The internal qi in Feng Ning's body burst out, pushing his figure out of a series of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he had already increased the speed of his body to the extreme he could achieve. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This was something he had never been able to do before, and after several months of Shi Hu's abuse, he learned how to reasonably mobilize and distribute internal qi, and make use of all internal qi to maximize its effectiveness.

With a soft sound, Feng Ning Biao shot behind the last Western Barbarian, and the long sword in his hand spit out a two-foot-long red sword qi, and the long sword in his hand seemed to grow two feet at once.

The red sword light swept over the head of the Western Barbarian with his swift figure, and the figure flashed before disappearing into the bushes on the side.

The western barbarian took two more steps before the skull on his head rolled down with a grunt, and the blood from its neck spurted out and rose to the sky.

The body of the Western Barbarian who had been beheaded by Feng Ning fell to the ground with a bang, and finally attracted the attention of the three Western Barbarians in front, and when they turned around, they only saw the rain of blood and the corpses that fell to the ground.

They roared and ran to the corpse, but they didn't notice Feng Ning, who had circled behind them.

Feng Ning leaned down ghostly, clinging to the ground, his hands and feet lightly touching the ground, and he slid towards the giant wolf who was placed on the side to be on guard.

As soon as the two giant wolves noticed the movement, before they could raise the alarm, they were pierced through the throat by a sword, killing them instantly.

Feng Ning, who had solved the three opponents, no longer hid, and pressed his left hand heavily on the ground, and with a bang, he pressed a small pit on the ground.

His figure shot at the three Western Barbarians who had already looked over, and the three Western Barbarians saw a black shadow suddenly pounce on them, and they picked up the big stick in their hands and wanted to fight back.

I saw that the red sword qi on the long sword in Feng Ning's hand spit out, and as his body turned, it turned into a red ribbon of light.

The red band of light slashed through the necks of the three Western Barbarians like lightning before disappearing, and Feng Ning's figure was already standing a few meters behind them.

The three Western barbarians fell to the ground one after another, their necks were almost completely sliced, only a little flesh was stained, and blood continued to emerge from the hideous wounds and flow all over the ground.

These Western Barbarians, whose highest level was equivalent to a first- or second-level cultivation, were not vulnerable to Feng Ning at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't attract the attention of more Western barbarians under the cliff, Feng Ning could actually run over all the way with a big move.

But then the movement is big, and every one of his stunts is explosive and fiery.

It's much better now, he decided the opponent silently, and Feng Ning was quite satisfied with his performance.

This kind of actual combat has high requirements for the grasp of timing and the use of internal qi, if it weren't for the ravages of Shi Hu, the previous Feng Ning would not have been able to do it at all.

He came to the corpse of the Western Barbarian, picked up the Western Barbarian's backpack that was in charge of carrying things, and he took out all the contents of the backpack.

There was a lot of mess rolling out of it, most of it was some meat, and of course it included some human stumps, and he looked closely, but there was nothing of value in them.

Then he cut off the ears of the four Western barbarians with a blank face, and made a package out of the animal skins torn off from their bodies, and carried them on his back.

The rucksack used by the Western Barbarians was too big for him, bigger than his whole person, and he couldn't use it at all.

After doing all this, Feng Ning climbed the tallest tree nearby, and standing on the top of the tree, he finally saw the settlement of the Western Barbarians, or the tribe.

In a valley under the cliff, there were many wooden houses, and those wooden houses were very poorly built, and they should be quite large in size, otherwise they would not be able to live in the big men of the Western Barbarians.

There were many wooden houses, scattered in the valley, and Feng Ning estimated that this tribe of Western barbarians had at least seven or eight hundred people.

After roughly observing the situation, Feng Ning jumped off the top of the tree.

He came to the corpses of the four Western Barbarians, and said to himself: "Do you want to make some cover-up, so that they look like they were bitten to death by foreign beasts, if they are found to have died in the hands of humans, those Western Barbarians are afraid that they will fry the pot." ”

He thought for a while, a trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "Fryer the pan, fry the pot, annoy Lao Tzu, and serve them in one pot." ”

As night falls, the dense forest slowly falls silent, and the large species are no longer active, except for the sound of insects.

The breeze blew, and the rustling of leaves mixed in, creating an eerie silence.

Beneath this calm surface, there is a deeper danger, the real predator ready to move under the cover of night.

A swift shadow leopard moved silently, and suddenly pounced on a strange prey covered in turquoise.

This prey has been staring at it for a long time, its small body, it doesn't look threatening, and the most important thing is that it doesn't hide itself in the jungle.

The imaginary sound of flesh tearing was not heard, and the Swift Shadow Leopard pounced in front of the figure, and then fell limply, a piece of turquoise sword tip peeking through the back of its head.

The vulture drew the turquoise sword that pierced into the Swift Shadow Leopard's mouth, and continued on his way with a blank face.

After walking for a while, the butterfly in front of him stopped, he frowned and took out the black stone box containing the butterfly, and gently pinched the butterfly that had stopped and put it into the box.

"How can the target be so far away, now it has come out of the plain of newcomer training, and if you go further in, it will be the real Western Wilderness. "The vultures are a little confused.

He followed the butterfly to the west for a day and a night, and the three butterflies were used in turn, but he still hadn't found the target, which made him a little suspicious of the butterfly's tracking ability.

However, the butterfly is famous, claiming that as long as the butterfly powder on its body is immersed in the body, there is nothing to hide within a thousand miles.

The client said that the subject had been impregnated with the butterfly powder of the three butterflies, and that there was no problem in tracking their location.

Now that they are chasing so far, the vultures can only believe in the ability of the butterfly.

But the deeper he went, the more difficult the road became, and he had to avoid some dangerous areas, the speed became slower, and after a while the vulture had to stop and repair.

The vulture found a relatively safe and secluded place, huddled up and began to rest, feeling irritated in his heart.

A bloodthirsty light shot out of his eyes, and he muttered, "You can't escape, when I find you, I'll chop you up little by little and feed it to the beasts here." ”

As a self-proclaimed assassination expert, he is not lacking in patience, and he has also experienced more arduous jungle tracking.

But this time he thought it was a very simple task, and he couldn't help but feel a little impatient knowing that he hadn't seen the target after tracking for so long.

The next day, the sun shines through the dense foliage and hits the ground from the sky.

Under a big tree, on the ground covered with fallen leaves, a small beast came out of its hole early to start foraging, and after a terrible night it did not become food, perhaps its heart was full of luck.

This is the case in the Western Wilderness Jungle, not dying is the greatest luck, whether it is the predator or the preyed, because these two characters are changing all the time.

The little beast walked cautiously on the ground covered with fallen leaves, and suddenly a large hand grabbed it, and before it could struggle and scream, it was pinched off its neck.

With the stretch out of his big hand, Feng Ning's figure sat up from the ground, he shook off the fallen leaves and soil on his body, looked at the little beast that looked like a rabbit in his hand, and said with a smile: "Breakfast has fallen." ”