After finishing speaking, Han Jinyu actually took the lead, casting spells to bombard Leng Wuxiang.
Very much in Han Jinyu's hands, originally holding a pair of folding fans. At this moment, the folding fan was unfolded, and a picture of beautiful mountains and rivers was drawn on it. From the picture, several streaks of rays of light flew out, dazzling and dazzling, blasting towards Leng Wuxiang with astonishing power.
Han Jinyu showed impressive strength as soon as he made a move.
As Han Qi's son, although he is a dandy, he has a huge amount of cultivation resources since he was a child to provide him with cultivation.
Although what Han Jinyu did was either rape or theft, she also possessed a very high talent, so Han Qi valued her very much.
Seeing that Han Jinlong had already made a move, the two old men behind him looked at each other, let out a long sigh and followed suit with their respective moves.
The gray-robed old man turned his wrist, and dozens of black shadows emerged from the shadows behind him, turning into shadow ghosts and rushing towards him. Almost in an instant, the light between the sky and the earth was blocked by countless black shadows, and only some chaotic shadows could be seen clearly floating back and forth, like evil spirits coming out of a cage in hell.
The old man in black yelled loudly, and the energy and blood all over his body suddenly burst out. On his arms, blue veins like small snakes appeared in an instant, and violent power swept his whole body.
Behind the three of them, all the men in black also rushed in with magic weapons.
In the small courtyard, overwhelming spells rushed towards Leng Wuxiang.
Facing such a powerful attack, the woman was already scared out of her wits, and quickly hugged Ning Changsheng in her arms, protecting him carefully.
Just at the critical moment, the hand knife that Leng Wuxiang was about to swing suddenly turned into a palm.
He slapped a group of people rushing up in front of him, and the surrounding void followed Leng Wuxiang to slap this palm, and began to sink in, faint thunder sounds burst out from the palm .
Strong air waves blow in all directions.
"Pfft¡ª¡ª"
The paper fan in Han Jinyu's hand was torn instantly, and the pattern of splendid mountains and rivers on it was shattered in a blink of an eye.
The two old men who followed Han Jinyu also suffered heavy injuries. The black-robed old man, who was still arrogant before, broke the iron rod in two, and the three of them were thrown out like dilapidated sacks.
Han Jinyu's body slammed into the carriage outside the door. There was only a neighing of the fierce horse, and the carriage was hit by this strong force and collapsed sideways.
With a "boom", Han Jinyu sank into the carriage compartment, vomited blood, and his chest was almost sunken.
The three of them were better, but the men in black who were weaker were even more staggered and limp on the ground.
Some men in black who hadn't approached yet stood in the distance, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.
What kind of method is this!
With just one palm, the young master of the Han family and the two powerful guards around him were all defeated!
"Cough, cough, cough!" Han Jinyu struggled to get out of the shattered carriage, and the brocade clothes all over his body were already broken countless times.
The man in black next to him quickly supported Han Jinyu.
"You really dare to do it!" Han Jinyu gritted his teeth.
Just now Leng Wuxiang's palm not only knocked him flying, but also crushed the magic weapon in his hand.
It was a very precious magic weapon, which was refined by his father on purpose by finding someone else. To be turned into scrap iron by a palm like this, at this moment, Han Jinyu only felt that his heart was bleeding. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com