The next day, Wei Feng was awakened by the harsh sun.

The sunlight shone on the cliff wall through the mist that had not completely dispersed in the forest, and there was just a wisp of light shining on Wei Feng's face through the gap in the stone wall, that is, this cliff was too steep, and there were not many plants breaking out of the wall on the side, so that Wei Feng could barely see the light of day.

While the fog was still clearing, Wei Feng assessed the cliff and found that it was much easier to climb up than down, so he decisively decided to continue up.

The entire cliff wall was less than three hundred zhang high, and it was only after continuing to climb dozens of zhang that he heard a sharp eagle's cry, Wei Feng hurriedly looked over and found that there was a huge goshawk hovering in the sky.

Wei Feng was startled, this can't be coming at me, take a look, rub, really, seeing that the goshawk seemed to be flying straight to this side, Wei Feng hurriedly climbed down.

It's not that he wants to escape, with his current height, even if he has two long legs, it is impossible to escape before the goshawk arrives, and jumping off the cliff directly is even more to find death, the reason why he went down is only because he just passed by a stone wall, where there is a gap that he can squeeze into, he plans to hide in the stone crevice, so it is not far from his feet, Wei Feng's hands and feet are also very sharp.

The goshawk flew extremely fast, it was still in the sky at first glance, and in a blink of an eye, it was close to the front, a pair of sharp and cold eagle eyes stared at Wei Feng who was fleeing on the cliff, and its wings were slightly closed and its claws poked out, and it was about to be caught.

At the last moment, Wei Feng suddenly flashed into the stone wall beside him, a trace of fierceness flashed in the goshawk's eyes, and the hard claws rubbed a few sparks on the stone wall, and grabbed a large handful of gravel, but he couldn't reach Wei Feng, so he had no choice but to retract his claws and prepare to circle up.

At this moment, a standard long knife had been held by Wei Feng at some point, and he stuck it at the moment when the goshawk closed its claws and flapped its wings, leaned out half of his body, and slashed at the goshawk's wings.

Wei Feng could have entered the crack in the stone wall before the goshawk arrived, but the reason why he was stuck at the limit was to lure the goshawk to attack, he knew that as long as the goshawk was still hovering nearby, he would not be able to climb the cliff safely, so he could only take a risk to see if he could kill it.

This knife came out quickly and ruthlessly, the key was to be caught off guard, and the goshawk did not expect that the original prey would resist when it had successfully escaped, and saw a knife cut in a defenseless situation, and let out a sharp eagle cry in a hurry.

This sharp cry pierced into Wei Feng's ears fiercely, and as soon as it entered his ears, the sound penetrated into his brain as if it had substantial energy, and his brain instantly tingled, making Wei Feng's eyes dark, but he gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain the knife momentum.

The moment the blade collided with the goshawk's wings, Wei Feng couldn't see it, he only felt that there seemed to be some obstruction on the blade, although it failed to block the knife momentum, but it also reduced the power of this knife by half.

By the time Wei Feng regained his vision, the goshawk had risen to height, hovering in the sky and chirping, the chirping was full of anger.

Wei Feng looked at the blade of the long knife he was holding in his hand, there were three obvious gaps and a bright blood, and he slashed it!

When his mind regained his senses, Wei Feng looked at the goshawk intently, only to see that there was a red on its left wing, and this red was still seeping outward.

The goshawk roared angrily in mid-air, hovering for a long time but still not leaving, it stands to reason that it is difficult to condense the wound on the wings that has been flying, but Wei Feng clearly saw that the bleeding wound slowly stopped, which made Wei Feng's joy just now disappear without a trace.

And judging by its refusal to leave, it shouldn't be just a matter of it.

Wei Feng was very depressed, originally the creatures in nature, whether they were predators or predators, would retreat as long as the risk of injury was greater during the battle, after all, survival is the main thing, and the varieties with big tempers and like to die have long been selected by nature, and they can't live now.

But here I first encountered a wild boar, and then I met a goshawk, why is my temper so big, is it really planned to die? So what's the picture?

Maybe it was the wound on the wings that stopped the bleeding, or maybe it was because Wei Feng couldn't understand her call, in short, the goshawk no longer cried, but the wings swooped down slightly, looking at the stone wall where Wei Feng was hiding.

Rub, it's over, isn't it, Wei Feng's body shrank in, and decided to avoid the edge for the time being, this stone wall cave is narrow and there is a little room for movement.

