Seeing that Fengyun did not heed the enemy's admonition and ran away, but greeted them, the soldiers of the Black Crow tribe who rushed towards him with their knives couldn't help but smile.

They were a little worried that Fengyun would run away.

If he really retreated into the Purple Bamboo Forest, they would definitely not be able to remain indifferent, and they would definitely send someone to hunt him down, and if an enemy with such terrible archery skills was left alone, they would definitely be restless, and who knew when he would suddenly jump out and launch a deadly sneak attack on them.

However, if they are allowed to divide people into the Purple Bamboo Forest, they will not only be threatened by those remaining traps, but may also affect the attack on the Baicao Tribe.

Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, the warriors of the Baicao tribe and the reinforcements they invited were really tenacious, and it took a lot of effort to defeat them.

Now, if some of the men are drawn, it will be even more difficult to defeat them.

Out of prudence, the soldiers of the Black Crow tribe who rushed towards Fengyun did not change their formation, and were still ready to outflank him and trap him first.

Fengyun has no choice to escape now, but who can guarantee that he will not move the idea of escaping, in case he is not careful, let him escape, the trouble will be big, they are not willing to take this risk.

In order to surround Fengyun as soon as possible, the speed of those Crow Tribe warriors was very fast, but the speed of Fengyun was also not slow, and the distance between them was not very far in the first place.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides are about to meet.

The eyes of the warriors of the Black Crow Tribe revealed a vicious color, full of malice and hatred, obviously thinking of the death of their people, and wanting to kill Fengyun to avenge them.

They raised the bone knives in their hands high, ready to attack him as soon as they came into contact with the wind and clouds.

Fengyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bang!

The ground beneath Fengyun's feet suddenly exploded, and then the speed of his forward rush suddenly surged, more than doubling as his hand reached behind his neck.

Due to the surge in speed, the clouds began to blur.

The face of the Black Crow Tribe warrior immediately changed, and he instinctively sensed the danger, and the bone knife he held high slashed down, forming a knife formation in front of them.

If Fengyun wants to get close to them, he will inevitably be attacked by the bone knives, and their own safety has been guaranteed to a certain extent.

However, for the sake of safety, they subconsciously began to slow down, preparing to gain a firm foothold before fighting Fengyun.

Not everyone stopped, it was only the enemy on the front of the storm who stopped, and the enemy on both flanks did not have any intention of stopping, on the contrary, they increased their speed.

They were ready to go around behind him as quickly as possible and surround him.

The red light flashed, and the soldiers of the Black Crow tribe who were facing Fengyun felt a lightness in their hands, but before they could figure out what was going on, they found a chill in their throats flashing.

In the next moment, they found that Fengyun's figure had become clear again, and just a few steps away in front of them, they subconsciously waved the knife in their hands and slashed at him.

But when they did so, they couldn't help but show a look of astonishment, and they found that the bone knife in their hand was gone, and only one hilt remained.

At this time, they finally understood what was going on when they felt the lightness on their hands, and it was Fengyun who had cut off their knives.

Subconsciously, they began to retreat, and at the same time set their eyes on the knife in Fengyun's hand, they wanted to see it clearly.

During the process of their knives being cut, there was no obvious movement in themselves, which was enough to show how sharp Fengyun's knife was.

Warriors like good weapons, and the warriors of these crow tribes are no exception, they want to see what is good about the knife in Fengyun's hand.

However, as they did so, a sudden gust of wind rang in their ears.

They were stunned, not only because the sound of the wind was very special and different from the ordinary sound of the wind, but also because they didn't feel the wind blowing on them.

In the next moment, they realized where this strange wind and clouds came from, not the sound of the real wind blowing, but the sound of their blood spurting from their veins.

They underestimated Fengyun, and he not only cut off their knives, but also cut their necks.

Before they died, they couldn't help but have a scene in their minds, the scene when Fengyun had just appeared.

Their people discovered his presence and attacked him with knives, only to have their necks slitted by him in an instant.

"We were wrong. Not only is the enemy's archery skill level very high, but his knife skills are also very terrifying. We misestimated how terrible he was. We ......"

In the process of falling into eternal darkness, the enemies whose necks have been cut finally truly realize the horror of Fengyun, but unfortunately they have no way to remind their people.

Fengyun glanced at the enemy indifferently, and took two large strides forward, coming behind the enemy's back, and the blood that spurted from their necks did not stain him in the slightest.

There were many enemies rushing towards him, a wave of enemies was killed, and new enemies appeared in his field of vision, and Fengyun did not stop, striding forward.

The enemy immediately raised his sword and was about to attack him.

He continued to walk forward, with a calm pace, and just like that, he passed through the enemy.

The enemy's knife was raised, but for some reason, it didn't split down, and just watched him walk over.

If someone who doesn't know the inside story sees this scene, it is very likely that they will be mistaken, Fengyun and the warriors of the Crow Tribe are not hostile relations, they raise their swords high into the air, not to attack him, but to pay homage to him.

But as he walked past them, blood ran out of their necks and revealed the truth, not that they didn't want to attack him, but that they couldn't do it anymore.

Fengyun may seem to be wandering leisurely, but he is not idle, and every time he comes close to an enemy, he pulls out his knife with great speed, cuts their necks, and then inserts the knife back into its scabbard.

Before crossing over, he had seen in novels and film and television works a kind of kung fu called sword drawing, the attack speed is very fast, and the enemy has already caused fatal damage to them before they react, very handsome.

He also imitated the practice, but he didn't take it seriously, just enjoyed it, because he knew very well that with his physical fitness and ability, it was absolutely impossible to really do it.

But after crossing over, especially after becoming a totem warrior, he couldn't help but feel the urge to recreate the sword drawing technique.

There is no internal force, but he has the power of totem, and its magic is better than that of internal force.

After some hard practice, he succeeded, and in the process of training with the warriors of the Flame Snake Tribe, he also showed amazing power.

This was the first time he had used the Drawing Technique on an enemy, and the effect did not disappoint him either. (To be continued.) )