In the face of the many villagers who suddenly appeared, Huang Ping's first thought was to run, just kidding, he had done his best against the last four people just now, and so many enemies appeared at once, he definitely couldn't deal with it.

But when he hadn't run a few steps just now, he ran into a dozen bald villagers head-on in the field, and he didn't know when they appeared there.

They stood straight, as if they had been waiting for a long time, their eyes staring at the flat face as if they were going to eat him alive.

Huang Ping knew that in the face of the encirclement and interception of the bald people, he could no longer hold back his strength.

The determination has been made, he took a deep breath, his whole body suddenly burst out of the amazing momentum, his back suddenly stretched out the wings with a wingspan of nearly six meters, the surface of the entire body was wrapped in a layer of holy white light, just in the blink of an eye, he was suspended in mid-air, incarnated into an angel with elegance and beauty, he held the silver-white light on the surface of the holy sword, wearing a white dress with gold edges, a noble and cold aura in his gestures shocked the audience.

But the bald villagers who were flanked in front and back showed no intention of flinching, and at the urging of the rapid whistle, they waved their pickaxes and shovels, and even some of the tattooed ones had white wings on their backs, and they brandished their silver swords like locusts and pounced on the angels.

Kohei didn't have time to be surprised, because in the blink of an eye, they had already swooped down in front of them, and the blade slashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"Abominable fallen angels! Even if you dare to blaspheme God! Go back to Hell, that's where you should be! The whole body of the angel was shocked, and suddenly a wave of qi spurted away in all directions with her as the center of the circle, and the bald people who chased after him were suddenly shocked in the air, and some of the weaker ones immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the air in a dejected manner, and the white feathers were floating in the air as if it was snowing.

But there were still strong bald men who quickly stood firm, and they didn't say a word the whole time, and only when their eyes were on the angel seat, their dull eyes occasionally flashed with a glimmer of brilliance.

They pounced again, the blades in their hands suddenly more than doubled, and slashed at the angel.

The angel snorted coldly, and the holy sword suddenly bloomed with holy light, as if it wanted to cleanse all the filth of the world. When the two intersected, the moment the fake hit the original, almost all the swords in the hands of the bald people were shattered, and they were vigorously pushed back one by one, like kites with broken strings, and they fell to the ground weakly, falling to the ground in all directions.

"The pearl of rice grains also dares to shine."

The angel withdrew her sword, her white and immaculate wings slowly spreading, and her graceful figure shone in the sunlight.

Just as the angel was about to spread her wings and fly high, she heard a few bangs one after another, and a large black shadow suddenly appeared above her head, as if it was shooting from a high place.

The angel's eyes swept over the surroundings in an instant, and it became clear that while she was fighting fiercely with the winged bald man, the remaining villagers climbed high above the treetops around them, and actually cast a large impenetrable net with the help of the mechanism.

How could the angel be afraid of all acts of contempt for her, she raised her holy sword and shouted, "The brilliance of God! ”

The speed at which she rises does not decrease but rises, and in the eyes of the angels, nothing can stop her from moving forward.

However, when the holy sword came into contact with the pitch-black net, the tip of the sword slashed through the thick black net made of unknown heavy metal, and countless brilliant sparks burst out, but they could not cut through it.

The angel screamed badly, and just wanted to escape from the side, but the heavy black net had already covered his head, and suddenly pressed down the angel who was vacating in the air.

Her wings were then bound by a tight black net, and the angel lost all the momentum to rise, and fell from mid-air in an instant, falling heavily into the muddy field.

When her pure white and immaculate clothes were stained with dirty mud, Kohei could no longer maintain the form of an angel, and in an instant, the brilliance disappeared, and Kohei regained his original dress, but at this time he was firmly covered in the field by the heavy black net, and the more he moved and struggled, the tighter the black net tightened.

What Huang Ping didn't expect was that the incarnation of the once invincible angel would have a day of defeat, these villagers were not only terrifying in strength, but even their minds were so cunning, which made him fall in love with the cold.

The villagers gathered around, although they had lost nearly a dozen of their companions after the fierce battle just now, but there was no sadness or anger on their faces, they always had a rigid expressionless face, and their eyes were dull, like a marionette.

They violently scooped Huang Ping out of the field, but they did not untie the black net that was gathered together, and Huang Ping curled up in pain, as if his whole body was about to be crushed by the heavy black net.

They clumsily threw Huangping and the black net onto the flatbed, grinning in pain, but he didn't dare to scream, God knows where these guys were going to take him.

The flatbed truck kept jolting on the rugged field road, and it could be seen that the black net was quite heavy, and a total of eight people dragged it forward and backward before pulling the flatbed truck to move forward slowly.

Huang Ping finally couldn't help but ask, "Hey, where are you taking me?" ”

No one answered him, and the flatbed truck just swayed and bumped through the fields, occasionally hearing the heavy breathing of bald people.

Knowing that this was the result, Huangping sighed.

When the flatbed truck stopped shaking so much, Kohei noticed that they had left the farmland and were driving on the dirt road leading to the village.

It was supposed to be the only way for them to get in and out of the village, so it was relatively smooth, and there was some gravel, but it didn't affect the passage.

When the flatbed truck actually entered the village, Huang Ping passed through the gap in the black net, and was surprised to find that the village under the large woods was much larger than he had imagined.

The narrow dirt road was lined with small slum-like houses, one next to the other, separated by several rooms before leaving a width for a man to walk.

The village was quiet, with the wheels of the flatbed trucks rattling and the occasional stiff faces sticking out of the open windows, quietly watching the flatbed trucks pass by their windows.

But surprisingly, the flatbed truck drove through this dilapidated village for a long time, and Huang Ping was stunned not to find a woman and a child, and these people who appeared in front of him were all in the same shape, that is, bald heads, the only difference was that some of the scalps were covered with tattoos, and some were not.