When the goshawk swooped out of the stone wall, a pair of eagle eyes full of anger looked inside the stone wall, and then with a wave of its wings, several wind blades glowing with pale cyan light blew out from the tips of its wings, whistling and shooting towards Wei Feng.

Wei Feng had a guess when he saw the gap in the blade, and now when he saw the goshawk's wind blade attack, he immediately set up a long knife, and with a few swords, the wind blade was scattered, and the aftermath still blew the clothes hunting.

It's just that the goshawk still didn't give up, and turned around in the air again, seeing that Wei Feng was intact, the anger in the eagle's eyes increased a little, and several wind blades shot out.

Wei Feng raised his knife and blocked again, the Soul Breaking Knife was originally a knife technique that opened and closed widely, and it was quite awkward to use it in such a narrow place in the stone wall, in order to ensure that the power was enough, he had to mobilize more yuan power to make up for it, and the consumption was much higher than usual.

It's not a way to go on like this, and Wei Feng doesn't dare to fight a war of attrition with the goshawk all the time, who knows if the other party's use of the wind blade is easy and pleasant.

The thought moved slightly, and the original sunny sky suddenly began to rain, and the rain gradually became heavier and heavier, and gradually had a pouring momentum, enveloping the cliff, including the goshawk and Wei Feng himself, and at the same time, a thick fog also emerged around his body.

This time, he seemed to have fully opened his talent, basically did not reserve, the rain was pouring down, the raindrops the size of beans were a little painful when they hit his face, and the fog was so thick that he couldn't see, and the visibility was not even higher than one zhang.

Heavy rain is pouring on the goshawk, because the bird feathers will secrete oil will not get wet immediately, but the rain is too strong, waving its wings in such a rain curtain, or it will be soaked for too long, at that time, let alone circling, it is difficult to fly here.

The appearance of the fog also limited the goshawk's vision, although it immediately flashed its wings and whistled to blow away the surrounding fog, as long as the wind stopped for a while, the fog would fill again, allowing it to fly carefully so as not to crash into the stone wall.

However, the goshawk still did not give up, waving its wings, which had begun to be a little bulky, and found the cliff where Wei Feng was located with the help of memory, narrowed the circle of the circle, and tried to maintain it in this vicinity, and launched an attack on Wei Feng here every time it passed.

How atmospheric this must be, Wei Feng had a headache, and while resisting the goshawk's attack, he calculated how long he could maintain his talent with all his strength, and the conclusion was less than half an hour.

It's not that he has no way, the trick at the bottom of the box is useless yet, he just needs to wait, wait for an excellent opportunity to make a move, this goshawk is smart, he must strive for a fatal blow, once he rashly launched an attack but did not make a contribution, so that it has defense, it will only be more difficult to deal with.

It's just that the depression in his heart is still difficult to dispel, he has never been able to understand the behavior of the goshawk, beasts are usually not disturbed by emotions to choose, they will only take the most beneficial and most conducive to survival behavior, like this kind of revenge, not to say no, but it can be regarded as extremely rare, there is no reason to let yourself run into it, is my Wei someone's face so dark?

Besides, the irritable creature of the big wild boar knows how to run away after being injured, but this goshawk uses some means to heal the wound and then entangle, which does not conform to the logic of the creature's behavior, unless it ...... Unless staying and attacking him, it's a better option to survive!

Thinking of this, Wei Feng decisively took advantage of the goshawk's attack to sink his mind into perception, the vicinity was shrouded in his rain and mist, and no information could escape his capture, previously just to reduce the consumption of energy, only focusing on the large predators who were dangerous to him, after all, he was not a monster with unlimited brainpower.

Now after perceiving his surroundings with all his might, Wei Feng immediately noticed something unusual, just about thirty zhang above his head, there was a small green plant swaying in the wind and rain, and under the cover of its few leaves, there was an even smaller orange berry that emitted a faint halo.

If you look closely, you can see that most of the berry is covered with orange, except for the tip of the fruit, which is faintly white and does not seem to be fully ripe.

Wei Feng opened his eyes suddenly, if nothing else, he should have guessed the reason why this goshawk was nostalgic for this.

This time, he began to carefully sense the trajectory of the goshawk's circling and the extent to which its wings were wet by the rain, and its attack frequency had been passively slowed down, because the rain had increased its weight, increased the difficulty of swinging its wings, and its flight speed had become irrepressibly slow.

Not enough, not enough, wait, Wei Feng estimated its reaction speed, flight speed, wind blade's attack strength, and, its physical strength, this time, he had to kill with one blow!

(End of chapter)