At this time, a middle-aged man with a tall appearance stepped in.
The person who came was none other than Xu Xiang’s father, the master of Yingzui Peak, one of the seven peaks in the Changbai Mountains, who was known as Xu Da Ma Bang.
"Master, you came just in time!" The woman responded and said, "Look at the injury on the fourth child's arm!"
And this woman is Xu Damabang's little wife, who is nicknamed: Butterfly Fan.
Xu Damabang took a closer look and said in surprise: "Your injury is a bit weird! How did you get it?"
Xu Xiang went on to tell the story of the fight he had just had with Ye Feng.
"What? Sanpao was also killed?" After Xu Dama Bang heard this, he was suddenly shocked and angry, and flew into a rage, "What the hell! Is it that little thief named Ye again!?"
"I really want to smash that little thief's head with a horse stick!"
As he said that, Xu Dama's right hand waved hard, as if he wanted to smash something, but he was using his bare hands.
"Eh!? Is my horse a stick!?"
After giving an order, seven or eight subordinates immediately stepped forward, carrying huge and heavy horse sticks on their shoulders.
Xu Da Ma Bang picked up his weapon and invited: "Fourth brother, let's go down the mountain with me! Find the boy named Ye and kill him!"
"Yes, dad!" Xu Xiang was overjoyed and wanted to take revenge immediately.
"Master, Fourth Brother, please wait a moment!" Butterfly Fan quickly stopped him again, "You can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife!"
"If we want to kill that kid, why should we do it ourselves?"
"I have sent people to find out. That boy has made many enemies outside. He has not only offended us, but also offended some other ancient martial arts families!"
"The Seventh Guwu Clan have joined forces and issued a declaration of war against that boy!"
"That kid is dead! Let the people of the Seventh Clan deal with him!"
"Oh? The Seventh Guwu Clan has already declared a challenge to that boy?"
When Xu Dama Bang heard this, he immediately stopped and looked thoughtful.
Among the ancient martial arts, the Three Mountains and Five Clan Seven Clan is the representative. Although the Seven Clan's strength is at the bottom, it should be no problem to join forces to deal with a secular boy.
"Since the Seven Clan have joined forces and issued a declaration of war, there is no need for me to cross the river and disrupt the situation!"
As he spoke, Xu Damagang threw the weapon in his hand to the side again, which frightened the subordinates on the side and fled away with their heads in their hands.
It wasn't until the huge horse club hit the ground hard, creating a deep pit, that everyone stepped forward together, picked up their weapons, and retreated.
"Hey, by the way, madam, what did you mean by 'demon sword' just now?" Xu Damajang thought of the matter again and asked curiously, "Is it related to the injury on the fourth child's arm?"
"That's right!" Butterfly Fan nodded, "Such an incurable wound can only be caused by the demon knife!"
"What is a demon sword?" Xu Damabang asked curiously.
"The demon sword is a unique weapon from the East."
Butterfly fan explains simply.
"Among every one hundred thousand weapons, there will be one demon sword, which is a cursed weapon. Not only will it bite the owner, but the injuries it causes will also be like a curse. It will not stop until death and cannot be healed."
When Xu Da Ma Bang heard this, he immediately became interested: "How can there be such a powerful weapon in the world! How does it compare to my Ma Bang?"
"Hehe, according to what you said, madam, I also want to have one!"
Just listen to Butterfly Fan say again: "Master, I advise you to stop this idea. Ordinary people simply cannot control the demon sword, and sooner or later they will be counterattacked!"
Xu Damabang didn't believe it: "Even I can't control it? Is there a king of heaven in that demon sword?"
Butterfly Fan smiled and said: "I don't have one, Heavenly King. But it is said that there is a demon sealed in every demon sword."
"Either you keep killing, feeding the demon sword with your life and blood; but once you stop killing, you will slowly be eroded by the demon sword and become its puppet. You will continue to be bloodthirsty and murderous until you die of exhaustion, waiting for the next unlucky master.
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When Xu Dama Bang heard it, he was a little scared. He didn't want to become a puppet of the weapon.
"Madam, you know so much!" Xu Damagang praised.
"Haha... that's right!" Butterfly Fan smiled coquettishly, "My seventy-second man was an Oriental samurai. I had only been with him for half a year, and he died under a demon sword!"
When Xu Damafang heard this, his face turned green: "Madam, didn't you say that you only have sixty-four ex-husbands? Why did an Oriental samurai number seventy-two pop up again?"
"How many wild men are there outside if you hide it from me!?"
The butterfly fan said nonchalantly: "Yes, the sixty-four ex-husbands I mentioned are all natives of Daxia. Foreigners are not counted."
What!?
When Xu Da Ma Bang heard this, he immediately jumped into a rage, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.
"How many are there in total?" Xu Damabang asked with a dark face.
"Probably... maybe... I can't remember clearly!" Butterfly Fan smiled charmingly and leaned on Xu Damang's solid chest again, "But there is one thing, I can be sure of it!"
"That's it: Boss, you are my last man!"
While they were talking, a group of colorful butterflies flew and swirled around the two of them.
Seeing the charming lady in his arms and the fragrance emanating from her body, the anger in Xu Damabang's chest completely disappeared.
"Madam, I love hearing what you say!" Xu Damagang hugged Butterfly Fan tightly and couldn't help but sigh, "How much more can a husband ask for when he has such a wife!?"
Looking at the two tired people, Xu Xiang's face suddenly darkened, and he held a moment of silence for his father in his heart.
My father was so eaten up by this woman that he was completely hopeless.
"Mom, what should I do about my injury? Is there any hope?" Xu Xiang asked anxiously.
"It's hopeless!" Butterfly Fan broke away from Xu Dama Bang's bear hug and gently stroked his hair. "Being injured by the demon knife is like being cursed by the devil. The wound will continue to expand until death!"
"Ah!? What should we do?" When Xu Xiang heard this, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, "Mom, you have to save me!"
"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell!" Butterfly said, "If I can find the demon knife that hurt you and take back the cursed power from your wound, maybe you can still be saved!"
Xu Xiang said: "Then we still have to find the boy named Ye!"
With that said, Xu Xiang wanted to leave again.
"Yeah! Don't worry, it will take a while, but your injuries won't kill you!"
Butterfly Fan advised: "After the people from the Seventh Guwu Clan kill that kid, we can go pick it up again. Don't care if it's a demon knife or whatever dagger you mentioned, use it to study it, and you will always find a way."
Even so, Xu Xiang still couldn't bear the thought of enduring the pain of the wound expansion.
"Fourth brother, you are too old! What does this injury mean?" Butterfly Fan encouraged, "Your body is a huge poisonous cave. Try to see if you can completely fuse the power of your arm."
