The sudden killing intent was caught off guard and without warning.

Ning Junxi stiffened, feeling a kind of coldness like falling into an ice cellar, and it seemed that he could only wait for death.

A large group of half-human, half-demon monsters ran here crying and screaming in his mind, and then knowing the absurd scene of him being slaughtered as soon as he came in, his heart trembled, and he suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed the dead branch, turned around and threw it out.

The person behind him was not affected in the slightest, and a cold dagger stabbed him.

The killer's moves, fast and accurate are the basics.

The dagger came in a flash.

The cold light is breathtaking.

When there is no way to avoid it, you can only retreat to the next best.

Ning Junxi turned sideways slightly, and then snorted, most of the dagger had already entered Ning Junxi's chest, but he grabbed the man's wrist, borrowed the skill of a thousand gold pendants, and pulled it suddenly.

The man's center of gravity was unstable, but it was not so easy to deal with, and when he raised his hand, a palm blasted out.

This is also a leverage, which can take the opportunity to escape.

Ning Jun did as he wished, and slapped him hard, but the strength of his right hand loosened and tightened, and he grabbed the dagger.

Yes, he's snatching a dagger.

The man was also resolute, let go directly, suddenly turned around, and walked towards the dense forest, and disappeared in the darkness for a moment.

If the blow fails, he will immediately flee.

"Cautious enough. Ning Junxi smacked his tongue and muttered, but he didn't pull out the dagger, and he didn't stop, this time he didn't swagger and left quietly.

In just a few breaths, he had seen the tip of the iceberg of the Dark Canyon.

Not to mention anything else, just the ability to conceal, he is ashamed of himself.

So, to stay where he is, he's a fool.

......

In the dim woods, occasionally the wind blows, and the usual rustling sound is now like a devil's talisman, which makes people tremble and feel that fear is going to penetrate into their bones little by little.

Ning Junxi hid among the dense branches and leaves, leaning against the trunk of the tree, breathing very lightly, but every time he breathed, his chest hurt very much.

He had already taken out the dagger, and the wound on his chest was very deep, after all, most of the dagger had been entered, but fortunately he had barely avoided the vital point, but he had to be careful not to collapse the wound.

His wound scabbed over so quickly, naturally it was entirely the credit of the little gourd, otherwise Ning Junxi would really cry.

Li Qiubai left a small gourd for Ning Jun, a little monster, but took away the hairball and his soft sword sundries.

Of course, it wasn't Ning Junxi who bit the little gourd

One bite, but the little gourd bit himself, which made Ning Junxi not dislike this little gourd at all.

The wind is slightly cool, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

The sound of rustling gradually increased.

Ning Junxi's breathing became softer and gentler.

Among the branches, the cold light bloomed out, as fast as lightning.

At the same time, another lightning-like cold light streaked through the space, striking at the cold light, creating a cloud of lightning and stone fire.

At this moment, the firelight illuminated the faces of the two of them.

Ning Junxi was opposite a young man with a covered face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but unfortunately his eyes were cold and indifferent.

The man did not run away with a single blow, but stabbed with a backhand, turning around at the same time.

Ning Junxi dodged sideways, slapped the man's shoulder with one palm, and the man blocked with the other hand, and the two exchanged dozens of moves.

Ning Junxi was only defending and did not attack, but that person was ruthless and merciless.

The clay man still has three points of fire, not to mention that Ning Junxi is not a clay man, so he was a little annoyed, and the dagger in his hand swirled, turning the defense into an attack, and using swordsmanship.

With the background of tens of thousands of books in the Void Cave Heaven and the guidance of a few demon beasts who cultivated into jade at the beginning, even a killer who has been in a hundred battles is a little stretched under Ning Junxi's swordsmanship.

When the man saw that he could not do anything, he immediately turned around and wanted to run away.

Ning Junxi was afraid that the wound would crack before, so he only defended and did not attack, but now that he was beaten out of anger, where was he allowed to go, he raised his breath slightly, ran light skills, and his body was like a light swallow, and he quickly pursued and left.

It is true that Ning Junxi's speed is very fast, and his speed as a top killer is naturally not slow, and the two can't distance themselves, but they can't help each other

The unusual sound of the wind, the slight sound of footsteps trampling on accumulated leaves, and the sound of dead branches breaking were somewhat abrupt and chaotic in the silent forest.

Ning Junxi felt a slight warmth in his chest, he frowned, but he didn't plan to give up.

This time, he's in a dead end.

"Crazy!" The man was very depressed, he didn't expect to meet such a madman as Ning Junxi, and he would chase him at the expense of causing such a big movement, if he attracted the attention of those people, both of them would have to finish the game.

He turned around and stabbed at once.

The speed of the two was already extremely fast, but now they rushed towards each other, and the distance of several zhang came in an instant, passing by.

But at the moment of rubbing shoulders, I saw that the man's left hand was flipped, and a cold light slashed towards Ning Junxi's neck at an incredible speed.

The piercing killing intent, the sharp suffocating chill, the palpitations on the verge of crisis, in an instant

And so on.

This is a nirvana, and at such a close distance, there is no way to dodge.

Because Ning Junxi subconsciously thought that everyone had a dagger, he didn't expect that this person would still have a dagger.

The cold and sharp Gangfeng had not yet arrived, and it had already scratched blood marks on Ning Junxi's neck.

In an instant, a lot of things flashed through Ning Junxi's head.

Ning Junxi clearly saw the slight curvature of the sarcastic corner of the person opposite's mouth, as well as the cold and ruthless eyes.

Every killer who can survive until now will inevitably have his own hole cards to ensure that he will be killed with one hit.

Of course, this hole card cannot be commonly used, otherwise it cannot be called a hole card.

And now, he felt that the person in front of him was dead.

After all, the law is forbidden here, so there is no absolute power to suppress it.

Because, all the people here are top killers.

Between the lightning and the fire, Ning Junxi stomped his feet lightly.

It's a boxing fight!

The last punch of the six.

Drumming.

Ning Junxi raised his hand and handed it out, but there was a rare fist.

Lift weights like light!

The fist collided with the dagger, and the man felt only a soft click in his arm.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Junxi threw another punch.

With an unbelievable trajectory and speed, deliver this punch at a faster pace.

The young man, who had no time to resist, had to raise his elbow slightly behind and block it in front of him.

Then, the tip of one of his elbows hit his chest.

The man flew upside down, slid backwards on the ground, and slammed into the trunk of a tree before stopping, his arms hanging down, and his mouth spitting blood.

Of course, although Ning Junxi is considered to be a thick accumulation of fate hanging by a thread, the situation is not very good.

A dagger stabbed a big hole in his fist, and his chest was stained red with blood, and his face was terribly pale due to excessive blood loss or pain.

When the man saw this, he turned around and ran, but because of his injury, his speed was gone.

Ning Jun regretted but was unwilling to give up.

"Can you go!" A cold voice came out, and the young man who still had strength left flickered, and suddenly blocked in front of the man.

The man was directly pressed to the ground by Ning Junxi's palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop.

It's just that in an instant, the person's body suddenly shrank, and he broke free from Ning Junxi's pincers like a loach, and stabbed at Ning Junxi's face door again.