Chapter 233: Reap the head

Soon, Feng Yun's hand was taken out of the bag, and there were two more things in his hand, two bamboos, one thicker and one thinner.
These are the cartilage needles that Feng Yun and the witch gave him when they parted.
He decided to use them to deal with the sleeping warriors of the Crow Tribe.
He pinned the knife to his belt, then opened the bamboo tube containing the cartilage needle and took the cartilage needle, but instead of putting them into the needle tube, he took them and walked towards the enemy.
When his feet were about to touch their heads, he stopped, and then began to bend over, bringing them closer together.
Suddenly, the breathing of a Black Crow tribe warrior closest to Fengyun changed, and his eyelids began to move, as if he had sensed the coming of danger.
Feng Yun's expression remained unchanged, his arm protruded at an extremely fast speed, and the cartilage needle he pinched between his fingers deeply pierced the black crow tribe warrior's neck.
At this moment, he just opened his eyes and saw Feng Yun's face looking down on him. He was shocked and screamed when he opened his mouth, but the effect of the cartilage needle was too overbearing.
He couldn't make a normal sound anymore, only some hissing from his throat, like a leak, and the sound was very small.
Even so, it still alarmed other enemies, especially those who were closer to the Black Crow tribe warrior, whose eyes moved under their eyelids.
Feng Yun understood that this was a sign that they were about to wake up.
He didn't panic at all, just let his hand move quickly, because the speed was too fast. At first glance, he seemed to have a few more arms at once. They were left behind after his arm speed reached a certain level. shadow.
There were a total of eleven soldiers in the tent, six of them got a cartilage needle in their sleep, and the remaining five finally opened their eyes, but their destiny will not change.
Under the domineering effect of the cartilage needle, they can do nothing except stare at the situation.
Feng Yun glanced at them faintly, put his hand out, and tapped their fingers on their left chests, where their hearts were.
Enemies who were hit would twitch their bodies and then stop moving. At the same time, their auras began to weaken, and soon disappeared completely, and they all died.
When Feng Yun poked their chests with his fingers, he poured Anjin on the fingertips. Through contact with their bodies, they invaded their bodies and destroyed their hearts.
His destruction was skillful, and it did not completely destroy the heart, but only destroyed a small part of it, causing it to lose its function, leading to the death of the enemy.
He did this because he didn't want to see blood flow out of their mouth and nose.
The smell of blood is still relatively heavy. It may drift out of the tent and be smelled by other enemies. The sense of smell of a totem warrior is far beyond that of ordinary people.
This is also the fundamental reason why he did not take the method of cutting their throats directly with a knife to stop them.
He would use cartilage needles to dissolve their ability to move, but he was worried about accidents when he killed them by destroying the heart.
Before that, he had not tried to kill people in this way, and he couldn't confirm how they would react.
It's alright now, killing eleven people at a time. He already has an understanding of this method of killing. Even if he no longer uses cartilage needles, he is more certain.
The probing hand pulled the cartilage needles from the necks of the dead enemies one by one, wiped off the blood stains on them, and put them back into the needle barrel.
Going to the door, opening the tent door, looking out, Feng Yun walked out and walked to a tent not far in front.
This time he went straight to the door of the tent.
Familiarly drew an arrow from the quiver, opened a gap in the tent door in a very gentle manner, and looked inward.
But when he saw the internal situation clearly, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
This tent is not very different from the one he just entered. The black crow tribe's warriors are sleeping on the animal skins inside, and even the number of people is the same. There are eleven. Let He was surprised that he did not find a trace of the Worm Nest.
Not only was there no hanging insect nest, but he didn't even see an alarm device. He could just open the tent door and walk in.
"Could it be that the tent has a bug nest because it is located at the outermost part of the camp? The tent inside is safer, so you don't need to hang it?"
Feng Yun made his own conjecture, but he quickly threw it into his mind.
The purpose of his sneaking into the enemy is to kill as many enemies as possible. Without such a dangerous existence as the Worm Nest, wouldn't it be right in his arms and thinking so much.
He opened the door of the tent a bit, and stepped into the tent. The arrow in his hand stretched out behind him to hold the fallen tent door, put it aside, and walked towards the sleeping enemy.
Putting out the second finger of Shizhong, he gestured to the position of their heart, but he still stopped and took out the cartilage needle again.
