Violent Dan Zun

Chapter 6771 Like a Suzaku

"But Bai Yun doesn't seem to be moved. He seems to have extraordinary control." Another disciple said, staring closely at Bai Yun in the field: "I am very curious about his strength."

Faced with Chen Xuan's Suzaku sword technique, Bai Yun's body remained motionless. He seemed to be silently waiting for an opportunity. The surrounding atmosphere gradually solidified, forming a mysterious atmosphere that made it difficult for people to understand his true intentions.

Chen Xuan's sword skills became more and more powerful, the sword light drew a gorgeous arc in the air, the sword intention and the sky fire intertwined with the brilliant light, but Bai Yun seemed unmoved by it, a mysterious aura enveloped him, giving people With an incomprehensible feeling.

 “Is Bai Yun waiting for the opportunity?” The disciples outside the court were talking a lot. They were full of expectations and wanted to get a glimpse of Bai Yun’s true strength.

 In the middle of the square, Chen Xuan's sword skills became sharper and sharper, but Bai Yun's figure remained quiet.

 A subtle confrontation and expectation filled the field, and the disciples were all excited for this duel.

Facing Chen Xuan's swordsmanship, Bai Yun had a calm and composed attitude, as if he already knew everything he was facing.

 The disciples have a stronger sense of mystery about Bai Yun, and their expectations and curiosity about him are getting higher and higher.

 The disciples watching the battle watched the showdown intently.

The shadow of the sword danced in the square. The Suzaku sword technique was astonishingly powerful. Each sword was accompanied by fiery sword energy and burning heavenly fire. Chen Xuan's body technique was strong and agile. Each sword contained his profound cultivation and tenacious will. Breaking the air, driving the hot air current.

However, Bai Yun seemed calm and calm under Chen Xuan's sharp attack. He whispered a string of spells, and a mysterious light surrounded him, forming a faint light curtain. When the sword light hit the light curtain, it made a slight collision. The sound then weakens and dissipates.

The disciples in the square were deeply attracted by this duel and fell into a state of fanaticism. Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was like a raging fire, arousing waves of heat, while Baiyun acted in a seemingly plain but mysterious way. respond.

 Chen Xuan's offensive became more and more intense. The sword light pierced the void and the sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was going to set the entire square on fire. But Baiyun's mysterious light curtain has always remained stable, resisting Chen Xuan's every attack without wavering at all.

The disciples were talking a lot. Some people were amazed at Chen Xuan's swordsmanship: "Chen Xuan's swordsmanship is so shocking. The power of the Suzaku swordsmanship is really terrifying."

“But Baiyun’s defense cannot be underestimated. That light curtain can withstand such a violent attack, it’s incredible!” Another person said in surprise.

 In the field, Chen Xuan's offensive was in full swing, but Bai Yun did not seem to be passive. His eyes flashed with a faint light, and his aura was stable and calm. The disciples watching the battle all sighed at the excitement of this battle, and the duel between the two was full of unknowns.

 Chen Xuan's sword moves became more and more sophisticated, and the sword light was dazzling. Every strike was a reflection of his superb sword skills, as if the Xinglong Sect Square was set on fire. But Baiyun remained on the defensive, as if waiting for a flaw, a mysterious aura enveloped him.

 The disciples were fascinated, and every confrontation was full of suspense and anticipation.

Chen Xuan's sword moves became more and more exquisite. Each sword carried his resolute sword intention and fiery sword energy. He seemed to be transformed into a Suzaku and danced in the square of Xinglong Sect. His sword moves were in full swing, and his offensive became more and more fierce. The sword light was like a blazing flame rising into the sky, and the sword energy swept across, setting off gusts of violent wind.

The white cloud's light curtain gradually became vulnerable under Chen Xuan's fierce attack. Chen Xuan's eyes flashed with sharp light. He noticed this flaw and launched a more fierce attack without hesitation.

