The night is like a curtain, the hustle and bustle is over, and the wind is even more quiet. The clouds move with the wind, and the moon shadow is sufficient. The moonlight shines through the leaves, dappling the ground.

"Rustling" is the sound of the leaves shaking, but if there is a master at this time, you will find that there are some extremely slight footsteps in between. But if you look up, you can only see that there are still only trees and shadows in front of you.

"Stop. Suddenly, a cold voice sounded. The woods in the middle of the night were very quiet, but the sound was not abrupt at all, but seemed to exist in the night wind. The voice fell, and several figures slowly separated from the shadows like ghosts. These people were all dressed in black, and even their heads were tightly wrapped, revealing only a pair of black hole-like eyes.

No one asked why, just looked at the same place, where there was a faint yellow light.

One of the men in black looked at the other man in black, and the one who was looked at only nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the darkness again, silently. The one who looked at the people just now seemed to be the leader of the group, and after he made a personal gesture, the rest of the people in black also dissolved into the vast night.

The night is very quiet, but the more silence there is, the easier it is to break it. Like a muffled grunt that wasn't too loud.

The shadows where the gang had disappeared writhed rapidly.

In the yellow light, there was a flickering fire, and in front of the fire sat a man, cloaked in a mantle, wrapped in the fur of an unknown animal, staring motionlessly at the flames that were swaying in the wind. If it weren't for the slight undulations of his body from time to time, it would really look like a mummy.

It was eerily quiet, there was no insect chirping, not even the sound of the wind, except for the "crackling" sound of the wood burning from time to time, there was really no sound, as if this dim fire was covered by another space.

At the limit of what the firelight could reach, a man in black stood in the shadows, leaning motionless against the tree behind him. When you get closer, you will see that this person is not actually standing against a tree, but has been nailed to death in the tree behind him with a most ordinary twig through his throat!

This person is the man in black who was just assigned to check on the situation!

The shadow on the side of the corpse fluctuated as if hallucinatory, and then looked at it again but there was nothing.

In the shadow of the tree under the moon, ten meters away from the corpse, it seemed to others to be indistinguishable from the environment next to it, and the black-clothed people were hiding in it, whispering in the silence.

"Three-Zero-Seven is dead. It was still the voice of the leader of the men in black, cold and emotionless, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter. Still like last time no one responded. However, the owner of this voice didn't need to respond, but said lightly: "Whoever commits me to kill the group will be repaid tenfold." ”

After saying that, the shadow at that place fluctuated like a phantom.

The flames were still beating steadily, and the light and shadow shone on the man's dirty face, and he was actually set off with a hint of hideousness.

He moved. A twig, probably used to poke firewood, has appeared in the hand at some point. His eyes never left the fire, but he flicked it so gently and softly, casually throwing it to the side like garbage.

The branches looked inconspicuous, but to some they were deadly blades, for the corpse had already said it all.

However, they were still wrong. This branch is not a deadly blade, but a summoning order from Hades!

Others couldn't feel it, but the man in black who was flying in front of the branches clearly felt a kind of fear from the bone marrow.

There was a sword qi coming from the branch, a sword qi that was extremely sharp, pure, and did not have any attributes, shooting straight towards his throat, and at the moment when the branch had just taken off his hand, he even felt that the skin on his throat had been cut by something. Almost subconsciously wanted to dodge. However, it was too late, and he had completely lost control of his body.

"Poof. With a muffled sound, the branches sank into the trunk, the space in front of the trunk distorted, and a stream of blood hung down, and then the figure appeared, and the only pair of eyes that appeared were filled with frozen, lifeless disbelief.

The man was still staring at the flames in front of him like a statue, as if he wanted to see the origin of the world in the flames.

Suddenly, a burst of light and shadow flickered, and more than a dozen black-clothed people suddenly appeared around him, forming an encirclement centered on him. The encirclement only appeared for a moment, and then it contracted sharply inward.

Yes, they don't make any pauses and just get their hands dirty. Kill the group and kill people, never need to talk nonsense!

On the way to the rapid approach, some of the men in black stratagged out of the line and jumped into the air, sealing the space in all directions. When they were only three steps away from the man, the daggers of the men in black erupted with an astonishing murderous aura.

This is the power of the killing group! Everyone can control the murderous energy freely, tighten it when it is close, and then explode at the moment of attack, so that the effect can be 150 percent.

But what is even more terrifying is that they are an organization, a strict organization, rarely fight alone, pay attention to teamwork and cooperation when fighting, because what they want to do is to kill people, and using the simplest and most effective means to achieve the goal is what they are pursuing. Only some of the more specific tasks will be assigned to be carried out individually. Of course, those who can go out on a separate mission are all elites who kill the group.

