Chapter 132: stronghold

After shooting the two fighters of the Black Crow Tribe, Feng Yun did not stop in his steps. On the contrary, he accelerated his speed.
Like a whirlwind, the storm rushed to the top of the mountain.
Before he could gain a foothold, a shower of arrows would splash over him headlessly.
Feng Yun's body reacted before his thoughts and began to avoid it automatically.
Standing in different places with his feet, his upper body quickly dodges in different directions at a very fast speed, avoiding the sharp arrows that were shot at him one by one.
Because the upper body moved too fast, even a series of afterimages were left behind.
After avoiding the arrow rain, Feng Yun looked in the direction where the arrow came from, and his expression was calm, as if he had expected him to be attacked.
What caught his eyes were more than thirty pairs of eyes full of surprise.
They didn't seem to have thought that anyone would be able to avoid their sneak attacks when they were so caught off guard, and it was a way they had never dreamed of.
In their imagination, even if Fengyun can react in time, he will inevitably be embarrassed. It is normal to roll on the ground.
They were dumbfounded, but Fengyun was not dumbfounded, he had a clear understanding of his abilities.
With the help of the transformation of swallowing and clubbing, his body has an instinctive response to danger, and he has deliberately trained in this aspect to strengthen this instinctive response.
In his opinion, it is a normal reaction for his body to automatically dodge when he encounters an arrow attack. If he stands still, it is abnormal.
Feng Yun did not rush down from the top of the mountain, using the daunting effort of the fighters of the Black Crow Tribe to approach them, nor did he retreat behind the top of the mountain, avoiding the enemy's sight, so that they could not attack.
He stood firmly on the top of the mountain, completely exposing himself to the opponent’s field of vision and attack range,
He did this not to be handsome, but to make the enemy feel his power and the great threat he could bring to them.
The stronger this feeling, the better.
This is the ultimate goal for him to come here, not just for murder.
Of course, this does not mean that he will stand there as a living target for the fighters of the Black Crow tribe below.
With a lightly pick on his toes, the bow of a warrior who was shot to death automatically jumped into his hand.
Then, his feet lifted slightly and stepped on the ground, and the two dead soldiers jumped directly.
His hand leaned forward and with a stroke, all the arrows from their waist fell into his hands.
Then he lifted his foot and kicked them twice.
Whizzing!
Two corpses shot down from the top of the mountain and flew directly to the foot of the mountain, hitting the group of fighters of the Black Crow Tribe who had not fully recovered from the shock.
The fighters of the Black Raven tribe dodged quickly, but three or four people were still hit.
They flew out immediately. Before landing, they spewed blood. After falling to the ground, they remained motionless, knowing their life or death.
When Feng Yun kicked the two corpses, he used some techniques in the process of exerting his strength. Instead of letting the strength radiate, he stayed on the corpses temporarily.
However, they are restless. When the corpse collides with other objects, they will immediately shift and cause damage to the target.
Feng Yun's actions startled the fighters of the Black Duck Tribe, but they also awakened them. They drew their arrows, raised their bows, and aimed at him.
He was ready to attack him twice, but Fengyun did not give them this opportunity.
As soon as he kicked the corpse out, he put the grabbed arrow on the ground.
The point of the arrow is pointing down and standing upright for easy access, but the arrow does not penetrate into the ground.
Naturally, this state cannot be maintained for a long time. In fact, he had just put down the arrows, and in the next instant, they showed signs of dumping, but this was enough for Feng Yun.
Buzzing...
Accompanied by a burst of intensive bowstring sound, all the arrows were shot out by the wind and clouds.
When he went to get the last arrow, it had just dumped a little bit.
After shooting all the arrows, Feng Yun directly threw the bow in his hand aside.
The warriors of the Black Crow Tribe who were shot by him were just ordinary primary totem warriors. Maybe they would be sent to guard on guard. They should be the best among primary totem warriors, but their bows are still too great for him now. Weak.
He had paid more attention to controlling power as soon as possible, but when he shot all the arrows out, it was still on the verge of death.
Based on his understanding of it, as long as he shoots an arrow with it again, maybe he can't shoot an arrow, it will break.
In fact, even if the bow is still usable, it is of little value to Fengyun, he has no arrows.
After shooting all the arrows, Feng Yun walked directly down from the top of the mountain, walking calmly, not fast or slow, like walking in his back garden, instead of facing the number of enemies far exceeding him.
Fengyun walked to the foot of the mountain without being attacked once.