 A sword light streaked across like a meteor, pointing directly at the fragile part of the white cloud's light curtain. Bai Yun's expression changed slightly. Although he remained calm, he could not hide the worry in his eyes.

The sword light tore through the light curtain, and a blazing sword energy instantly enveloped the white clouds. The sword's power surged, as if it wanted to devour him. Bai Yun tried his best to resist, but Chen Xuan's attack was so fierce that he was almost unable to deal with it.

　　The last sword fell, and Bai Yun could not resist it. He was repelled by the sword energy. He fell to the square, with a trace of blood seeping from his forehead.

The square fell into silence, and the disciples watched this scene in shock. Chen Xuan stood there with the sword still in his hand. His eyes swept across the white clouds, full of respect.

Bai Yun struggled to stand up, but his strength seemed to have been exhausted. He struggled hard, with a bit of helplessness and unwillingness in his eyes.

 “Chen Xuan wins!” The referee announced the result loudly, and the disciples in the Xinglong Sect Square burst into warm cheers, cheering for the fierceness and excitement of this battle.

Chen Xuan retracted his sword and walked to Bai Yun. He stretched out his hand to help Bai Yun up, his eyes full of respect and tolerance.

“Your swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, I admire you.” Bai Yun said with a trembling voice and a smile on his face.

 “You’re not bad, let’s fight again next time.” Chen Xuan smiled lightly, turned and left.

Bai Yun stood with difficulty and watched Chen Xuan go away. An indescribable emotion surged in his heart. This defeat may be an opportunity for him to grow.

 The disciples who were watching the battle left the square silently, deeply impressed by this wonderful duel.

After the disciples stayed in the Xinglong Sect Square, some elders were also watching the fierce battle. They were wearing gorgeous robes, with solemn expressions, and they paid serious attention to the battle.

One of the elders, named Elder Danyun, is one of the most prestigious senior elders in the Star Dragon Sect. He has a calm face and lowered his eyes as he stared at the battle between Chen Xuan and Bai Yun, his eyes flashing with deep thought.

"Chen Xuan's swordsmanship is superb. It is really not easy to break through Baiyun's defense so easily." Elder Danyun said to himself, he respected Chen Xuan's strength.

 At a corner of the square, Chen Xuan still stayed, staring at the competition venue. Although he had won the game, he did not leave. Instead, he continued to watch the game, as if thinking about something.

His brows wrinkled slightly, as if he was comprehending the experience and insights from the battle just now. The disciples around him gradually dispersed, but Chen Xuan still seemed to feel a little bit about the battle just now.

"Chen Xuan can stay, maybe he has some understanding." A senior brother said quietly. He was a little curious about Chen Xuan's staying, and seemed to be trying to figure out Chen Xuan's intentions.

 Chen Xuan stared at the open space in the square quietly, as if a glimmer of understanding flashed across his eyes. This battle brought him an unusual insight. Perhaps during the battle, he understood some of the essence of martial arts.

The people watching the battle gradually left, and the square gradually returned to tranquility. Only Chen Xuan still stayed there.

When the fourth game in Xinglongzong Square was about to begin, the referee walked up the steps. He raised the jade slip in his hand and announced in a loud voice: "In the fourth game, the two contestants are disciples Xuanhua and Qingyun. , please come on!”

Two contestants walked slowly onto the square. Xuan Hua was wearing a blue robe, and his eyes were deep, as if stars were twinkling in his eyes.

Qingyun, on the other hand, was dressed in a white robe, with a cold expression, and a faint breath exuding between his brows, like a breeze.

“Xuanhua and Qingyun, are you willing to participate in this competition?” the referee asked the two men solemnly.

"Yes!" Xuanhua and Qingyun said in unison, their voices calm and firm.

 “The game begins!” The referee raised the jade slip in his hand and put it down solemnly, indicating the start of the game.

