Peerless Taoist

Han Jinyu was holding a folding fan in his hand. At this moment, the folding fan was unfolded. On it, there was a painting of embroidered mountains and rivers. Numerous rays of multicolored light flew out from the painting, dazzling and resplendent. He charged towards Leng Wuxiang with shocking might.    

Han Jinyu displayed extraordinary strength as soon as he attacked.    

As Han Qi's son, although he was a playboy, he had a huge amount of cultivation resources from his childhood to provide him with cultivation resources.    

Although what Han Jinyu had done was neither evil nor evil, he was also extremely talented, which was why Han Qi thought highly of him.    

Seeing that Han Jinlong had made his move, the two elders behind him looked at each other and let out a long sigh. They also used their own techniques.    

The grey-robed old man turned his wrist and dozens of black shadows appeared from the shadows behind him. They turned into shadow ghosts and pounced on him. In almost an instant, the light between the heavens and the earth was blocked by countless black shadows. He could only see some chaotic shadows moving back and forth, like evil spirits emerging from hell.    

The black-robed old man let out a loud cry. The Qi and blood around his body suddenly erupted. Veins that looked like small snakes instantly appeared on his arm. A violent force swept across his entire body.    

Behind the three of them, all the black-clothed men also rushed in with magic tools in their hands.    

In the small courtyard, magic techniques that blotted out the sky and covered the earth pounced on Leng Wuxiang.    

Faced with such a powerful attack, the woman had long been scared out of her wits. She hurriedly hugged Ning Changsheng in her arms, carefully protecting him.    

At the critical moment, the hand blade that Leng Wuxiang was about to swing out suddenly turned into a palm.    

He suddenly struck out a palm toward the group of people who were charging forward. The surrounding void started to cave in as Leng Wuxiang struck out with his palm. Faintly, the sound of thunder burst out from the center of his palm.    

Powerful airwaves spread out in all directions.    

"Puchi -"    

The paper fan in Han Jinyu's hand was instantly torn apart. The embroidered mountain and river diagrams on it were shattered in the blink of an eye.    

The two old men behind Han Jinyu also suffered heavy injuries. The iron rod in the hands of the black-robed old man, who had been arrogant earlier, was broken into two, and the three of them were thrown out like tattered sacks.    

Han Jinyu's body crashed into the carriage outside the door. The horse neighed, and the carriage was hit by this powerful force and collapsed diagonally to the side.    

"Boom! Han Jinyu fell into the carriage and spat out blood. His chest had almost caved in.    

The three of them were still alright, but the men in black, who were weaker, fell to the ground.    

Some of the men in black who had yet to approach stood in the distance, and all of them stared blankly at the scene in front of them.    

What kind of method was this!    

With just a single palm, he had defeated Young Master Han and the two capable guards beside him!    

"Cough, cough, cough!" Han Jinyu struggled to crawl out of the broken carriage, his clothes tattered.    

The black-clothed man beside him hurriedly supported Han Jinyu.    

"You actually dare to make a move!" Han Jinyu said through gritted teeth.    

Not only did Leng Wuxiang's palm strike send him flying, it also crushed the magic treasure in his hand.    

That was a rather precious magic treasure that his father had specially gone to find someone to refine for him. It was actually slapped into scrap metal just like that. At this moment, Han Jinyu felt as if his heart was bleeding.