hand twitched and twisted strangely, like a thorn in the bone, and continued to press on his back, and he could not get rid of it no matter what he did.
As the number of explosion bubbles increased, the explosions became endless, becoming stronger and stronger, and spread to all parts of the body. Longque could no longer stop it.
No matter how you look at it, Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave by luring people into the sea, as if he had arrived at the opponent's home court. On the contrary, he himself was unable to move due to being at the bottom of the sea, and even dodging became difficult.
What's even more tragic is that although both Longque and Xinghe still have their power, they are unable to use the ultimate moves they used in the previous battle against Huanghuang. As the saying goes, the CD has not finished, so they can't rely on the power of the artifact.
How to fight this
"Bang!" Zhao Changhe, who was exhausted from dealing with the explosion, finally failed to dodge Feng Yin's hand, and was stabbed firmly under the ribs. Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the sea water red.
Feng Yin was just smiling, but Zhao Changhe took advantage of the opportunity when his hand was still stuck in his ribs and grabbed his wrist with extreme speed, threw away the Dragon Bird in his hand, and turned around to punch him.
Feng Yin's smile froze on his face and his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, Zhao Changhe was no longer in the awkward situation of dealing with the explosion as before. He was not restricted by the inconvenience of being under the sea. This punch was overwhelming and overbearing. It combined the trajectory and characteristics of the sea water with his own strength, and the force it blasted out was more than twice as strong as when he was on the shore!
This is a fist that combines the essence of the Black Tortoise Fist and the Paitian Zhenhai Palm, the two most powerful fists and palms in the world, ranked second. Both are related to sea water. This fist in the sea is no different from Xia Longyuan's "My Fist" on land!
With his hand being held at such a close distance, no matter how strong Feng Yin's body movements and dodging were, he couldn't avoid the blow completely. He only had time to dodge the part where the punch had the strongest force, and the punch also hit his ribs.
Feng Yin tried to reduce the force, but at least he was not crippled by the punch. However, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was horrified.
The two of them now had almost the same injuries, and Zhao Changhe had no power to rely on! "It's rude not to return the favor..." Zhao Changhe's eyes were bloodshot, and his smile was ferocious: "Now... This is my home court!"
As he spoke, the blood he had just sprayed into the sea, the blood flowing from his ribs, Feng Yin's blood, the life on the seabed shattered by the explosion just now, all kinds of evil spirits and blood, the whole environment turned into a blood-colored ocean, a hell of evil spirits.
When the ocean is dyed red with blood, there is blood everywhere.
The mountains and rivers are filled with blood, this is what hell is like!
There is no need for a knife. Zhao Changhe's understanding and control of the blood evil is definitely close to control!
It was Feng Yin who endured the crazy explosion.
While Feng Yin was being bombarded, Xinghe, who had lost his presence 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 with all his strength.
Feng Yin no longer cared about the bloody attacks from all directions, and tried his best to deflect Zhao Changhe's sword and flew away.
He really felt that he still had many big moves that he hadn't used yet, but he had already lost like this inexplicably. This would never have happened if he was on the sea... Just now he thought Zhao Changhe was digging his own grave, but now he realized that he had planned all the subsequent battle strategies from the moment he chose to enter the sea.
"Crash!" Feng Yin rushed out of the sea and flew towards the farther sea.
As long as they are on the sea, Zhao Changhe dare not chase them!
Just as he was thinking this, the warhorse behind him neighed loudly, and Wuzhui flew back from somewhere. At the same time, Zhao Changhe jumped out of the sea, rode on Wuzhui and waved his whip, "Chase!"
Do you really dare to chase me
Feng Yin almost wanted to turn around and fight again, but as soon as he turned around, he found that the wound under Zhao Changhe's ribs was healing strangely. In just a short time, only the hole on his clothes was left. The abdominal muscles under his ribs looked very beautiful, so how could there be any injury at all
Feng Yin looked down at his wounds, as if he was in a dream. Who is this god or devil? He's even hitting your mother
"Chase!" Zhao Changhe galloped on his horse, drew his bow and aimed at Feng Yin.
Feng Yin was so scared that he was sweating all over and walked around in an S shape.
"Swoosh!" Zhao Changhe couldn't help himself and shot another arrow.
Longque was furious: "It's obvious that the shot can't hit the target, what's the waste!"
"… I really couldn't help wanting to complete his B shape."
Dragon Bird: “?”
Zhao Changhe's voice changed to telepathy: "My wounds on the surface have healed, but my insides have long been useless. I am just trying to scare him. Don't let him react. If he really turns back, you will lose your master..."
A blood-red blade light flashed on Longque's body in a very cooperative manner, as if saying, "My ultimate move is ready."
The sun rises from the distant horizon, the sea and sky gradually brighten, the sun and the moon shine together, and the stars sparkle as if in resonance.
Feng Yin turned his head and was so scared that he didn't even care about aggravating his injuries. He stimulated all his potential and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Puff..." Zhao Changhe spat out blood again and lay on the black horse motionless.
Even the spurting blood looked like it was laughing.
The blind man was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can I help you?"
Zhao Changhe said weakly: "How do we do this?"
"beg me."
"Don't give me that crap. If you offer to help me, then that's what you think you should do."
The blind man remained silent, and after a moment, a golden light flashed in the sky.
The format of this time's book of chaos is different from the previous ones:
"In the twelfth month, Zhao Changhe caused a famine in Tancheng, and hid in the East China Sea. He drove away the gods and demons, and his divine power was unparalleled, not inferior to that of the Xia Emperor."
"The hermit of Huangyanfeng is also the ancient demon god."
"Gods and demons are coming to the world, and things are changing. The list of heaven, earth and people will be re-arranged on a chosen day."
"Once the red sun rises, it will still be level with the sky."
(End of this chapter)