After leaving the tunnel, Wang Xuanju and Wang Quan and other clan elders, as well as two other middle-aged men who could not cultivate, discussed and prepared to divide the people into three teams and flee to three different enemies, so as not to have any back-up actions from the enemy and prevent the whole village from being wiped out.

It's just that I'm really afraid of something, Wang Hangju and the others just finished discussing, and Xiao Hei, who was squatting on the side and doing nothing, tensed his body and looked sideways at the southwest.

"Yes ... Enemy... Xiao Hei stood up, said three words slowly, and then pointed to the tunnel they had just climbed out of and said, "Come in... Go... I got it.. Obstruct. ”

Wang Hangju's face changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Hei, do you know how many people there are, and where did they come from?"

Xiao Hei pointed to the southwest, then tilted his head and thought about it, and stretched out a pair of hands in front of Wang Hangju.

"Ten people?" Wang Xuanju breathed a sigh of relief, he had seen Xiao Hei's skills, and ten enemies should not be Xiao Hei's opponents.

"Blackie, let's go in first and find another exit. I'll leave you a marker, and when the time comes, you can catch up with us along the marker. You have to be careful yourself. After Wang Hangju hurriedly finished explaining, he took the villagers of Wangjia Village into the tunnel.

If he was the only one there, even if he didn't know how to use force, he would definitely stay and fight side by side with Xiao Hei, but Wang Wu entrusted all the villagers to him, and he could only retreat with a cheeky face.

Xiao Hei looked at the enemy looming in the distance, and his yellow eyes gradually turned cold, revealing a bloodthirsty light like a beast.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Hei turned and walked into the tunnel, leaving only a corpse slowly losing its temperature.

When Xiao Hei drilled out of another exit along the mark left by Wang Hangju, he found that Wang Hangju's people were surrounded by more than a dozen enemies.

These enemies did not rush to kill the villagers, but roamed around the villagers like cats and mice, constantly attacking and leaving wounds on the bodies of Wang Hangju and several other men who were protecting the villagers, but did not kill them.

Looking at the scarred Wang Hanging Pot and the trembling villagers hugging each other, Xiao Hei's eyes erupted with terrifying murderous intent.

The two Wang Dao brothers hid in the crowd and hugged each other, without the slightest demeanor of a celestial master, but Wang Rou seemed more calm than them, and kept speaking out to comfort them.

This is not surprising, although the two Wang Dao brothers are heavenly beings, but their minds are only five or six-year-old children, and the people of Wangjia Village only raise them like flowers in a greenhouse, just ask them not to be too naughty.

Although sneaking out of the village on weekdays will make a big fuss with the many masters who chased them out of the village, and then be caught back by the people of Wangjia Village, but in their eyes, it is more like a game.

What's more, when they were children, they had seen Cao Jun surround their village and kill them wantonly, although it had been a long time, but they deeply remembered the expressions on the faces of Cao Jun's soldiers, and the enemy in front of them at this time was the same with cold killing intent.

Therefore, the two Wang Dao brothers also shrank in the crowd and hugged each other, not even daring to raise their heads, let alone attack the enemy.

As Xiao Hei's murderous intent flourished, more than a dozen enemies finally got serious and put away their playfulness.

The two enemies rushed towards Blackie, and the remaining enemies did not spare their hands and swung their weapons to slash at the villagers.

For Wang Hangju, these enemies can't resist and can humiliate them wantonly, but in Xiao Hei's opinion, they are just a bunch of miscellaneous pieces that have just condensed into liquid.

During the period when Zhang An created the essence of vitality, Xiao Hei was persuaded by Wang Wu and others, so he did not go in to find Zhang An, but he was not idle.

Although for some reason, Xiao Hei was unable to practice qi, but with that pure vitality, Xiao Hei also improved his physical strength.

Xiao Hei's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Several daggers flew out of the way, knocking down the weapons of the enemies who had slashed at the villagers.

At the same time, a figure flashed between the two enemies who were rushing towards Blackie.

The two enemies stopped, a line of blood slowly emerging from their throats.

The line of blood quickly spread, then opened, turning into a terrifying wound, and the enemy covered the wound that was constantly spurting blood, fell, and died.

While the two enemies fell, Blackie killed all the enemies who had been knocked out of their weapons.

Xiao Hei had just shown his figure, stopped, pushed away the Wang Hanging Pot that was facing him, and turned his head suddenly.

A figure in the distance flickered away.

"Bang!" Xiao Hei was slapped hard in the chest, and with the continuous sound of fractures, Xiao Hei flew out far away, fell to the ground hard, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

An elegant middle-aged man in a scribe's uniform appeared in the field, and glanced at Xiao Hei who was trying to get up with a little surprise, as if he was a little surprised that Xiao Hei was not killed by his own palm.

But before Xiao Hei could get up, the middle-aged man slapped Xiao Hei with a palm.

Xiao Hei was like being struck by lightning, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the bones in his body made a crisp sound, and he fell softly, lying on the ground and breathing.

"Not dead yet?" the middle-aged man muttered to himself, not paying attention to Xiao Hei, but looking at the people in Wangjia Village.

The middle-aged man looked at the people in Wangjia Village and shook his head and said, "I have come here thousands of miles away, and you have not paid a big salute to me, which is very rude, and should be punished with capital punishment." ”

After saying this, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to a child who was held in his mother's arms, and a strong suction force exploded, pulling the child out of his mother's arms and holding it in his hand.

The middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, "Do you know what courtesy is?"

"The people of the mountains and wilderness, if you collide with the nobles, please let the ignorant children go. The king said earnestly, "If there is a punishment, I will bear it." ”

"Kneel, kowtow. ”

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Wang Hangju knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

Just when Wang Hangju kowtowed, the middle-aged man said, "Although you worship me, there is no respect in your heart, only resentment, and insincerity." ”

Wang Hangju looked up in amazement, but just saw the middle-aged man twisting off the child's head in his hand.

Seeing this, the child's mother immediately screamed and fainted.

"Quack. The middle-aged man frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves, and a wave of energy rushed into the fainting mother, blasting her into flesh and blood.

Looking at the villagers with hatred in their eyes, the middle-aged man sighed and said, "Everywhere you look, there are ants that are not educated, and I have to kill the killer and return the world to a clear place." ”

The middle-aged man said bullshit in his mouth, but the look in his eyes was very serious.

It's like he thinks that everything he does is righteous, noble, and should be worshipped by the world.

I am a master of heaven and man, and I am full of wealth, and I have come to this poor and remote place to do the things of education, but you people who have refused my education, I can only not hesitate to be stained by the dirty blood of you ants, and I will also erase you lowly and lowly people for this world, and I am destined to only look up to my own lowly species.

If the mental activity of middle-aged people could be described in words, this would probably be the case.

The middle-aged man looked at the villagers who were full of grief and anger, and the momentum of the sea of power erupted from him, pressing on the villagers.

He took a step forward.

"Bang!" a villager burst open, turning into bloody mud.

The middle-aged man walked slowly towards the villagers without stopping.

With every step he took, one of the villagers died.

When he walked to Wang Hangju, who was kneeling on the ground in a daze, he stopped, and Wen Yan asked, "Do you know what education is?"

Wang Hangju raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man deadly.

"It is my sin to be unhealthy in indoctrination. Looking at Wang Hangju's eyes full of hatred, the middle-aged man sighed for a long time.

Then the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand and stroked the top of Wang Hangju's head without a trace of fireworks.

If you only look at the elegant movements of middle-aged people and their elegant temperament, there is a bit of fairy spirit of "immortals touch my top, and my hair is immortalized".

Wang Rou looked at this scene tremblingly, and wanted to rush out, but was tightly grasped by two big hands, one left and one right.

Just as the middle-aged man's right hand was about to touch the top of Wang Hangju's head, his movements stopped.

Because just now he suddenly had a sense of crisis in his heart, and his intuition told him that if his palm touched the middle-aged man in front of him, he would die.

"Interesting, interesting. The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and looked at the villagers, trying to find out where the threat was coming from.

After he glanced around, he didn't find anything, but the sense of crisis in his heart became heavier and heavier.

He looked around the villagers again, but still didn't notice anything strange.

The middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head, feeling that the older he was in the rivers and lakes, the less timid he was, and what danger could a group of villagers have to himself?

Could it be that among this group of ants, there are still masters of heaven and man?

What a joke.

Just when he ignored the sense of crisis and stretched out his hand again to press the top of Wang Hangju's head, he didn't notice that the two Wang Dao brothers stopped trembling and let go of the hand holding Wang Rou.

"You're a bad person!"

"We're going to kill you!" A crying shout sounded, and the two of them rushed out from the villagers, attacking the middle-aged man from left to right.

"It's actually two celestials?!" The middle-aged man looked at the two Wang Dao, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated.

"Shoot you!"

"Bang!"

Just when the two Wang Dao brothers broke out, Zhang An once again faced the situation of running out of oil and running out.

However, thanks to his efforts, nearly twenty enemies were never able to break through the blockade.

These nearly twenty enemies were entangled by Zhang An, neither could they interfere with the battle between Wang Wu and the others and the old man in blue shirts, nor could they reflexively kill back to the masters of Wangjia Village, their faces were extremely gloomy, and their eyes looking at Zhang An were as sharp as the swords in their hands.

I believe that as long as Zhang An is caught by them, the best result will be hacked to death with a knife.

On the side of the remaining twenty Wangjia Village masters, although some of the Wangjia Village masters continued to be injured and left the field, none of them had died in the battle.

Compared with the masters of Wangjia Village, who were only injured but did not die, the enemy was much more miserable.

Originally, nearly eighty of them could still have a slight upper hand against the people of Wangjia Village with the help of the military array, but after nearly twenty people were divided, and the twenty people did not achieve results for a long time, the enemy surrounded by the masters of Wangjia Village gradually became impetuous, so they showed a lot of flaws, and the opportunity seized by the masters of Wangjia Village was a fierce attack.

After nearly two quarters of an hour, although eight Wangjia Village masters temporarily retreated into the rear to heal their wounds, the enemy fell more than 20 people.

It's just that Zhang An showed a worried look on his face.

He was about to be exhausted, and as everyone in Wangjia Village was injured one after another, it became more and more difficult to maintain the combined attack of the army, and it was obviously almost the end of the crossbow.

The enemy combined was nearly sixty men.

Especially the nearly twenty enemies who were entangled by themselves, in fact, they didn't consume much strength, once they got out, it would be tantamount to a catastrophe for themselves and the people of Wangjia Village.