Chapter 324: Breath of war

"Ok."
The head of Feng Yun, who was flying forward, suddenly leaned back, and his brows frowned.
"Yun, what's wrong?"
Although Mu Yang has been held in his hands by Fengyun, he has not been able to help him, but he has been observing his every move. Seeing his performance, he couldn't help but feel tight, trying to overcome the oncoming wind pressure. An inquiry was sent.
"You stay here for the time being, to lead the way for Uncle Mo."
Feng Yun flicked his arm and threw Mu Yang out, causing him to fall between the two clusters of bamboo. He accelerated forward and disappeared in no time.
Mu Yang looked at Feng Yun's back, his eyes full of worry.
He thought for a while, instead of following Fengyun's instructions and staying on the scene, he followed the path he had walked and chased him up.
Although he has not been with Fengyun for a long time, he still has some understanding of him, knowing that his current performance is absolutely abnormal.
Based on the current situation, it is very likely that the Baicao tribe has a problem.
Feng Yun allowed him to stay where he was probably to protect him, not to expose him to danger, for his good, but he could not accept his kindness.
The Baicao tribe was the place where he was born and raised. He absolutely cannot just ignore her because of his own safety. He can't do it.
Mu Yang's speculation was correct, and Fengyun would indeed put him down for his own good.
He would act strangely just now because he sensed a strong stimulus through the wonderful connection between him and nature.
This breath is full of blood, killing, pain, anger, despair, death... it is the smell of battlefield.
Ordinary people, even totem warriors, are unlikely to be aware of its existence, but Fengyun is not an ordinary person. With the help of the connection between him and nature, this breath is perceptible to him, and it is very clear and strong. .
When he flew forward, this breath was like a raging tide hitting him head-on, making him subconsciously make an evasive action.
After leaving Muyang, Feng Yun accelerated the speed of his flying while analyzing the atmosphere of war.
He wanted to find the place where this breath was strongest, and then rushed over, because there will be the place where the battle will be the fiercest, and the place where his help is most needed.
Although he used the warriors of the Flame Snake Tribe and the leaders of the six tribes and their clansmen to fight against the enemies who entered the Zizhu Forest, and achieved quite good results, there is one fact that he cannot change temporarily. .
On both sides of the current war, the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements are still at a disadvantage compared to the Black Crow tribe.
However, after he rushed to the Zizhu Forest, a doubt that arose in his heart was finally answered.
It seems that the difficulty for the warriors of the Flame Snake Tribe and the six tribes facing each other to injure the enemy is a bit small.
Although their strength is relatively strong, and they have a weapon such as a crossbow, he always has a feeling that it seems too easy for them to kill the enemy in the purple bamboo forest.
He has fought with the fighters of the Black Crow Tribe, and more than once, he has a considerable degree of understanding of their strength, and he should not be so weak.
Now he understands.
They are not the elite of the Black Crow Tribe at all. They appear to attract and distract the attention of the Baicao Tribe and its reinforcements, and to entangle them so that they have no time to distract them.
The elites of the Black Crow Tribe took advantage of the hail impact on the organs and traps in the Zizhu Forest, and there was a large chance of damage, and went straight to Huanglong to attack the Baicao Tribe.
If the Baicao tribe were really defeated by them, even if the Baicao tribe warriors who fought with the Black Crow tribe in the purple bamboo forest and its reinforcements still exist, it will not help the matter and it will be difficult to reverse the fortune.
Fengyun naturally does not allow this to happen.
Feng Yu, who was flying fast forward, stopped suddenly without warning, and stood upright next to a bunch of bamboo, from extremely moving to extremely quiet, but not abrupt at all, as if he had been standing on the bamboo. Next to the clump.
As soon as he stopped his figure, a pair of golden vertical pupils appeared deep in Feng Yun's eyes, emitting a sharp and cold light.
In the next moment, he took off the bow on his back with his hands, and took off the quiver he was carrying, and hung it on his belt.
The bow was opened and the arrow was opened and closed quickly. At the same time, an arrow shot out and flew straight ahead.
There were bamboo bushes not far in front of Feng Yun, and there was more than one place, Mi Mi Zaza, which sealed all in front of him, but he didn't seem to see it, and the arrow shot was correct.
However, the performance of those arrows after leaving the bowstring is also sufficient to prove that Feng Yun does not need to care about the bamboo bushes in front of him.
The arrows shot by him are very special. Their flight trajectory is not straight, and they even turn during the flight.
If there are outsiders present and seeing them, they will definitely think of swimming fish, fish wandering in the grass.
Those arrows seemed to hit the bamboo, but before they touched, they suddenly changed their flight trajectory, bypassing them, light and elegant, and people could not help but give birth to the illusion that they were alive.
Feng Yun shot arrows extremely fast, and while breathing, all the arrows in the quiver hanging on his belt had been shot out by him.
A trace of annoyance appeared on his face.
He was upset that he didn't bring more arrows.
Although after the blocking battle not long ago, he asked for some arrows from the soldiers of the Flame Snake Tribe and refilled the quiver, the capacity of the quiver was limited after all, and his archery speed was so. The speed is not enough for him.
He didn't struggle for too long, raised his hand and arched his back on his back, and then struggling to step on the root of the bamboo bush, he shot out like an arrow from the string.
In the process of flying by, although his speed was very fast, he did not produce obvious disturbance to the surrounding environment. Even if he was close at hand, the swing of some bamboo leaves was not obvious.
In a blink of an eye, Feng Yun's eyes suddenly opened up, and he had already rushed out of the Zizhu Forest.
At the same time, a noisy sound rushed toward him.
The sound of weapons crashing, roaring, killing screams, screams... What is presented in front of Fengyun is a cruel scene of the battlefield, the battle is very fierce, every minute and every second, people are injured and some people die.
Both sides attack and receive, the attacker is strong, the defender is weak, the attacker is struggling to advance, kills when they see people, and the defender is struggling to defend. Although forced to keep retreating, every inch of the site is not just given up. The offense repeatedly competed.
The blood of the wounded and the deceased was like no money. It was arbitrarily splashed on the ground, dyed the ground red, and was absorbed by the ground, but there was too much blood, and the ground could not absorb it. It was swimming on the ground like strips. Snake.
These blood-red snakes gathered together and turned into puddles, reflecting the figures of the offensive and defensive sides, like the eyes of bloodthirsty demons.
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