"I have only one request, if you can meet me. I promised to let him go. ”

In the face of the middle-aged man's questioning, Fengyun did not beat around the bush, and it seemed very crisp.

"What requirements?"

"It's simple. You all evacuate from here. ”

"How can I trust you?"

"You can choose not to believe it. However, my time is limited and I don't want to waste it. I'll give you ten numbers to think about it, and after that, you will bear the consequences. ”

Fengyun reached out and took out a short knife from his bosom and slashed it across the neck of the Raven King's son.

"You dare to threaten me, do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man's face became even more gloomy, and his eyes shot out of anger, like a tiger being ignored by a little rabbit and getting angry.

"I really don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. I just want to know if you agree to my request. ”

Fengyun stared at the middle-aged man's eyes, waiting for his answer, in fact, it was not only him on the scene, everyone on both sides was looking at him.

Particularly nervous among these people was the warrior on the side of the Baicao tribe, without him, his answer was too important to them.

Although they withstood the onslaught of the enemy, they knew what was going on.

They're reaching their limits.

The enemy's strength is not a little stronger than theirs, if they had not had no way to retreat, gritting their teeth and holding on, they might have been defeated long ago.

If Fengyun can use the son of the Black Crow King to blackmail success and let the middle-aged man lead people to evacuate, it is definitely their dream.

"What if I don't say yes?"

The middle-aged man's words made the hearts of everyone at the scene twitch.

The faces of the warriors of the Crow Tribe began to turn ugly.

The Raven King's temper, they know it very well, if they watched his son being killed, but they didn't take any action to save him, and even because of their improper actions, which led to his death, he would never let them go.

Even though it didn't seem like they should be held accountable this time, their hearts still couldn't be put down, and the Raven King wouldn't reason with them when he was angry.

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six......"

Feng Yun did not answer the middle-aged man's question directly, but began to count directly, and when he counted to six, the knife in his hand began to move, approaching the neck of the Crow King's son.

Seeing this situation, the hearts of everyone at the scene couldn't help but prune, and they all had a premonition that the moment related to their fate was about to be decided.

“...... Five, four, three......"

When he counted to three, the blade of the short knife in Fengyun's hand had already touched the neck of the Raven King's son, and there was no intention of stopping.

“...... 2. ......"

By the time two spat out of his mouth, the blade had already cut through his skin.

The eyes of everyone on the scene were focused on the blade, and they all realized that the threat of Fengyun was definitely not just talking.

If the middle-aged man couldn't meet his demands, he would really kill the Crow King's son.

The Crow King's son widened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of pleading.

Although he couldn't move because his neck was pierced by a crossbow arrow, and he couldn't see the specific situation of the knife in Fengyun's hand, the chill and tingling pain coming from his neck told him accurately that if no one stopped Fengyun, he would hang up immediately.

Although through the mouth of the storm, he knew that his current injuries were very serious, and he might die directly if he pulled out the crossbow arrow on his neck, it did not mean that he would have given up hope of life, in fact, he cherished his life more than any other time at this time.

"Stop!"

At the last moment, the middle-aged man finally responded and called a halt.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, feeling their whole body weak, and they even had the feeling that in the few breaths that had passed, they had consumed more energy than in the fierce battle they had fought before.

It's just too thrilling.

The middle-aged man shouted out the stop, almost at the same time as the one that came out of Fengyun's mouth.

If Fengyun's reaction speed wasn't fast enough to stop the knife in time, or if his hand shook slightly, the situation would be out of control.

Everyone at the scene knew that the Fengyun knife was cut on the neck of the Black Crow King's son, which was where the big blood vessels were, and as long as his knife moved a little further, it would cut it open.

As a result, blood spurted out of his neck, and in a short period of time, he died of blood loss.

If he really died.

The scene immediately turned into a never-ending and tragic decisive battle.

If his son is dead, the Black Crow King will definitely pursue it, so in order to reduce his anger, the warriors of the Black Crow Tribe will definitely attack the Baicao Tribe frantically, and the Baicao Tribe is unlikely to surrender, so the only result is to fight to the death.

"You agreed to my request?"

Fengyun looked at the middle-aged man, but the knife in his hand did not mean to move from the neck of the Black Crow King's son, and even the blade still maintained a state of cutting into the flesh and tightly clinging to the large blood vessels.

People's eyes involuntarily focused on his sword-wielding hand, and they were all worried that it would kill the Raven King's son in a trembling manner.

The middle-aged man's gaze also stayed on Fengyun's hand for a while, but he finally moved away to look at Fengyun's eyes.

"I can grant your request. ”

Hearing him say this, everyone at the scene felt their whole bodies loosen, as if an invisible weight had been removed from their hearts.

Among them, the most obvious feeling is the warriors of the Hundreds of Grass Tribe, and some of them even have the illusion that they are about to fly.

But in the next second, everyone's hearts were lifted again.

The middle-aged man's words did not speak.

He paused slightly, then continued, "But you must also agree to one condition for me. If you don't agree to my condition, we'll split up and fight to the death. ”

"On what terms?"

Fengyun's brows furrowed, looking a little dissatisfied.

"The Seventh Prince's injuries are very serious, and everyone can see this. Therefore, it is okay for me to take someone away, but you must ensure that the Seven Prince's injuries do not continue to deteriorate and that he is treated. ”

"What do you mean?"

Fengyun seemed to realize something, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"My meaning is obvious. If you want me to take someone away, you must let Mu Qiuxia follow with you and let her take care of the Seventh Prince. ”

"Don't you think you're asking too much? Do you believe it or not, I'm going to kill your seventh prince right now?"

The expression on Fengyun's face became gloomy, and at the same time, the hand holding the short knife also showed signs of exerting force. (To be continued.) )