In the dark dense forest, the slight sound was still endless, getting louder and louder, from all directions.

The icy wind blew through the wound through the clothes, revealing a bone-chilling feeling.

Ning Junxi pinched the two plum nails, his brows furrowed.

I didn't expect this situation to be the first time I came in, this God treated him too kindly, no, he should stay where he was.

He crushed the ground with the tip of his toes, making a slight sound of dead leaves shattering, and looked around vigilantly.

Very calm and calm.

The slight discomfort in his body reminded him that he didn't have much time left, but he knew better that there was only one way to die in the chaos of his own life.

There was still no human figure around, only a slight sound, which seemed to be everywhere, and the entire dense forest seemed to be shrouded in a palpitating haze.

"It's better to sit back and wait for the death than to strike first. Ning Jun felt helpless in his heart, and exhaled softly.

As he exhaled that breath, his temperament changed.

It was a kind of mediocre but unremarkable fist intent that people couldn't help but look at twice.

He took a quick step towards a big tree in front of him, and handed out a punch.

The tree in front of him only shook slightly, but the sound of crackling branches was heard everywhere in a radius of several feet around the tree.

This is Qi Shi's punch intent when he was in Cuiwu Mountain, and it was mediocre at that time only because he really managed to retract and release freely, and it was natural, so Xining would be ashamed of himself, and he would say that Ning Jun was stupid.

Ning Junxi couldn't do what Qi Shi did, so he made a lot of noise.

In the chaos, a cold wind blew, rolling up the dead leaves and flying sand.

Flying sand and stones, the cold light flashed.

Ning Junxi rushed forward quickly, did not dodge or dodge, the dagger in his hand rotated flexibly, and he also assassinated.

At this moment, Ning Junxi saw countless shadows stabbing towards him together, as if they were illusions and realities.

"Illusion!" Ning Jun frowned, but he didn't stop at all.

There was a crisp sound, and the real daggers struck each other, and the two of them exchanged several moves in an instant, and the man fled in an instant.

Ning Junxi's expression was cold, and his figure flickered.

He's not a killer, and he doesn't like the routine of running away with one hit, so since he's out, don't think about going back.

It's just that there is more than one person who hunted Ning Junxi.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a brilliant sword light pierced the darkness

Ning Junxi's body slammed suddenly, and the sword light missed, but it instantly deflected direction, and his speed did not decrease at all.

Ning Jun's eyes condensed slightly, and he knew that he couldn't dodge, so he didn't dodge or dodge.

The long sword arrived in an instant, and the space was unsurprisingly filled with the sound of a long sword entering flesh.

The next moment, a bloody arrow shot out, caught off guard.

It's just that it's not Ning Junxi, it's Ning Junxi's petite figure opposite.

When a sword came, Ning Junxi made a plan to lose both, but the sword was not as fast as the dagger.

So, the person on the other side died.

For a brief moment, the results were revealed.

It's just that the people around him won't be a little stunned or hesitant, the person before went and returned, and countless phantoms attacked and killed.

In the midst of these phantoms, a faint brilliance bloomed out, stabbing towards Ning Junxi's throat.

Ning Junxi burst back in an instant, and the turquoise dagger continued to expand in his pupils.

Then, he stopped suddenly, jumped up in an instant, and somersaulted in an instant.

Behind him, several plum nails shot at the person with the turquoise dagger, the man's face remained unchanged, his footsteps moved, the dagger in his hand was as flexible as an arm, and a few crisp sounds between the flips of his wrist knocked all the plum nails that had not been dodged off.

Someone on the canopy of the tree fell straight down, and the cold light in his hand was dazzling, and he approached Ning Junxi's face.

In mid-air, Ning Junxi could neither fight back nor dodge, so he could only punch the tip of the dagger, and happened to kick the man in the chest with his strength.

Just reluctantly fought back, naturally there was no strength, the man landed, and quickly rushed forward, and the cold light swept through.

Ning Junxi jumped out horizontally, staggered a little when he landed, and before he could take a breath, three daggers attacked and killed in an instant, and quickly slid back.

Even if he was seriously injured, Ning Junxi's speed was still fast, and his steps were not flustered at all.

But the killer is faster.

The three-handled dagger approached and enlarged in Ning Junxi's pupils.

Ning Junxi leaned back suddenly, and suddenly rushed forward against the ground.

The three of them jumped almost simultaneously and somersaulted, landing without pause, and making ruthless moves.

The four of them fought in an instant, and between the moves, they were only a fraction of a millimeter away from the target, and in the blink of an eye, they made more than ten moves, but they did not find the slightest flaw in the other party.

The large loss of blood made Ning Junxi feel cold all over, his vision was a little blurred, he stomped his foot suddenly, and his body rose from the ground.

The three of them followed closely and did not fall behind.

Several times on the tree, the young man who no longer kept his vision clear jumped off the tree and felt very cold.

The three of them followed closely and slaughtered in unison.

Ning Junxi retreated again.

Faced with a crisis on the line of life and death, he felt powerless this time.

He underestimated these people who hunted him, or overestimated himself, and he was wrong from the first step, and he should have planned and acted later.

Of course, no matter how annoyed he was, the truth would never turn into a nightmare, and waking up from a dream would only scare him into a cold sweat.

But is he really going to die like this?

He gave up so many things and died so easily?

He was not reconciled!

Ning Junxi's eyes flashed with absolute surprise, and he paused suddenly.

Hunting?

Then don't even want to live.

The three figures were in front of him in an instant.

Darkness obscures subtle fluctuations in space.

When Ning Junxi decided to pull the three of them into the spatial turbulence together to die together, a soft sound of snorting sounded before the dagger stabbed Ning Junxi's body.

The two figures didn't know when they came first, stabbing at the two figures that were approaching Ning Junxi.

The rest of the man had no change in countenance, turned his dagger around, and assassinated him.

The three of them fought in an instant, and a few breaths disappeared.

The young man who was lucky not to die was stunned in place, completely unaware that he would come back with a life like this.

Gradually, Ning Junxi reacted, hunting him should be one of the eleven organizations, and as for the two descendants, it should be a scattered killer.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, the so-called praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, isn't this the case.

"When they come back, they're going to kill me. Ning Junxi shook his groggy head, thought about the road he had traveled before, and just wanted to turn around and leave, when a sharp pain suddenly occurred in his heart, and he curled up to the ground in pain.

The severe pain did not stop, but became heavier and heavier, as if the heart was twisted, wave after wave, and the pain made Ning Jun feel cold sweat.

He naturally knew that it was the poison on the plum nail, but he didn't even have a single herb in his hand, not to mention that he didn't even know what poison was, how to crack it?

He curled up in a ball, and heard the familiar sound of his heartbeat, thumping like thunder, louder and louder.

He heard another rustling sound in the woods, and a figure emerged from the dense forest, slowly approaching, but his vision became more and more blurred, and gradually became dark.