The arrows he shot exerted extremely terrifying lethality, and each one shot a soldier of the Black Crow Tribe.
What's more terrifying is that everyone who was shot died.
Almost without exception, they were all shot.
They didn't think about dodge before hitting the arrow, but they couldn't avoid it at all.
It's not that Fengyun's arrows were too fast.
Because the bow he uses is very weak, even if he maximizes its performance, the force of the arrows will not increase too much, which also causes their speed to not be too abnormal.
So those who were targeted by the wind and cloud had a chance to dodge, but their dodge not only failed to save them, but made them die faster.
Originally, some of the arrows that Fengyun shot at them were not aimed at their vital points, but when they hid, they took the initiative to send the vital points to the front of the arrow.
In addition, the speed of the arrow is not particularly fast, and the process of those people hitting the arrow can basically be seen clearly by others.
Because of this, this weird and terrifying scene frightened them, and the courage to attack Fengyun was like a punctured balloon, which collapsed all at once.
They no longer dared to face Fengyun, a terrifying enemy of the evil sect, even if they did not dare to face them, they chose to escape.
Maybe this time it was the fastest time in their lives. When chased by wild beasts, they did not run so fast.
"Humph!"
Looking at the enemy rushing like a rabbit with an arrow, Feng Yun let out a cold snort in his nostrils.
Perhaps in their opinion, the arrows he shot were very evil. It's okay if he didn't hide, but he did it to the point, but he himself knew the mystery very well.
He did it deliberately.
His eyesight is very good, he can see his every move clearly, and even some details that the warriors of the Black Crow tribe would not notice themselves have not escaped his eyes.
His level of power control is very high, which helps him to make judgments about how these people will react when they are attacked, especially in which direction they will dodge.
Therefore, a considerable part of the arrows he shot was not because he was not precise enough to target their vital points, but because he deliberately adjusted them to make them look deviated.
In fact, he was waiting for the enemy himself to send the vitals.
What should they do if they don’t follow his ideas?
He is not worried about this.
When a person is facing danger, such as seeing an arrow shooting at oneself, dodge will become an instinct. It is very difficult to stand still, unless it is frightened.
Of course, this does not mean that no one can do it. There are many people who can do it, but they must have excellent psychological quality and strong control over the body.
It was not that Fengyun looked down on them, it was impossible for the fighters of the Black Crow Tribe that he attacked to possess such good qualities.
When Feng Yun shot those arrows, he actually considered quite comprehensively, and he also anticipated that someone would be frightened.
If they stand in place, they won't be shot at the center.
But they are also unlikely to survive.
He poured dark energy into the arrows he shot.
They are like time bombs. Once the arrow hits the target, they will burst out immediately, causing terrible damage to the target.
The dark energy he poured into the arrow was not great, but it was enough to deal with these totem warriors who were only junior, and there was no problem in taking his life.
Feng Yun walked near the totem warriors he shot to death, stopped, his eyes swept over them.
After thinking about it, he stomped on the ground with his feet, let out his energy from the soles of his feet, came under the corpses, broke through the ground, and pushed them into the air.
He moved between them at an extremely fast speed, drew all the arrows they had stuck in his waist, and then took two bows with ease.
The warriors of the Black Raven tribe shot only one arrow, and the remaining arrows were so many that it was very inconvenient to hold them in their hands.
Feng Yun's gaze patrolled over the corpse that fell on the ground.
His eyes lit up suddenly.
He saw a huge animal skin kettle.
He took it, cut it open, cut off a part, and it became a simple quiver.
Although it is not particularly easy to use, it is much more convenient than sticking an arrow around your waist or holding it in your hand.
In order to avoid the situation of bringing out other arrows when drawing an arrow from the quiver, Fengyun dropped most of the arrows, leaving only about thirty.
Finally, he chose a better bone knife and hung it around his waist before moving on.
When he came out of the Yan Snake Tribe, for convenience, he only carried the King Beast Tooth Knife, which inevitably seemed a bit embarrassing when fighting the enemy.
Feng Yun looked farther away, and there was a large building covering a large area seven or eight miles away, even larger than the Yan Snake tribe's residence.
That piece of building is the real goal of the storm.
By interrogating the tongue he had caught, he learned an extremely useful information.
The son of the Black Crow King, who led the people to besiege the Baicao tribe, has a stronghold where he stores supplies.
All the materials rewarded by the Black Crow King, plundered by him and collected by his men, are all piled up in this stronghold.
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