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Ning Xiaoxiu grinned and crawled up, blood oozing from the wound on his lower back.

He just pretended to be dead just now, betting that the woman heard the whistle and thought it was a warning, and if she was in a hurry to join the battle, she would not investigate it carefully, and if the woman was not in a hurry and probed him to snort, she would definitely make up for him again.

Holding his waist, he touched a blood-fixing pill and chewed it, and saw that the woman's throat was rotten and she was already dead. got up and took the woman's spiritual weapon and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag, and took the white wolf carefully to the edge of the tent.

There were a lot of corpses in the clearing, and half of the jade legs were exposed in the grass, which should be a disciple of Taohuawu.

This half of the battle moved to the woods outside the camp, where the fighting was still fierce.

Ning Xiaoxiu was also worried about the situation in the Yang Academy camp, so he took the white wolf and quietly crossed the camp.

Among the corpses of the Demon Dao, the most dead were the disciples of the Blood River Palace, and the least were the disciples of the Joy Buddha, which shows that the disciples of the Joy Buddha combined the power of the two of them, and it was really powerful.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his foot, startling Ning Xiaoxiu.

Looking back, a disciple of the immovable building had a bloody face, gasping for breath, and fainted.

Ning Xiaoxiu probed his nose, the person still had breath, but one leg was broken from below the knee, and the wound was blurred with flesh and blood, so he tore the clothes of a disciple of the Blood River Hall and bandaged him.

"Xiaobai, you stay and watch him, I'll go over there!"

The white wolf squatted beside him and guarded, and Ning Xiaoxiu got up and ran to the opposite camp.

In the open space between the two camps, more corpses belonged to Yang Academy, and many people were killed with one palm.

Could it be that the master judged by Qu Nishang is here?

Ning Xiaoxiu was worried in his heart, and ran quickly to the camp, but he suddenly stopped his steps and squatted in the grass.

There are demonic disciples on guard.

Could it be that the camp has fallen?

He quietly got up and peeked, and saw that it was the disciple of the Blood River Hall who was on guard, his eyes were tired, and he was wounded, it could be seen that there was no less vicious fight just now, and in the camp not far away, the sound of fighting still came sporadically from time to time.

It looks like there's still people fighting, and we'll have to find a way to get in.

After thinking about it, he turned around and quietly ran to the back of the camp, and seeing that there was no demon way to guard it, he got in from behind the tent and looked out against the curtain.

Outside, the enemy and me are facing off, and it is obvious that Yang Academy is losing the upper hand.

Ou Lianggong seemed to be injured, standing at the front, beside Cheng Lan, behind him were four or five disciples who were still able to fight, and behind them were five or six seriously injured Yang Academy disciples, although each of them gritted their teeth, they had lost their ability to fight.

There was a person standing opposite, who was blocked by the people of Yang Academy and could not see clearly, the light was dim, and there seemed to be a large group of people standing behind that person, surrounding the people of Yang Academy.

"Old man Ou, surrender, for the sake of your reputation, don't embarrass your disciple. ”

The man spoke lightly, clearly in control of the situation.

Ou Lianggong sneered: "My Yang Academy has produced down-and-out scholars and prodigal literati, but there have never been people who surrendered!"

Ning Xiaoxiu took out the Qiankun bag and rummaged through the pills. Although he had refined a lot of pills when he was in the forest, he had been using them for the past few days, and he had never refined them again, and he didn't know how many were left.

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, I barely found twelve pills for treating internal injuries, a lot of medicines for external injuries, and a concentrating and qi pill.

It was an elixir that he had inadvertently refined with high-grade materials, and he had been collecting it as a treasure after eating the elixir that could increase the speed of gathering qi and increase the damage of spells in a short period of time.

Forget it, at the moment of crisis, I can't manage so much.

Ning Xiaoxiu quietly climbed out of the tent and touched the shoulder of the nearest Yang Academy disciple.

The disciple was startled, he hurriedly signaled to be quiet, not to attract the attention of the enemy, and quietly gave him all the pills for internal injuries, and motioned for him to pass them on to everyone, one for each person.

The disciple was still stunned at first, but after understanding what he meant, his eyes were grateful, and he took the medicine one by one, and quietly ate it.

Ning Xiaoxiu handed over the condensing qi pill and motioned to pass it to Ou Lianggong.

