What's even more exaggerated is that Mr. Yuan, who was originally attacking Han Sanqian with his claws, suddenly seemed like a piece of shredded paper charging forward. He suddenly encountered a tenth-level strong wind and became so weak that he couldn't stand the wind.
Blow, fall, and fly upside down.
Bang!
The body is directly embedded on the main door pillar of Huazhou’s living room!
After everyone was hit by the strong wind, as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw such a terrifying scene, and everyone was stunned for a while.
Over there, the beaded curtain had obviously been lifted by the wind, and now it fell slightly. As the beaded curtain swayed, it was vaguely visible that the woman in white gently lowered her long sleeves that covered her face, revealing a stunning face.
But the woman in green was much more straightforward, her little mouth opened again, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shock!
"This..." She murmured, but she didn't know what to say.
"ah!"
Almost at the same time, Mr. Yuan screamed in agony on the wooden pillar, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth because he opened his mouth.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and looked at the blood in his hand, an unknown anger burning crazily in his heart.
Blood, yes blood. His dignified and aloof Master Yuan was not only humiliated by a country bumpkin today, but more importantly, this country bumpkin dared to hurt himself.
During his decades of freedom, when had he ever been treated like this?
Everyone is now shocked that this guy hurt himself, even those inside the bead curtain.
No, absolutely not.
What he lost, he had to get back with his own hands.
And Han Sanqian in front of him must die.
Trash like him has absolutely no qualifications to climb to the top by stepping on his own head.
He is not worthy, and no one in this world is worthy, because he himself is the one who should be at the top in this world.
Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled sinisterly, and a black energy slowly began to spread around his body.
Immediately afterwards, his delicate appearance began to become a little ferocious, and his eyes also ignited with traces of scarlet.
"I'm... possessed."
"Master Yuan, he is... possessed by a demon."
Possessed?!
Han Sanqian smiled slightly. Maybe other people's expressions changed when they talked about this, but for Han Sanqian, what kind of demon is better than him?
He just stared indifferently, even disdainfully giving him a chance to make the first move.
On the flower boat, everything began to shake slightly. Outside the flower boat, the stars twisted, and a strong pressure fell from the sky.
"What a strong demonic energy!"
"It's just suffocating."
Everyone was surprised and even felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
"Destroy demons and kill indiscriminately!"
"Hahahahaha!"
As he drank and smiled, lights flashed on the flower boat. For a moment, countless ghost-like afterimages appeared beside the flower boat. They moved with the wind and kept wandering.
And almost at the same time, the body of Mr. Yuan, who was mounted on the wooden pillar, also suddenly attacked. One transformed into two, two transformed into four, four transformed into eight, and eight transformed into thousands.
In just a few moments, the entire hall was almost filled with this guy's figure.
"This...how can one guard against this?"
"I never expected that Young Master Yuan would have such a killer move!"
"It's so fucking fierce, but I like it!"
When the group of people were shocked, they secretly praised each other.
"Is he still planning to stop moving now?" The woman in green said softly inside the bead curtain.
But the fact is that Han Sanqian still hasn't moved, and he even wants to laugh when he sees these afterimages.
At such a speed, how dare you play this trick on yourself? Even though there are thousands of afterimages, the speed cannot be increased, it is just something that people can see through at a glance.
"Fancy." Han Sanqian snorted disdainfully.
The next second, Han Sanqian still didn't move.
Then, he raised his feet slightly.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, everything stopped suddenly, and even Mr. Yuan's ten thousand figures suddenly merged into a body on the left side of Han Sanqian's body.
With his slow voice, the tense atmosphere on the scene completely disappeared for a while.
"What's wrong?" someone asked suspiciously.
"This is unfair!" Mr. Yuan suddenly turned around and said to the people inside the bead curtain and those present.
"This guy must have some special treasure to protect himself, so he only defends but does not attack. He is not a hero. If you have the guts, put down your defense!" Mr. Yuan said dissatisfied.
