Chapter 324 The Breath of War

? "Um."

Feng Yun, who was flying forward, suddenly tilted his head back, and his brows frowned.

"Yun, what's wrong?"

Although Mu Yang was held by Feng Yun, he couldn't help him, but he had been observing his every move, and seeing his performance, he couldn't help feeling tense, trying hard to overcome the oncoming wind pressure, sent an inquiry.

"You stay here for the time being and lead the way for Uncle Bao and the others."

With a flick of Feng Yun's arm, Mu Yang was thrown out, making him land between two clusters of bamboo bushes, and he himself accelerated forward, disappearing without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Mu Yang looked at Fengyun's back quickly going away, his eyes were full of worry.

He thought for a while, but he didn't follow Fengyun's instructions and stay at the scene, but chased after him along the path he had walked.

Although he didn't get along with Fengyun for a long time, he still had some understanding of him and knew that his current behavior was absolutely abnormal.

According to the current situation, it is very likely that there is a problem with the Baicao Tribe.

Feng Yun let him stay where he was most likely to protect him, prevent him from being in danger, and for his own good, but he couldn't accept his kindness.

The Baicao Tribe was the place where he was born and raised, and he absolutely couldn't just sit idly by her just because of his own safety, he couldn't do it.

Mu Yang's conjecture was correct, Fengyun would put him down for his own good.

He acted strangely just now because he sensed a strong stimulating breath through the wonderful connection between him and nature.

This breath is full of blood, killing, pain, anger, despair, death... It is the smell of the battlefield.

Ordinary people, even totem warriors, are unlikely to notice its existence, but Fengyun is not an ordinary person. With the help of his connection with nature, this breath can be felt by him, and it is very clear and strong .

When he flew forward, this aura hit him head-on like a raging tide, making him subconsciously make evasive movements.

After leaving Muyang, Fengyun accelerated the flying speed while analyzing the war breath.

He wants to find the place where the breath is the strongest,

Then rush over there, because that's where the fighting will be most intense, and where his help will be needed the most.

Although he used the warriors of the Yan Snake Tribe and the leaders of the six tribes he persuaded and their clansmen to attack the enemies who entered the Purple Bamboo Forest and achieved quite good results, there is one fact that he cannot change for the time being .

On both sides of the current war, the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements are still at a disadvantage compared to the Black Crow tribe.

But after he arrived at Zizhu Forest, a doubt that had arisen in his heart was finally answered.

The fighters of the Yan Snake tribe and the fighters of the six tribes who turned against each other seem to have little difficulty in injuring the enemy.

Although their strength is relatively strong and they have sharp weapons like crossbows, he still has a feeling that it seems too easy for them to kill the enemies in the purple bamboo forest.

He had confronted the fighters of the Black Crow Tribe, more than once, and had a considerable understanding of their strength, so he shouldn't be so weak.

Now he understands.

They were not the elite of the Black Crow tribe at all, they appeared to attract and distract the attention of the Baicao tribe and its reinforcements, and to entangle them so that they had no time to distract themselves.

The elite of the Black Crow Tribe took advantage of the chance that the organs and traps in the Purple Bamboo Forest had been hit by hail and a lot of damage occurred, so they went straight to Huanglong and directly attacked the Baicao Tribe.

If the Baicao tribe was really defeated by them, even if the Baicao tribe fighters and its reinforcements who fought against the Black Crow tribe in the purple bamboo forest still existed, it would not help the matter and it would be difficult to reverse the foregone conclusion.

Fengyun naturally does not allow this to happen.

Feng Yu, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped without any warning, and stood upright next to a cluster of bamboos, changing from extremely dynamic to extremely still, but it didn't look abrupt at all, as if he had been standing on the bamboo all the time. next to the clump.

As soon as he stopped, a pair of golden vertical pupils emerged from the depths of Fengyun's eyes, shooting out a sharp and cold light.

In the next moment, he reached out and took off the bow on his back, along with the quiver on his back, and hung it on his belt.

The bow was opened and the arrow was set, and the bow was opened and closed quickly. At the same time, arrows shot out one after another, flying straight ahead.

There were bamboo bushes not far in front of Fengyun, and there were more than one place, densely packed, sealing everything in front of him, but he didn't seem to see it, and the arrow hit it right.

However, the performance of those arrows after leaving the bowstring is enough to prove that Fengyun really doesn't need to care about the bamboo bushes in front of him.

The arrows shot by him are very special, their flight paths are not straight, and they even turn around during the flight.

If outsiders are present and see them, they will definitely think of swimming fish, fish wandering in the aquatic plants.

Those arrows seemed to be hitting the bamboo, but before they touched, they suddenly changed their flight trajectory and bypassed them, light and elegant, making people feel that they were alive.

Fengyun shot arrows at an extremely fast speed, within a breath, all the arrows in the quiver hanging on his belt had been shot out by him.

A hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

He was annoyed that he didn't bring more arrows.

Although he asked for some arrows from the warriors of the Yan Snake Tribe after the blocking battle not long ago, and refilled the quiver, the capacity of the quiver is limited after all, and his shooting speed is so So fast, it's not enough for him at all.

He didn't struggle for too long, he raised his hand and put his bow on his back, and then he stepped on the root of the bamboo bush with all his strength, and his whole body shot out like an arrow that left the string.

During the flyby, although his speed was very fast, he did not cause obvious disturbance to the surrounding environment. Wherever he passed, even if he was close at hand, the swing of some bamboo leaves was not very obvious.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yun's eyes suddenly became clear, he had rushed out of the purple bamboo forest.

At the same time, a noisy sound rushed towards him.

The sounds of weapons colliding, roaring, shouting, screams... What was presented to Feng Yun was a cruel battlefield scene. The battle was very fierce, and people were injured and died every minute.

As soon as the two sides attack and receive, the attacker is strong and the defender is weak. The attacker strives to advance and kills anyone he sees, while the defender defends with all his strength. Although forced to retreat, every inch of territory is not given up for nothing. The attacking side fought repeatedly.

The blood of the wounded and the dead was splashed on the ground randomly, staining the ground red, and was absorbed by the ground, but there was too much blood, the ground could not absorb it, and it was swimming on the ground, like strips snake.

These blood-red snakes gathered together and turned into puddles, reflecting the figures of both attackers and defenders, like the eyes of bloodthirsty demons. (To be continued.)