Baijian Villa is built against the mountains, with green waters and green mountains, and long corridors and pavilions. At first glance, it is as peaceful as a smaller palace.

Although it is not as magnificent as the palace, it is better than the natural scenery around it.

I think that Baijian Villa was once a prosperous scene.

In an antique pavilion, Yang Xuan sat upright in his seat, looking at the two people sitting in front of him, and tasting the tea expressionlessly.

"I wonder what this Taoist priest is going to come to my worship of Jian Villa?"

A woman's voice sounded as if a lark was singing in the valley was heard in the pavilion. The person who spoke was a woman with a veil and graceful figure.

Yang Xuan did not answer the woman, but turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in yellow who had been looking at her.

This person's body exudes a kind of evil spirit, his eyes are filled with extreme emotions, with love, desire but ruthlessness, murderous intent, and very conflicted.

"You are a sword demon, right?" Yang Xuan looked at the middle-aged man, with a look of disgust in his eyes, and said.

"Oh, do you know me?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xuan with a deeper look, and he sneered, "Yes, I am the sword demon. What is the so-called "Why do you come to worship Jian Villa?"

"Sword Demon, right?" Yang Xuan held up the white porcelain teacup in front of him with his left hand, and looked at the tea in the cup without raising his head. He bounced his right hand and a golden light shot out through the air. A sound of squeaking across the void came in an instant, reaching the sword Demon's eyes.

"laugh"

A string of blood flowers flew out, and the golden light passed through the sword demon's dantian, shaking the sword demon's internal organs. The sword demon vomited blood and screamed repeatedly. Mrs. Ao saw such a bloody scene, not only did not close her eyes or avoid them, but screamed, but instead she looked at her eyes with a look of relieving hatred.

"Now the sword demon's five internal organs are cracking, and my dantian is shattered. My martial arts are completely useless. It's worse than ordinary people. You can do it." Yang Xuan looked at the sword demon who was lying on the ground and howled, took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"I'm not dreaming, aren't I?" Seeing the wailing in front of me and looking at my sword demon in horror, Mrs. Ao was in a daze and pinched her hard. The one she had been enduring humiliation for several years was today, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Who are you? I have no grudges with you?" The sword demon spitted blood wide and widened his eyes and stared at Yang Xuan fiercely.

Yang Xuan put down the teacup and said coldly, "Murdering a husband and occupying his villa is one crime! Abandoning his wife and children is two crimes! I am here to practice the law for heaven today!"

"Haha, you can't imagine that the sword demon came, I finally waited for this day."

Realizing that he was not dreaming, Mrs. Ao whistled to the sky, then she rushed over like a demon, and took off her hair from her head. She pierced it again and again on the sword demon until she stabbed it into a "funnel" that kept bleeding and constantly emanating from it.

"Husband, I have finally avenged your grudge." Mrs. Ao laughed, pulled off her veil, revealing a scarred face. Through the scar, Yang Xuan could still see that this face was originally a beautiful and touching face.

"Ahem, madam, since the sword demon is dead, can you hand over the 'Sword of Defeat' to me?" Yang Xuan coughed lightly and said.

"What! You said the Sword of Defeat!!!!" Mrs. Ao immediately looked at Yang Xuan with horror, with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

According to legend, the sword-bearing villa has a strange stone, and the ten sword-casting masters cast the sword to defeat the evil sword, intending to use it to kill the fire Qilin. However, when the sword is about to be completed, nine of the ten sword-casting masters involved in the sword-casting are successively punished by the fierce and dead spirit of the defeated sword. Therefore, Ao Ri and the only remaining sword-casting master gave up casting this extremely evil sword and buried it in the sword tomb.

The sword body is buried underground in the sword pool of Baijian Villa, and the sword soul that originally belonged to it was injected into the little dragon's golden sword.

It can be said that those who know the sword of defeat in the world are definitely only five fingers.

Looking at Mrs. Ao's expression, Yang Xuan said with a serious look, "Why, does Madam want to bear that sword?"

"No," Mrs. Ao waved her hand quickly and said gratefully, "The Taoist priest asked me to kill my enemies with my hands. How can I not repay such a great kindness?"

Since her husband's death, she has been in charge of the Bianjian Villa for several years, so she is naturally smart.

The young Taoist priest in front of him moved his finger and cleaned up the sword demon she had been afraid of for many years. Naturally, this kind of person cannot be accused of being a sword villa. Why not do a favor and hand over the "Sword of Defeat" to the other party?

If Yang Xuan wanted a "peerless sword", Mrs. Ao would be a little reluctant. After all, the "peerless sword" is related to whether Baijian Villa will be powerful in the future. She plans to leave it to her son.

But the "Sword of Defeat" is different. Although it is not inferior to the peerless good sword, it is a killing aura and is too fierce. It is an unknown sword. It is actually no different from a waste to Baijian Villa.

"Don't worry, since the Taoist priest avenged me and Tian'er, I will definitely offer the "Sword of Defeat" to the "Sword of Defeat." Mrs. Ao stood up and fell down at Yang Xuan, and smiled charmingly at Yang Xuan. Although Mrs. Ao is nearly thirty years old, she is gorgeous but not less slight, and she is still charming.

Seeing that Mrs. Ao agreed happily, Yang Xuan nodded slightly, "I would like to thank my wife for enduring the pain of giving up."

"Of course, please wait for a moment, Master," Mrs. Ao smiled gratefully and ordered to the servant who was trembling not far away, "Cut off the sword demon's head, I will pay tribute to the owner tomorrow. I will chop the remaining corpses and feed the dogs!"

Half an hour later, Yang Xuan, led by Mrs. Ao, came to the sword tomb, where countless rusty swords were filled with swords that were no longer as charming as before. There was a three-meter-high platform in the middle of the sword tomb with sword energy, standing there, with a slow pattern on it.

Zhong Mei, who was walking with him, looked at the swords with a solemn expression on her face, and pointed to the high platform and said, "Master, the sword of defeat is in the bronze coffin under the high platform!"

"Um."

Even standing a few meters away, Yang Xuan felt that the copper coffin was constantly releasing a stream of cold and icy air.

This is the inherent fierce and murderous aura of defeat and death that is born with the Sword of Defeat.

"Yeah, dig."

Yang Xuan nodded and signaled that the accompanying shopkeeper could start to take action.

Baijian Villa is also a powerful man. There are many tourists who depend on Baijian Villa. It is not difficult to draw out 180 strong men to dig. Of course, there are many people who are good at civil engineering.

Two hours later, with the concerted efforts of the shopkeepers, the ancient tomb and the thick copper coffin were finally dug.

"Master, the one sealed in the copper coffin is the 'Sword of Defeat' of Bizhuang." After lifting the copper coffin out, Mrs. Ao pointed at the copper coffin and said softly.
Chapter completed!