The violent sword fairy pushing the world

Chapter 19 Vitality and Blood 300 Calories

Nine forty at night.

Shen Lang skillfully climbed over the courtyard wall next door, and slipped into the courtyard in the dark.

He was very sure that the killer was hiding in the house next door and spying on this place for just one day, so the place must not have been rented by the killer, but a dove occupying the magpie's nest.

The original owner of this house was either killed, or he was away from home for a long time, so the killer used it as a temporary base.

After entering the hospital, Shen Lang took a look.

The entrance on the first floor is an iron gate, once it is violently demolished, it will definitely attract the killer's attention.

On the second floor, there is a balcony.

Shen Lang immediately ran up on the spot and climbed to the balcony on the second floor with three jumps.

The balcony is not closed, and there is a master bedroom inside.

There is a photo on the table, it is a photo of a couple.

In the photo is a loving couple. The man looks to be in his early thirties, and the woman is 25 or [-]. She is wearing a white wedding dress, holding her husband's arm, smiling like a flower.

The room was very clean and there were no traces of fighting.

Seeing this, Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

It is speculated that the couple may be away on their honeymoon.

He didn't want innocent people to be implicated because of his own reasons, just like the uncle wearing the gold chain before, because he broke through the killer of the Black Tiger Gang, he was killed by the killer and died.

Relying on the astonishing perception ability brought by the fourth stage of meditation, Shen Lang moved forward in the dark and searched every room, but the strange thing is that he didn't see the killer?
Knew he was coming, so hid?
Shen Lang came to the balcony in the backyard and looked down, with doubts on his face.

At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a vague shadow standing outside the wall of the backyard, and then he accelerated, sprinted, his body flew into the air, his hands clasped the top of the wall, turned over slipperily, and entered the backyard.

He glanced around furtively.

That is the killer of the Black Tiger Gang, Wang Ping.

Under the twilight of the moon, a figure appeared on the balcony on the second floor. Wang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his head.

Under the moonlight, Shen Lang and Wang Ping looked at each other.

The breeze blows and the fallen leaves rustle.

Wang Ping:? ? !
After seeing Shen Lang's appearance clearly, his face changed drastically.

Expose yourself?
How can this be? !
He took this house for himself after killing a couple. He doesn’t go out at all on weekdays. He only sneaks out of the backyard after ten o’clock in the evening. Every time he comes back, he will walk around here to make sure no one sees it. own trail.

It was the same this time, after bidding farewell to the Shen family, he purposely walked around in a large circle, seemingly walking, but actually observing if anyone was following him secretly.

However, after he came back, there was another fucking person in the room, who was next door.

This had to make Wang Ping wonder if he had been exposed.

but……

Logically it doesn't seem to make sense.

If it was discovered that he was a wanted criminal, then it would not be Shen Lang who was ambushing in the room, but the police would add guns.

What was that little guy trying to do in here?

"Assassins of the Black Tiger Gang, you really are vicious and hard to change!"

Breaking into private houses, peeping, and assassinating, this group of Black Tiger Gang members are really vicious and extremely cruel.

terrible!
Kill!

Wang Ping: "???"

Bang!
Without giving Wang Ping any time to react, Shen Lang moved.

With one step, the floor of the balcony shook suddenly, as if a giant beast trampled on it.

With the force under his feet, the aura of his whole body boiled up, like a calm volcano, which was detonated in the next second.

Fierce qi and blood surged out of his body, making it as if a golden crow with wings had been bred in his body. After stepping out, the power was condensed into a single strand, turned into punch force and pierced through the spinal cord, completely pulling his body apart, and then followed him Leaping down with a ferocious posture like a shooting star, the punch with condensed energy and blood pressed down in the air.

Like an eagle hunting, it was a mess of ferocity.

"Um?!"

As a senior second-rank martial artist, Wang Ping had extraordinary eyesight. As soon as Shen Lang made a move, he immediately sensed the ferocity of his opponent, and the force of thick energy and blood rushing towards his face made his pupils shrink.

The energy and blood of this student boy was three points thicker than his.

His qi and blood had reached 280 calories, which was three points stronger than him, so it had reached at least 300 calories.

300 calories, this is the threshold to enter the third-grade realm.

This student boy who looks less than 20 years old in front of him is actually a martial artist who is about to step into the third rank?
"No, it's impossible!"

Wang Ping didn't believe the fact that this student boy would be stronger than him. With a low growl, Qi and blood rushed all over his body. The blood erupted, and the same surge of energy was condensed into one, and kicked out with a howl, with a burst of tearing airflow, and violently kicked Shen Lang's head.

