Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Blood... Blood..."

The black crow tribe warriors who noticed the abnormality in their chests just bowed their heads, and they were frightened immediately. The bright red blood spurted out of their chests like no money.

At this time, they finally understood why Feng Yun dared to face them with his back without worrying about being attacked by them.

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

Thump thump...

Strength and energy poured out with the blood, they felt weak, their bones were all taken out, their bodies softened and fell to the ground, and then their consciousness began to lose weight, and Fengyun's figure disappeared from their vision. in.

Their deaths didn't have any impact on Fengyun. When they fell and died, he was hunting down the remaining enemies.

He kills very smoothly, and someone is bound to die with a single wave of the knife, regardless of whether the opponent is unprepared or has fully defended, it is not the case, without exception.

This made Feng Yun feel a little strange, and his strength seemed a bit too much.

Although the vast majority of the enemies he used to attract are intermediate totem fighters, they are the best among them.

Although he himself is an advanced totem warrior and one of the strong, it is not so easy to kill them so easily.

Don't look at him when he was in the Zizhu Forest, killing the fighters of the Black Crow Tribe seemed so easy, that is because their overall level is not high, and many of them are just junior totem fighters.

Now the enemies he faces are all genuine elites, not to mention junior totem warriors, those intermediate totem warriors are not weak, and the difficulty is very different, but in the end he now feels easier to kill them.

It felt very peculiar, and in a daze, the knife in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, an extension of his arm, what he wanted it to do, it would do what he wanted, giving him a kind of enjoyment that he wanted.

In addition, he found that his control seems to have become much better.

Not only can he direct the knife to do what he wants to do as he wants, but he can also have extremely precise control of its trajectory, strength and angle, which can be done almost exactly.

Feng Yun was very happy about this and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Although he is happy that there are changes in his body and his strength has been strengthened, the bigger reason is that he knows the root of such changes in his body.

He broke through, his drawing of swordsmanship achieved a breakthrough, and he was promoted to a higher level.

He values ​​the technique of drawing a sword very much, and in order to be able to create it and let it exert powerful destructive power, he has worked hard.

With the strength of his body, the palm of his hand was still worn out again and again, but he did not wait for the wound to heal before devoting himself to assiduous practice.

Even the extremely harsh violence against the tribe could not help but persuade him not to be so desperate, but he did not stop at all, and continued to practice hard.

With sweat and blood, Fengyun also paid off. He not only successfully created the drawing of swordsmanship, but it also possessed destructive power.

This gave Fengyun a deep sense of accomplishment, but there were also disadvantages.

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

It is indeed good news for Fengyun to achieve a breakthrough now.

He thought for a while, and soon understood what was going on.

In his mind, the art of drawing swords was a skill that existed solely for killing. This was also his goal, but he could not kill people wantonly in the process of practicing.

At that time, he was trapped in the Yan Snake Tribe, unable to reach outsiders at all.

In order to be able to increase his actual combat ability, he hadn't failed to find warriors in the tribe to fight against him, and he was also supported by violence. It can be said that those warriors with a little strength in the tribe have fought with him more than once.

However, no matter how many times he fought with them, it was impossible to make unbridled shots, especially the drawing of swordsmanship, there was no way to perform it properly, because according to his request, it would be deadly to use it.

Unable to exert the true power of the sword drawing technique, it was naturally unable to improve its level, which made Fengyun a headache.

Later, he thought of a way that was not a solution. He couldn't use his own clan to perform surgery. It's okay to use a brutal beast.

He did what he wanted to fight, and he did kill a lot of brutal beasts, but he was not very satisfied with the final effect.

The brutal beast is a brutal beast, even if he finds some brutal beasts with a physique similar to humans, there is still a very big improvement compared with humans, and the improvement in sword drawing skills is very limited.

After he left the Flame Snake Tribe, the situation became different, especially after fighting against the Black Crow Tribe, he did not kill them less. All in all, it has reached a considerable number. .

In fact, Fengyun's hard work and accumulation are enough, but an opportunity is 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 in the first time was because this breakthrough was a natural process, and there was no reluctance.

The sword-drawing technique was improved, Feng Yun was very happy, and the warriors who chased the Black Crow Tribe became more motivated, and saw that his figure swayed, leaving afterimages scattered around the enemy for a long time.

Before the afterimages dissipated, the enemies in front of them had already spurted blood and fell to the ground.

"Huh? What about people?"

After a while, Feng Yun suddenly realized that there was no one in front of him, and couldn't help but froze.

"All dead?"

Fengyun couldn't help laughing blankly.

After the level of drawing swordsmanship was improved, his murderous hands slipped, and he almost killed all the enemies.

"Stop. Stop for me if you don't die."

Feng Yun suddenly turned his head and let out a loud shout.

After shouting, Feng Yun found 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 the three, there was a person who looked very similar to the Raven Tyrant and was considered by Feng Yun to be related to him, and they were not killed because of Feng Yun's slippery hands. In fact, there was some coincidence in it.

He would go to great lengths to lead the enemy ashore, just to capture them alive and dig out the information he wanted from them, and the three of them he chose to stay.

"court death."

Feng Yun's expression immediately became gloomy, his feet stepped on the ground, he flew up, and rushed towards them, like a fierce eagle pounced on three weak chickens.

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