"Hmm. ”

Fengyun's head, which was flying forward, suddenly tilted back, and his brows furrowed suddenly.

"Cloud, what's wrong?"

Although Mu Yang has been caught by Fengyun and has not been able to help much, he has been observing his every move, and when he saw his performance, he couldn't help but feel a tightening heart, and tried to overcome the oncoming wind pressure and asked.

"You stay here for the time being, and show the way for Uncle Tyrant. ”

With a flick of his arm, Fengyun threw Mu Yang out, letting him land between the two clusters of bamboos, and he himself accelerated forward, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yang looked at the back of Fengyun flying away, his eyes were full of worry.

He thought about it, and did not follow Fengyun's instructions and stay at the scene, but followed the path he had walked and chased after him.

Although he hasn't been with Fengyun for a long time, he still knows something about him and knows that his current performance is definitely not normal.

According to the current situation, it is very likely that something is wrong with the Baicao tribe.

Fengyun let him stay where he was, most likely to protect him from danger, for his good, but he couldn't accept his kindness.

The Baicao tribe is the place where he was born and raised, and he definitely can't sit idly by and ignore her because of his own safety, he can't do it.

Mu Yang's speculation was right, Fengyun would put him down for his own good.

The strange behavior he had just made was because he sensed a strong stimulus through his wonderful connection to nature.

There was blood, carnage, pain, anger, despair, death, and so on...... It's the taste of the battlefield.

It is unlikely that ordinary people, even totem warriors, will be aware of its existence, but Fengyun is not an ordinary person, and with the help of the connection between him and nature, this breath is perceptible to him, and it is very clear and intense.

As he flew forward, the aura was like a surging tide crashing towards him, making him subconsciously make evasive movements.

After leaving Muyang, Fengyun accelerated the speed of his flyby while analyzing the aura of war.

He had to find the place where the aura was strongest and rush there, for it would be the place where the battle would be most intense, and where his help would be needed the most.

Although he used the warriors of the Flame Snake Tribe and the leaders of the six tribes he persuaded and their clansmen to strike at the enemies who had entered the Purple Bamboo Forest, and achieved quite good results, there was one fact that he could not change for the time being.

On both sides of the current war, the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements are still at a disadvantage compared to the crow tribe's side.

However, after he rushed to the purple bamboo forest, a doubt that had sprouted in his heart was finally answered.

The warriors of the Flame Serpent Tribe and the warriors of the six tribes who turned against each other seemed to have a little difficulty in wounding the enemy.

Although their force was relatively strong and they had sharp weapons such as crossbows, he always had a feeling that it seemed too easy for them to kill the enemies in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

He has fought with the warriors of the Crow Tribe, and more than once, he has a considerable degree of understanding of their strength, so he shouldn't be so weak.

Now he understood.

They weren't the elite of the Crow tribe at all, and they were there to attract and distract the Hundred Grass tribe and its reinforcements, and to entangle them so that they had no time to be distracted.

The elite of the Black Crow Tribe took advantage of the impact of hail on the traps and traps in the Purple Bamboo Forest, and there was an opportunity for a large number of damages, so they smashed the Yellow Dragon and directly attacked the Baicao Tribe.

If the Baicao Tribe was really defeated by them, even if the Baicao Tribe warriors and its reinforcements who fought with the Black Crow Tribe in the Purple Bamboo Forest still existed, it would be useless and difficult to reverse the situation.

Naturally, the storm does not allow this to happen.

Feng Yu, who was flying forward rapidly, suddenly stopped without warning, and stood up straight next to a cluster of bamboos, changing from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet, but it did not seem abrupt at all, as if he had been standing next to the bamboo bushes.

As soon as he stopped, a pair of golden vertical pupils appeared in the depths of Fengyun's eyes, shooting out a sharp and cold light.

In the next moment, he took off the bow from his back, and by the way, he also took off the quiver he was carrying and hung it on his belt.

The bow opened and closed quickly, and at the same time, one after another arrows shot out and flew straight ahead.

There was a bamboo bush not far in front of Fengyun, and there was more than one place, densely turned, sealing all his fronts, but he didn't seem to see it, and the arrow was not wrong.

However, the performance of those arrows after they broke away from the bowstring was enough to prove that Fengyun really didn't need to care about the bamboo bushes in front of him.

The arrows he shot were very special, they didn't fly straight, and they even bent in the process of flying.

If an outsider is present and sees them, they will definitely think of swimming fish, fish swimming in the aquatic grass.

The arrows looked like they were about to hit the bamboo, but before they could touch, they suddenly changed their trajectory and bypassed them, so light and ethereal that they gave the illusion that they were alive.

Fengyun shot arrows extremely fast, and between breaths, all the arrows in the quiver hanging from his belt had already been shot out by him.

A hint of chagrin crossed his face.

He was annoyed that he didn't bring more arrows.

Although he asked the warriors of the Flame Serpent Tribe for some arrows after the recent battle and refilled the quiver, the capacity of the quiver was limited after all, and his archery speed was so fast that it was not enough for him.

He didn't dwell on it for long, he raised his hand and put the bow on his back, and then his foot stepped the root of the bamboo bush, and the whole person shot out, like an arrow off the string.

In the process of flying, although his speed was very fast, there was no obvious disturbance to the surrounding environment, and the swing of some bamboo leaves was not very obvious everywhere he passed, even if he was close at hand.

In the blink of an eye, Fengyun's eyes suddenly brightened, and he had rushed out of the purple bamboo forest.

At the same time, a cacophony of noise rushed towards him.

The clash of weapons, roars, shouts of killing, screams...... What is presented in front of Fengyun is a cruel battlefield picture, the battle is very fierce, and people are injured and killed every minute and every second.

The attackers fought hard to advance and kill when they saw someone, and the defender struggled to defend, although they were forced to retreat continuously, but every inch of territory was not given up in vain, and the attackers were repeatedly contested.

The blood of the wounded and the dead was splashed on the ground as if they didn't want money, dyeing the ground red and being absorbed by the ground, but there was too much blood, and the ground could no longer absorb it, and it swam on the ground like snakes.

These blood-red snakes gathered together and turned into puddles of water, reflecting the figures of both the attacker and the defender, like the eyes of bloodthirsty demons. (To be continued.) )