It is better to be careful.
He can be sure that the dark energy he poured into his fingertips can kill them, but he can't guarantee 100% that they won't make any movement from the to death.
The use of cartilage needles can minimize the chance of accidents.
Besides, although the efficacy of cartilage needles is overbearing, he does not value it very much.
It is very slender, and it is launched through a needle tube, which is destined to have a relatively limited attack range. This is why the soldiers of the Baicao tribe did not use it during the battle with the black crow king.
Feng Yun easily pierced the cartilage needle into the neck of the Black Crow tribe warrior, very smoothly.
Their performance was much worse than that of his first group of Black Crow tribe fighters.
Although none of the latter was able to escape under his hands, some of them at least saw him before they died, knowing whose hands they were dead.
All of them were pierced into the neck by him with a needle, and none of them had yet to wake up. They were all confused in their sleep.
Fengyun glanced at the enemy who had no signs of life, walked out of the tent, and walked over to the next tent.
In the ensuing time, Fengyun began to enter the tents non-stop, and in all the tents he patronized, all the black crow tribe warriors who fell asleep in it turned into corpses.
As the years went by, the time he spent in the tent became shorter and shorter, which meant that his killing techniques had become more and more skilled.
In just half an hour, the number of tents patronized by Fengyun has exceeded ten, and the number of soldiers of the Black Crow Tribe killed by him has exceeded one hundred.
If the Black Crow King knew that his people had been killed one by one by Fengyun, he would probably be vomiting blood with anger.
Feng Yun has no habit of thinking about the enemy, so his killing continues.
His choice of tent is also more interesting, not starting from the very edge and going all the way to the center of the camp, but hovering around the center.
At first glance, he seemed to be peeling an onion.
But if he did finally approach the center of the camp in this way, then a terrifying reality would appear.
Except for the people in the tent in the center of the camp, the entire camp will be completely dead, and all the people inside will be killed by him.
Of course, those who are still patrolling don't count. They have been hanging around outside the camp, and they have never patrolled in the camp.
After another hour, Fengyun finally stood in front of the tent in the center of the camp.
This tent is taller than all other tents, and the level of the savage beasts used to sew it is also the highest. According to Fengyun’s judgment, they should be at least high-level savage beasts, and they should all be among the high-level brutal beasts. Character.
Although their skins had been sewn into tents, Fengyun still felt the violent breath from them.
After death, it can still leave a breath, and the savage beast that lasts for a long time will never be an ordinary commodity.
At the same time, Feng Yun became more curious about the people in the tent.
"Who is the person living in such a tent? Is it a certain son of the Black Crow King?"
Looking at the tent door, Feng Yun's eyes started to light up slightly.
He sincerely hopes that there will be a heavyweight person living in the tent, so that if he kills him, the Black Crow King will feel heartache.
But he didn't dare to hold too much hope.
In the process of slaughtering the enemies sleeping in the outer tents, although he also encountered some dangers, they were all dealt with without any danger. This also shows that their strength is not strong.
that's the truth.
According to his judgment of their aura, there was only one high-level totem warrior among them, and they belonged to the one with relatively low strength, otherwise he would be able to kill them all, and it would not take such a short time.
Those who were killed should be under the people who lived in the center tent, if nothing happened, so their strength would also reflect his status to a certain extent.
They are so weak, Feng Yun really dare not give too high expectations for their status, but since they have already come, then he is destined not to give up halfway.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the arrow in his hand toward the tent door, but he just opened a small slit less than wide, and his brows suddenly frowned.
With a sense of touch, Fengyun learned that something was tied to the tent door, which reminded him of the spherical insect nest.
Although he entered a lot of tents after that, he didn't see the second one, but it appeared in this camp after all.
Steady the arrow holding the tent door to prevent it from swaying, and then listened carefully. After confirming that everything in the tent was normal, Feng Yun quietly approached the gap opened by him and looked inward.
With his excellent eyesight, he could clearly see the situation in the tent in a short period of time.
His hunch came true, the spherical insect nest appeared again, and there was not one, there were as many as five in the tent.
However, his gaze didn't stop on them more, but fell on the person lying on a piece of white animal skin.
He was facing the entrance of the tent, and he happened to be able to see his appearance clearly.
He looked at the man's face, and a strange smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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