"Blood...... Blood ......"

As soon as the Black Crow Tribe warriors who noticed an abnormality in their chests lowered their heads, they were immediately frightened, and bright red blood spurted out of their chests as if they didn't want money.

At this time, they finally understood why Fengyun dared to turn his back to them, and they were not worried about being attacked by them at all.

He didn't have to worry at all, because in his eyes, they were already dead.

Plop Plop Plop ......

The strength and energy poured out with the blood, they felt weak all over their bodies, their bones seemed to be all sucked out, their bodies went limp, and they fell to the ground, and then their consciousness began to dissipate, and the figure of Fengyun disappeared from their field of vision.

Their deaths didn't affect Fengyun in the slightest, and he was hunting down the remaining enemies as they fell to their deaths.

He kills very easily, and someone will inevitably die of serious injuries with a swing of the knife, whether the other party is defenseless or has already defended with all his might, without exception.

This made Fengyun himself feel a little strange, and his power seemed to be a little excessive.

Although most of these enemies he lured by his means were mid-level totem warriors, they were the best of the mid-level totem warriors.

Although he himself is a high-level totem warrior, and he is also the strongest among them, it is not so easy to kill them so easily.

Don't look at the time when he was in the Purple Bamboo Forest, killing the warriors of the Black Crow Tribe seemed so easy, it was because their overall level was not high, and many of them were just junior totem warriors.

Now the enemies he is facing are all genuine elites, not to mention the junior totem warriors, those intermediate totem warriors are not weak, the difficulty is very different, but as a result, he feels easier to kill them now.

It felt very strange, in a trance, the knife in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, an extension of his arm, he wanted it to do whatever he wanted, so that he had a kind of pleasure as he wanted.

On top of that, he found that his control seemed to get a lot better.

Not only can he direct the knife to do what he wants, but he also has extremely precise control over its trajectory, force, and angle, almost to the fullest.

In this regard, Fengyun was very happy, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

He was happy that there were changes in him and that his strength had increased, but the bigger reason was that he knew the root cause of such changes in his body.

He broke through, his sword drawing technique broke through, and he was promoted to a higher realm.

He was very attached to the art of drawing a sword, and he had worked hard to create it and make it exert its powerful destructive power.

With the strength of his body, the skin of his palms was still worn out again and again, but he did not wait for the wound to heal before he threw himself into hard practice.

Even the extremely harsh violence against the clansmen couldn't help but persuade him not to work so hard, but he didn't stop at all, and continued to practice hard.

With all his sweat and blood, Fengyun paid off, and the sword drawing technique was not only successfully created by him, but also possessed great destructive power.

This made Fengyun feel a deep sense of accomplishment, but there were also fly in the ointment.

After reaching a certain level of knife drawing technique, even if he practiced diligently, the improvement rate became very slow, and in the end, he even fell into a state of stagnation.

The breakthrough is indeed good news for Fengyun.

He thought about it for a moment, and soon understood what was going on.

In his mind, the art of drawing a sword is a skill that exists entirely for the purpose of killing, which is also the goal he pursues, but in the process of practicing, he cannot kill people wantonly.

At that time, he was trapped in the Flame Serpent tribe and had no access to outsiders at all.

In order to be able to increase his ability to fight, he didn't find warriors in the tribe to fight him, and he also got the support of the tyrant, it can be said that those warriors in the tribe with a little strength have fought with him, and more than once.

However, no matter how many times he fought with them, it was impossible for him to attack them unscrupulously, especially the sword drawing technique, there was no way to use it properly, because according to his request, it would kill people to use it.

Unable to exert the true power of the sword drawing technique, it is naturally impossible to improve its level, which makes Fengyun very headache.

Later, he thought of a way that was not a way, he couldn't use his own kindred, he could use brute beasts.

That's what he wanted to do, and he did kill a lot of brute beasts, but he wasn't very satisfied with the final result.

Brute beasts are brute beasts, even if he finds some brute beasts with a similar physique to humans, but compared with people, there is still a very big improvement, and the improvement of the sword drawing technique is very limited.

After he left the Flame Snake Tribe, the situation became different, especially after fighting with the people of the Black Crow Tribe, he didn't kill them less, before and after, adding up, it had reached a considerable number.

In fact, Fengyun's hard work and accumulation are enough, but there is just an opportunity missing.

When he used the sword drawing technique to kill the enemy, the opportunity had already appeared, and he naturally succeeded in breaking through.

The reason why he didn't find it at the first time was because this breakthrough was a completely natural process, and there was no reluctance.

The sword drawing technique has been improved, Fengyun is very happy, and the warriors who are chasing and killing the crow tribe have become more motivated, only to see his body shake, leaving a long-lasting afterimage around the enemy.

Before the afterimage could dissipate, their close foes were already spurting blood and falling to the ground.

"Huh, what about people?"

After a while, Fengyun suddenly found that there was no one in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"All dead?"

At a glance, Fengyun couldn't help but smile dumbly.

After the level of sword drawing was improved, his murderous hand slipped and almost killed all the enemies.

"Stop. Don't die, just stop me. ”

Fengyun suddenly turned his head sideways and let out a loud shout.

With the cheers, Fengyun noticed that the bodies of the three people in his field of vision trembled suddenly, but they did not stop, on the contrary, they ran faster.

Among these three people, there is the one who looks very similar to the crow bully and is considered by Fengyun to be related to him, and they were not killed because of Fengyun's slippery hand, in fact, there are some coincidences in it.

He would go to great lengths to lure the enemy ashore in order to capture them alive and dig up the information he wanted from them, and the three of them he had chosen to stay.

"Look for death. ”

Fengyun's face immediately became gloomy, and with a stomp of his feet on the ground, he flew up and pounced on them, like a fierce eagle pounced on three weak chicks. (To be continued.) )