After the ancestor bound the Shenhao system, it was broken

The middle-aged man's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He gathered spiritual power in his palm and tried to punch it out, but was quickly suppressed.

Half an hour later.

Everyone in the Xu family finally stopped, feeling a sense of ill-humour, and there was a long-lost look of joy in their brows.

Lying on the ground with multiple fractures, the weak-breathing middle-aged man gritted his back molars and warned: "Xu Zimo, I am the brother of the head of the Song family. If you seriously hurt me today, are you not afraid of a war between the two clans?"

"Heh." Xu Qingshu sneered.

The threat before death made people feel that he was more like a clown at this moment.

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

"You can just send the message back and see which one is faster if they come here faster or if my sword is faster."

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

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

Looking at such a beautiful and frail woman with the blood-red scimitar from the other shore in her hand, she looked like a Shura seeking life.

Several portraits flashed through his mind. The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly. His face was as pale as a corpse, and fear and despair flashed in his eyes.

His body was shaking uncontrollably and his lips were trembling, 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 anything, which was regarded as acquiescence.

It's over.

He encountered an evil spirit.

The middle-aged man was even more desperate and regretted why he had to commit suicide and break in today.

Xu Qingshu walked towards him step by step, looking down at the few people from a high position, holding the scimitar in both hands and slowly raising it.

"It is your blessing to be able to become the fodder for my scimitar on the other side."

This blessing is given to you, do you want it?

"No, no, no... please, Ancestor Qingshu, for the sake of the Song family, let go of this bitch like me. This junior's life is worthless. As long as you are willing to spare my life, I will give you whatever you need in the future."

I can offer it to you!”

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

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

Xu Qingshu looked disgusted, but she still slashed his neck with the machete.

The scimitar on the other side has not seen blood for a long time, and its power is no longer what it used to be. These people came to her door like fools, and she didn't use it in vain.

After it was over, Xu Qingshu calmly took back the magic weapon in her hand and said, "Send them back. It would be unlucky to stay in the Xu family."

The head of the Xu family immediately ordered people to deal with the mummies on the ground, but the shock in his heart lingered for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the scimitar from the other side, which became famous on the mainland thousands of years ago, actually needs human blood as feed.

How many people must be killed before it becomes a divine weapon?

It’s terrifying to think about it!

The head of the Xu family swallowed hard and looked at the figure that was getting further away.

What grandpa said may not be an exaggeration.

…

As soon as the guards left the back door with the body, a group of people came to the front door of Xu's house.

The leader was a young man wearing a blue brocade suit. He had warm brows, a noble air, and exuded a calm aristocratic temperament.

Song Wenhua raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said politely to the guard: "Can you please tell me that Song Wenhua, the eldest son of Song Dynasty, is here to visit."

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

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

"not see."

As soon as the guards left, the head of the Xu family next to him couldn't sit still.

"Old Ancestor, although this Song Wenhua is the eldest son of a concubine, he has good talent in cultivation and has a great status in the Song family. I'm afraid if he comes here this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingshu glanced at him with her dark and cold eyes.

"Are you scared?"

"No...no." The Xu family leader's brows were full of worry, "The juniors are not afraid of confronting the Song family, but I am afraid that they will do evil to the Xu family's juniors again."