After the ancestor bound the Shenhao system, it was broken

Chapter 6

The middle-aged man had a bruised nose and a swollen face at this time, and he was about to punch out with concentrated spiritual power in his palms, but was quickly suppressed.

After half an hour.

Everyone in the Xu family finally stopped, with a feeling of malice, and there was a long-lost look of joy in their brows and eyes.

The middle-aged man with multiple fractures was paralyzed on the ground. He gritted his molars and warned, "Xu Zimo, I am the younger brother of Patriarch Song. If you seriously injured me today, you are not afraid of war between the two clans?"

"Oh." Xu Qingshu sneered.

The threat before death makes people feel that he is more like a clown at the moment.

Xu Qingshu knew that he was delaying time by talking so much, so she was not in a hurry.

"Just send a letter back and see if they came faster, or the deity's knife is faster."

Seeing that his thoughts were seen through, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with panic, and he looked in Xu Qingshu's direction from the corner of his eye.

The woman's delicate face was very delicate, her lavender eyes were filled with a hint of chill, and her white hair was flowing like a waterfall.

Looking so beautiful and weak, the blood-red Bian scimitar in her hand made her look like a Shura who wanted her life at this moment.

A few portraits flashed quickly in his mind, the pupils of the middle-aged man shrank slightly, his face was as pale as a corpse, fear and despair flashed in his eyes.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his lips were murmuring, but he didn't know what to say.

"You...you are Xu Qingshu!"

A hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Xu Qingshu didn't say a word, it was her acquiescence.

It’s over.

He met Sha Shen.

The middle-aged man was even more desperate, regretting why he had to risk his life to break in today.

Xu Qingshu walked towards him step by step, condescendingly looking down at the few people, holding the scimitar tightly with both hands and slowly raising it.

"It is your blessing to be the fodder for the deity of the other side's scimitar."

This blessing is for you, do you want it?

"No, no, no... I beg the old ancestor Qingshu to let me go for the sake of the Song family. The life of this junior is worthless. As long as you spare my life, I will do whatever I need in the future." I can give it to you!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to step back, but he couldn't exert any strength.

In the end, I was so scared that I peed my pants.

Xu Qingshu looked disgusted, but still slashed at his neck with a machete.

The other shore scimitar hasn't seen blood for a long time, and its power is not as good as before. These people came to the door like a fool, she didn't use it for nothing.

After it was over, Xu Qingshu calmly withdrew the magic weapon in her hand, "Send them back, it's unlucky to stay in the Xu family."

Patriarch Xu immediately ordered someone to dispose of the mummy on the ground, but the shock in his heart could not be dispelled for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the Bian'an scimitar, which became famous in the mainland ten thousand years ago, actually needed human blood as feed.

How many people must be killed before it becomes an artifact?
Think carefully!

Patriarch Xu swallowed hard, his eyes followed the figure that was fading away.

What Grandpa said may not be an exaggeration.

……

As soon as the guards left with the corpse through the back door, a group of people came in front of the gate of Xu's house.

The leader is a young man wearing a blue brocade suit. He has warm eyebrows, a noble spirit, and exudes a calm aristocratic temperament.

Song Wenhua curled his lips slightly, and said politely to the guard at the gate: "Please tell me, Song Wenhua, the eldest son of Song, is here to visit."

The two guards looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and then one of them turned and left.

After hearing the guard's report, Xu Qingshu picked up the tea on the table and took a sip with a calm expression.

"not see."

Just as the guards withdrew, Patriarch Xu next to him couldn't sit still.

"Old Ancestor, even though this Song Wenhua is the eldest son of the concubine, he is talented in cultivation and has a great status in the Song family. I'm afraid that he will come here this time..."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Qingshu's dark and deep cold eyes swept towards him.

"Are you afraid?"

"No...not." Patriarch Xu's brows were full of worry, "The younger generation is not afraid of confronting the Song family, but I am afraid that they will do something wrong to the younger generations of the Xu family."

(End of this chapter)