The power of this move was so fierce that the man's chest collapsed with a snap, and his whole body was thrown away and hit the wall hard, like a hanging painting. After staying there for a few breaths, it slowly slid down.

Everything happened in a flash, from Li Qinglin's sudden attack to the unknown fate of the man, it was just a blink of an eye.

The guys who were tough just now suddenly became soft, and even left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

Several people stared in shock, unaware that blood was spilled on their bodies.

However, Li Qinglin did not hold back.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, his expression showed neither sadness nor joy, and the blood under his skin and flesh was flowing rapidly, wriggling like a tiny earthworm.

There were only a few more dull sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart. The men were killed in an instant and lay on the ground, their bodies still twitching slightly.

Xier looked at the figure in front of her, who looked like a god or demon. She could vaguely recognize from Li Qinglin's eyebrows and eyes that he was the tenant servant who bought rouge and returned home with her a month ago.

Her face was pale and her expression was dull. She was frightened. A pool of liquid slowly flowed out from under her body, and a fishy smell came from it.

What a great skill! Inside the house, several guards saw the scene clearly from the window.

It was not a pity that those tenants who took advantage of the chaos deserved to die. Instead, it was Li Qinglin's ruthlessness and decisiveness, his clean and neat moves without any delay, that made them feel refreshed.

There is actually such a person among the tenants in the outer courtyard?

Outside,

Li Qinglin looked at Xier who seemed to be frightened silly, then looked at the closed door of Manager Wang's house. He could still faintly hear Manager Wang's heavy breathing inside the house.

His heart moved.

Li Qinglin controlled the corners of his mouth to raise, forced a smile, and whispered to Xier to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, I killed all the thieves. Go and knock on the door quickly, don't let Manager Wang worry."

But Li Qinglin didn't realize that

His arms were now so strong that they almost tore his sleeves, and his muscles seemed like thousands of steel wires twisted together.

The remaining blood on his fists slowly dripped onto the ground.

The heat of qi and blood surged violently.

This scene, in Xier's eyes, was like the shadow of a god or demon, even scarier than those men just now! Xier howled in fear, crawled to the door, and knocked on it with her head.

Inside the house,

Steward Wang looked at the guards with an inquiring look.

A guard looked out the window and nodded, "No danger."

Hearing this, Manager Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key, unlocked the door one by one, and carefully pushed the door open.

He helped Xier up and patted her on the back, then looked at Li Qinglin with approval in his eyes, "You are very good. Come in, I will allow you to protect me. By the way, what's your name?"

Li Qinglin smiled brightly, revealing his snow-white teeth, and his pupils gradually shrank, like a predator eyeing its prey.

But before Li Qinglin could answer.

Boom! !

A figure like a ferocious beast directly crashed through the rockery along the way, crushed the granite, and rushed towards this side with thick smoke and dust.

Wei Liang casually threw away a guard whose arm was torn off and whose life or death was unknown. His eyes were completely filled with blood, and his facial features were distorted and full of resentment.

He looked at Li Qinglin, and a bloodthirsty feeling of oppression suddenly enveloped him.

Li Qinglin's face was solemn. He felt that Wei Liang was like a hunting beast, trying to identify and capture his flaws.

As soon as you move, you will be faced with an overwhelming attack.

When Manager Wang saw this, his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He immediately closed the door and blocked Li Qinglin outside.

Inside the house, the group of tall martial artists with calloused hands, vigorous blood and strong bodies were staring at Li Qinglin and Wei Liang with strict vigilance.

"Li Qinglin, I want you... to die!!"

A voice came from behind the door.

Manager Wang raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, his body was stiff, and his thoughts were in a mess.

Just now at the door, Li Qinglin's smile and meaningful look were like an arrow that pierced Manager Wang.

"What a rebellion! They actually raised a wolf cub! And dared to bite its master?"

Manager Wang was furious and terrified, so he reinforced a few door locks and lowered the iron sliding cage door.

Inside the house, a guard said hesitantly,

"Manager Wang, although the weirdo behind us is strong, he may have reached the level of strong flesh, but he has no weapons. We have more people and can kill him together with the young man."

In the five levels of Locking Essence, the gap between martial artists in the first three levels is actually not as big as imagined.

After all, before starting to refine the marrow and develop supernatural powers of the body, we are all flesh and blood, with only differences in strength, agility, and physique.

If there are more than ten tight-skinned martial artists, holding sharp weapons, wearing armor, and holding pills in their mouths, if they are in a street fight and restrict the opponent's actions in advance, even a martial artist in the bone-penetrating realm can be killed!

And there is one thing he didn't say.

Although Manager Wang's house can be said to be an iron wall with many traps, it is enough for a warrior in the Strong Flesh Realm to force his way in with just a ten-forged weapon.

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It is not a good idea for them to sit here and wait for death.

Either absorb talents like the ruthless young man just now and work together.

Or move to the inner courtyard and seek shelter from the masters of the palace.

Who would have thought that the guard's words would be like rubbing salt into Manager Wang's wounds, making him so angry that he stomped his feet.

But he still had to rely on the force of these people, so he could only explain in a gloomy tone, "Join hands? Too risky! Why not let him lead that weirdo away! If he can survive, there is no point in us saving him. If he dies, it means the enemy is extremely vicious and it will be futile for us to go!"

"this……"

The security guards in the room looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and felt powerless.

I want to kill the thief, but I can't save him! ...

In the inner courtyard of the palace.

"Don't hurt my mother!"

Accompanied by an explosion of strength.

A burly young man with hair like lion's hair suddenly jumped high up, holding a pair of golden hammers, making the air around him explode, and rushed towards the man opposite.

The man opposite wore a Taoist cap and a crane cloak, seemingly dressed like a Taoist, but he was holding a sword used by the chieftain clan, which was out of place.

This Taoist's whole body emitted a turbid white light, and one could faintly see the bone marrow flowing in his bones, generating a great power.

The master's sword cut through the air, and a blade light visible to the naked eye appeared in an instant, cutting through the cold wind with a chilling light that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The ferocious young man rushed forward!

Then it flew back in the opposite direction at an even faster speed, spitting out blood as it flew, fell dozens of feet away, and rolled into the outer courtyard.

Not far away, an elder from the Wang residence twitched his lips and forced a smile.

"Meng'er is still the same... fierce and fearless. Well, let an old man like me take action..."

"The Heaven-granting Temple? It's just an inhuman rat!"

With a loud bang, the aftermath of the fight exploded like fireworks, and large amounts of sword light and blood dissipated.

…

In the outer courtyard, Li Qinglin drew his bow and arrow, forcing Wei Liang to retreat.

But he saw a ferocious young man falling from the sky and landing in front of him with a plop.

Li Qinglin looked puzzled.

"Can a mere martial artist who has just locked his essence be able to walk in the air with his feet?"

(End of this chapter)