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Village.

The night was lonely, and the fire in the center of the village was noisy and noisy, and the rest of the village was cold and quiet, and it was pitch black.

Ning Xiaoxiu lay on the roof, blending in with the night, watching the Demon Dao children in the courtyard laughing.

I don't know if they have always been like this, or if there is some great joy today, dozens of people from the Demon Dao gathered around the fire, drinking and frolicking, and a cow roasting on the fire.

A few of them were wounded, and while scolding something, they were comforted by their companions and drank wine.

Ning Xiaoxiu wanted to see the opportunity to hunt down a few demon path guys, otherwise Huiyang Academy would not be able to explain.

He had figured out the details of the village's defenses, and he also knew the patrol route of the guards. Although it seems that the guards and defenses here are very different, he is confident that it will be okay to hunt a few people and evacuate safely.

But the wounded were obviously fresh, and the roasted cattle were supposed to be ploughing cattle, and although they enslaved the villagers, they would not have done anything to kill chickens for eggs.

Well, the ploughing cattle can only be the booty that they have brought back. The ferocity and style of the Demon Dao disciples, he had long known that it was impossible for them to come back with only one cow.

He had a new plan in mind.

"Let me go...... Let go of me!"

"Don't kill me, don't ......"

The intermittent cry of a woman was heard, and everyone around the fire became excited.

Looking in the direction they were looking, Ning Xiaoxiu saw three or four people in the Demon Dao, driving a group of women in through the inner door.

The women, all dressed in rags and with their hair scattered, wept bitterly and pleaded. It's a pity that this can only cause them to laugh and scold more excitedly.

Driven away, the women were brought over and stood in a row, and the people in the demon path told them to stand up straight, not to twist and cover, and randomly stripped them of their clothes.

The women were shy and frightened, whimpering under their breath, and the only thing they could do was cover their faces with their long hair and try to cooperate.

The men laughed proudly, gathered around, pinched and touched, and each of them took one with them, and went back to their rooms with a smile.

The remaining three or four women were brought back again, and only two wounded men were left by the fire, and the two of them cursed and drank vigorously, resenting that they had been injured and cheapened the other bastards.

Ning Xiaoxiu lurked quietly.

A woman's shouts rang out in the room. He's still waiting.

The two wounded were staggering and the bottles were out of their hands.

Ning Xiaoxiu disappeared.

When reappeared, stood behind the wounded.

The reflection of the long knife made the two turn their heads back, but what awaited them was a swift slash.

The two of them were still sitting there, facing each other, their heads pressed together as if they were drunk. It's just not breathing.

Ning Xiaoxiu was like a quiet grim reaper, gently opened the door of the house, and flashed into the house.

A moment later he came out again, silently into another room.

Several times, blood dripping from his knife, whispered out the last door, and the woman inside was panting and muffled.

Ning Xiaoxiu raised his hand and gently pushed the door.

Click!

A spear broke through the door, like a vicious tiger, and slammed into his façade.

It's been discovered!

He hurriedly retreated, the long knife met the enemy, the clanging sound of weapons intersecting was as dense as a torrential rain, the people inside were full of spiritual power, skilled in magic, and the spear dragon and tiger leaped with extraordinary power, tightly pressed, and did not give him a chance to breathe when he took the first opportunity, and attacked continuously, and the powerful spiritual power was overwhelming.

In an instant, the two arrived in the courtyard one after the other, and the fight continued.

The man glanced around, and when he saw that there was no movement in the other rooms, he immediately urged all his spiritual power to pour up.

Ning Xiaoxiu gradually felt overwhelmed, and the wound on his chest was also cracked, the opponent's strength was above him, and he was flexible in dealing with it after a hundred battles.

"Why don't you call your companion to help?"

Ning Xiaoxiu wanted to disturb him and sneered.

The man snorted coldly: "Those fools, it's not a pity to die." You're going to die at my hands!"

Ning Xiaoxiu saw that it didn't work, so he violently urged his spiritual power to attack violently, and took the opportunity to jump over the fire, the long knife flew in the wind, and he wrote wild grass.

"It's just a wild grass to show off, huh!"

The man laughed contemptuously, and was not in a hurry to attack, until Ning Xiaoxiu's font gathered in large numbers and poured into the nest, he let out a loud shout, raised his hand and threw the two spears into the air.

Crash!

The light flashed in the air, and the two spears were like two evil dragons, twisting and intertwining in the air, entraining infinite power, and thunder came.

The font that came in mid-air was shattered by the force before it could encounter the spear.

However, Ning Xiaoxiu rushed towards him!

There is no magic, no moves, it is just a person rushing towards it with a knife.

The only thing that intimidated him was his quiet, glowing eyes.

"Look for death!"

The man sneered, and the spear turned into a dragon roaring......

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Three things happened at the same time.

The spiritual power on the spear suddenly disappeared, and the spear pierced Ning Xiaoxiu's left shoulder.

Ning Xiaoxiu spurted out a mouthful of blood, held on without falling, and staggered back seven or eight steps before stabilizing his figure.

The man stared at him with wide eyes, hunched over, his chest and abdomen sunken in, and his clothes torn behind his back.

These three things happened at the same time in an instant, so that Ning Xiaoxiu was not sure whether the other party was dead or not, and the man didn't believe that he could be tricked at all, thinking that it was an illusion just now.

Just now, when he was urging his spiritual power with all his might, the grass words that had been broken by the spear still came, he thought those words were insignificant, and suddenly among those words, seven golden characters flashed out of the words, "benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, faith, life and death", and hit him hard in the chest.

"Seven Saints...... Book of Seven Killings...... Books?"

Blood spilled from the man's mouth, and his leg fell to the ground with a limp.

Ning Xiaoxiu couldn't help but sit on the ground, hurriedly touched a condensation pill suit, barely stopped the injury, tore the man's clothes and bandaged it briefly, and carried a knife into the house.

The woman curled up in the corner of the bed, covering herself in a panic.

Ning Xiaoxiu found a few pieces of clothes and threw them to her: "Hurry up, they will find out soon." ”

When he walked to the door, he turned back and said, "I'll go and lead them away, and you will take the women from the other rooms with you when you go." ”

When he left, the woman quickly put on her clothes, rushed out of the door, and saw that the people in the demon path were dead, and there was no one around, so she couldn't take care of others, so she ran out of the door in a panic.

Ning Xiaoxiu avoided a few guards and quietly sneaked into a large house.

He had seen the house several times on the roof, and the other women were locked inside.

Sure enough, when he entered the room, he saw a room full of women.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you to go out!"

Ning Xiaoxiu cut the chain and beckoned them to flee from the door quickly, only three women ran out, and the others looked at him suspiciously and hid farther away.

It didn't matter if they wanted to or not, Ning Xiaoxiu came inside, drove them all out, and let them escape from the door.

"Oh no, they ran out!"

There was a shout in the village, and the whole village boiled. Everywhere there were shouts, the frightened voices of women.

Ning Xiaoxiu took the opportunity to set fire to four or five houses and haystacks, and in the blazing firelight, he stood on the roof, waiting for the people in the demon path to rush and see his face clearly, before jumping on the magic weapon and leaving in an instant.