But that's only relative. None of these killers present were mediocre hands, and the murderous aura that erupted instantly engulfed the middle, like countless maggots attached to the bones firmly locking the person's breath.

The man finally moved again. However, he didn't jump high to dodge the attack as the killers expected, and he didn't even make any defensive or offensive gestures. He just stood up silently, raised the branch in his hand high, and then waved it down lightly in front of him.

"Boom!" a loud bang sounded in the silent night, but it seemed a little lonely.

The flames flickered, still in that lifeless pupil. The lonely figure stood like a tree in the woods. The murderous aura that originally wanted to devour him alive like a hungry beast had dissipated to the point that only wisps remained. To his left and right, behind him, five or six feet away, there were those black-clothed people lying horizontally and vertically, motionless, obviously unable to live. The more terrifying scene is still ahead, it is the bright red of one place, and the minced meat of one place......

"Ahhhh......h Hell!" The voice of the leader of the man in black sounded again, but it was completely devoid of the calmness and composure just now, and there was only a fear imprinted in the brain. And he seems to have completely forgotten who he is, and after subconsciously crushing the jade pendant in his hand, he didn't even use any exercises, just ran out like crazy with a pair of meat legs.

The man didn't say anything about this, and even the corner of his eye never stayed on the leader of the men in black. He slowly lowered his hand, staggered a little step forward, and finally crouched down in front of the fire. There were corpses on the side, blood and nose, but his world seemed to be only this fire in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt something, and the branch was thrown sideways in one direction, and at the same time jumped away in the opposite direction.

"Boom!" a black light shot out, and the branches of the tree made contact with it in the air, instantly turning into powder. The black light struck at the place where he was squatting without stopping, and a small hole suddenly appeared in the ground, a deep, deep hole.

The man looked up, and there was finally a hint of emotion in his eyes—vigilance.

An old man dressed in gray and white cloth appeared at some point, and was pointing a finger to the place where the man was squatting. His gray hair was casually scattered, his beard was gray, his contours were as if he had been cut with a knife and axe, and the wrinkles on his face could not hide a pair of eyes as sharp as eagles.

"Young man, it's really a bit of a pound. The old man sneered and said, "Look at how you resist my next move." ”

Before he could finish speaking, another beam of the same pitch-black light shot out from his fingertips. But the difference is that this time the man can no longer dodge, the space around him has been sealed, as if there is an invisible cage that encloses him to death, and there is no way to avoid it.

However, the old man still miscalculated. The man had no intention of dodging at all. He stretched out his right hand, his index finger and middle finger together, turned his two fingers into a sword, and put his left hand on his right wrist, and in an instant, a milky white beam of light shot out from the finger of the sword, and hit the black beam that demanded his life.

There was no loud noise, no gunsmoke, more than anyone could imagine, and the two beams of light were fleeting, and they both disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

There was an eerie silence.

This old man's heart was in turmoil! Who is he? He is the second elder of the killing group! He believes that there will definitely not be more than ten characters who can be compared with him today, and if it were not for the particularity of the killing group, which prevents him from being exposed to the sun, he would definitely have his own place in the "Heroic Spectrum" of "Tianxia Lu"! However, the young man in front of him was able to break one of his famous stunts -- the "Finger of Silence" -- by force. Although he didn't use all his strength, this was something that had never happened. And looking at the appearance of this person, although he can't see the specific appearance, it can also be seen that he will not be more than thirty years old at most. I've been cultivating for more than two hundred years!

The old man slowly lowered his hand and said, "Young man, tell me your name." "If there is someone who kills the group at this time, you will know that this legendary ancestor is going to move the real thing, and the object of this sentence, so far, no one is alive.

The man seemed to have been touched by some switch, and the nerves and momentum of the whole person were quickly discharged. A trace of doubt and a hint of hidden pain flashed in his empty eyes. His hand drooped, and his gaze fell again to the still dancing flame, "I...... I don't know ......."

"What?" the old man was slightly stunned, but the look in his eyes made him choose to believe it. But that doesn't mean that person can just be fine.

"Then why did you kill them?" the old man asked, casually pointing to the corpse of a man in black.

"They were murderous and made me feel dangerous. ”

The answer is simple, because it's true. The real thing is often so simple that only a lie can be complicated, and a lie will need a series of lies to cover up.

The man said it without emotion, but it only emphasized the truth of the words. He is like a beast that attacks when he senses danger, which is an instinct, an instinct to survive.

The old man stared at him for a long time, and finally seemed to have made a decision, took a deep breath, dispersed the murderous aura all over his body, and said calmly: "Young man, come with me, I will let you know who you are." ”

The man lifted his gaze and met it. Finally, he nodded blankly.