Although his qi and blood erupted in a hurry, he has rich experience in actual combat and knows how to deal with this kind of top-down attack, that is, to hit the target faster than his opponent.

In the case of similar stature, the human feet are 5 to 6 centimeters longer than the arms.

In other words, he will hit Shen Lang first.

"die!"

The sound waves spread.

Wang Ping's kick tore through the air flow, kicked from bottom to top, and kicked to Shen Lang's temple fiercely with a murderous viciousness.

With this kick, Shen Lang's head will blossom!
Wang Ping smiled cruelly.

however.

Just when his kick was about to hit Shen Lang's temple, Shen Lang in front of him seemed to be transformed into a golden crow soaring in the sky, a scorching heat that burned everything hit his face, as if he was deep in the hell of oil splashing, and like impurities in the alchemy furnace , that scorching heat almost annihilated his soul.

"Fist intention!? No, he is a master of refining gods!"

Wang Ping's eyes widened, and he immediately bit the tip of his tongue fiercely. The bright red blood entered his throat. The intense pain caused him to break away from the deterrent effect of refining the gods. He staggered two steps, turned from attack to defense, and crossed his arms above his head.

bang——

Click!

The sound of strength bursting and bones tearing sounded at the same time.

Shen Lang's punch carried a terrifying penetrating force, breaking Wang Ping's crossed arms on the spot, and continued to slam down from top to bottom with undiminished strength.

Click.

Another bone crack.

But this time, it's the foot bones.

The bones of the foot shattered and pierced the skin. The severe pain and dizziness caused Wang Ping to kneel on the spot, his eyes were shattered, his face was distorted, and he howled immediately.

boom!
Without hesitation, Shen Lang added a whip kick.

The huge force sent Wang Ping's strong body weighing [-] kilograms uncontrollably backwards, and hit the courtyard wall behind him heavily.

Boom!

Wang Ping scratched the grass like a swath of mud.

The howling stopped abruptly, and he continued to utter small and weak ravings.

"I...I am...a wanted criminal...can be exchanged for...for money..."

There is no need to doubt anything anymore, this lunatic is indeed a second-rank peak warrior who is about to step into the third-rank realm.

Still a master of alchemy.

He is still a second-rank peak martial artist who has cultivated the alchemy to the point where he can attack the soul. This is the first time he has heard of this kind of "other people's martial artist" when he grows up.

This student is either self-taught in martial arts without a teacher, and he has cultivated every level to perfection, or he has some special physique, so that he can increase his blood to 300 calories while also practicing divine arts.

He had only seen this kind of genius in books.

It is said that some martial arts prodigies, warriors with special talents, when they break through to the second-rank realm, their energy and blood will be much higher than ordinary people.

Ordinary people usually break through the second rank with 150 calories, but these days' favorites can reach 180 calories, 200 calories, or even higher, directly ahead of others by several years.

And a genius like this doesn't bother to break through the third-rank realm with 300 calories.

Because the potential is limited.

If you can break through again at 400 cards, you will be able to use punching intention when you first enter the third rank.

There are even even more monstrous special talents, warriors with special physiques, and warriors who have reached the third rank. The blood limit is ridiculously high, and even 400 calories is not their limit.

In his opinion, Shen Lang belongs to this level of genius warrior.

What leaps and bounds to fight, the front line of life and death erupts.

So, he told the fact that he is a wanted criminal.

He would rather be shot a few years later, or in prison for life, than die now.

Because this lunatic seems to regard him as a killer.

That kind of ruthlessness was aimed at killing him directly, and the move was fatal.

He was afraid.

ta ta ta

Shen Lang strode over and said strangely: "As the killers of the Black Tiger Gang, you don't even know how many innocent lives are in your hands. Of course you are wanted criminals."

"No, I..."

Wang Ping was still trying to explain something, pawing at the grass.

But Shen Lang didn't want to hear the tragic story of the killer. Having watched TV novels, he knew that it was nothing but forced, cornered, coerced, etc., which smelled sad and listened to the tearful version.

But those innocent people who were mercilessly killed by him, aren't they innocent?
From Shen Lang's point of view, only one life for one life can give up.

Forgive or something, that's what God will do, and he is only responsible for sending these people to hell.

As for how to get to heaven, that is their own business.

Self-reliant, not shabby.

Click!

Shen Lang stepped on it.

Wang Ping's chest was like being stepped on by an elephant, it sank deeply, and the whole person didn't move at all.

Darkness, silence, engulfs everything.

Does not leave a trace.

(End of this chapter)