The Condensing Qi Pill was passed to the standing disciple one by one, and the disciple stepped forward to support Ou Lianggong, took the opportunity to stuff the pill in his hand, and said, "Master, take a rest, leave it to us here!"

The people in the demon path on the other side laughed, there were men and women.

Ou Lianggong raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, took the pill unconsciously, and waved his hand: "Stand down, Ou Lianggong has not yet comprehended the methods of the famous Yin Yang King Zongzheng and Yue, how dare he retreat!"

Ning Xiaoxiu saw that he had taken the pill, which should allow him to hold out for a while, but if he wanted to change the situation, he was afraid that it would not work, and he had to think of a way.

Quietly retreated into the tent under the cover of night, crawled out from behind, and ran towards the camp of Zifengmen, where the white wolf was still guarding, and when he saw him coming, he stood up.

"Come here!"

Ning Xiaoxiu tore off the clothes of several Demon Dao disciples, tore them into pieces, found the oil lamp in the tent, poured the lamp oil on it, rolled it up, and put it on the white wolf.

He collected a few more oil lamps, rolled them up in his clothes, brought a fire fold, and ran with the white wolf to the back of the camp of Yang Academy.

Touching the white wolf's head, Ning Xiaoxiu said in a low voice: "It's up to you this time, when you see the tent, you will light it, and finally throw the fire on the demon demon, understand? Run quickly, don't get hurt." ”

As he spoke, he lit the shirt that the white wolf was wearing, "Let's go!"

The white wolf rushed out with a body full of flames.

Ning Xiaoxiu waited with the fire fold, and when he heard the people in the demon path in the camp crying out that the fire was on fire, he lit the clothes in his hand and threw it in.

Boom! Boom!

There were several explosions, the oil lamps burst, and the cloth carrying the lamp oil set the tent on fire, and the fire broke out in all directions.

Ning Xiaoxiu got into the camp tent, came out of the tent door, and pulled the disciples of Yang Academy: "Quick, go from this side!"

The disciples took the medicine, temporarily suppressed the injury, and said, "Take the master to go first, our palace is behind!"

There were fires everywhere, the light was sufficient, Ning Xiaoxiu saw that there were twenty or thirty people in the demon path opposite, and more than half of them had already begun to extinguish the fire, and the white wolf had already withdrawn and retreated, and it would be too late if he didn't leave.

Zong Zheng and Yue Ji smiled, and in the laughter, there were two gendered voices, and the voices of men and women made two genders, and said: "No one wants to leave today, this kind of carving insect skill is also used to sacrifice ugliness, Ou Lianggong, die!"

Before the words fell, a bronze mirror in his hand suddenly became larger, and when the air shone obliquely, the light enveloped everyone in Yang Academy, and a dazzling light covered it, and everyone immediately felt dizzy and nauseous, unsteady on their feet, and their qi and blood were floating.

Ning Xiaoxiu cultivated to the lowest, spurting out a mouthful of blood, unable to stand, and sat on the ground.

The bronze mirror flipped over, and the dazzling light suddenly turned into a black mist, squeak, and a group of things flew out of the black mist, surging towards everyone like a wave.

"Blood Bat!"

Ou Lianggong was surprised, his face was solemn, and he pushed Cheng Lan: "Take everyone away!"

The golden pen in his hand was thrown into the air, and his true power was condensed, and the golden pen flew in the air, drawing a golden bell, which suddenly grew larger and fell to cover everyone.

The blood bat crashed into the golden bell, shattering into a cloud of black mist and dissipating one after another.

"It turned out to be the Feihong Golden Bell Painting, this technique was used by Ying Fan back then, but it was a hundred times stronger than you, and now the disciples of Yang Academy, have their abilities fallen to such a bad level? Hmph!"

Zong Zheng and Yue waved their big hands, and those smashed blood bats turned into black gas and inlaid on the golden bell, and in a moment, the lower part of the golden bell was completely imprisoned by the black qi, and the black qi quickly spread to the top.

Everyone was protected by Admiralty, and this made them feel much better.

Ning Xiaoxiu looked at it blankly, and said in his heart, when will I be able to cultivate such a powerful technique.

Rumble!

The Admiralty shattered, and Ou Lianggong spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The blood bat squeaked and screamed happily, and the hula drowned out the crowd.

Ning Xiaoxiu only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and fainted.