　　The two of them each took a few steps back, their eyes intertwined firmly, and an exciting atmosphere filled the square.

Xuanhua raised his hands lightly, and a blue light burst out, condensing into a long cyan sword.

Qingyun tapped his fingers, and a clear white light flowed, turning into a plain white sword.

They stood upright, concentrating like swordsmen, ready to face the fierce competition. Xuanhua's eyes are deep and his sword energy is like the wind, full of elusive mystery.

 Qingyun's expression is peaceful and his sword intention is sharp.

The two men quickly started a duel, with swords flying horizontally and sword lights flashing. In an instant, a fierce atmosphere like a violent storm filled the entire square.

Xuanhua's sword moves are changeable, while Qingyun's sword technique is strong and fierce. Every sword strike is extremely precise and the edge is undisguised.

 The eyes of the disciples who were watching were all focused on the figures of these two people, and their admiration and expectations for their strength became more and more profound.

Xuanhua's sword posture is elegant, like a meteor streaking across. His sword moves are strange and changeable, and they are as fast as lightning. Xuanhua's swordsmanship seems to be fused with the depth of the stars, and each sword is unique.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, with sword lights interlacing and sword energy flowing horizontally. Xuanhua's sword moves were quick and varied, while Qingyun was calm and focused. Every strike was like a thunderous explosion. Their figures intertwined in the square, and the surrounding atmosphere was solemn and surging.

Xuanhua's sword is like water, turning into ripples and coming leisurely. Qingyun condensed a sword as sharp as a tiger, like a violent wind and rain.

“Xuanhua’s swordsmanship is mysterious.” An elder who was watching the battle praised and admired Xuanhua’s swordsmanship.

“Qingyun’s swordsmanship is fierce and precise, which is really elusive.” Another elder also expressed his praise and was deeply impressed by Qingyun’s swordsmanship.

The sword skills of the two are almost in contrast, one is soft and the other is strong, the other is fast and the other is accurate. Their sword moves are full of challenges.

 The disciples present watched intently. Every move and every move was a sign of understanding and exploration of the way of the sword.

The sword moves of the two became more and more exquisite, and people could not help but be fascinated by their swordsmanship. The fight between them seemed to tell the practitioners' unique insights into the way of swordsmanship.

Qingyun's sword intention is fierce, his sword moves are as powerful as breaking bamboo, and every strike is accurate and full of strength. His sword skills are strong and sharp. During the fight, his eyes shine with control of the battle and accurate judgment of the opponent.

The swordsmanship of the two men intertwined, as if they were the fusion of yin and yang in nature.

Xuanhua's sword moves are as graceful as poetry, and stars gradually appear as the sword energy flows, while Qingyun's expression is calm, and the sword moves are like wind and thunder, like the most arrogant wind and rain in the world.

The duel between them became more and more fierce, and every sword collision aroused violent sparks. Xuanhua's sword moves were unpredictable, and his sword skills were as coherent as running water, sometimes as sharp as a sharp blade, while Qingyun showed his sharpness in every strike, and his sword was like a torrent, and the sound of cutting through the air was like a knife cutting iron.

 Their swords moved against each other, as if they were exploring each other's limits. It seems that he is no longer exerting all his strength, but is waiting for something, and Qingyun's sword moves are getting sharper, as if he has realized something, and has accelerated the frequency of attacks.

Suddenly, Xuanhua Sword's moves changed, blooming like bright stars in the night sky.

A trace of surprise flashed in Qingyun's eyes, and he felt the unusual sword energy emanating from Xuanhua's body.

“It’s the subtle realm of swordsmanship!” someone present exclaimed, shocked by Xuanhua’s sudden change.

Everyone noticed that Xuanhua's sword moves became more profound, like the fascinating moonlight, and the sword intention became more mysterious, as if it contained infinite mysteries.

Qingyun watched Xuanhua warily. He also noticed the change in Xuanhua's sword intent. He no longer maintained his original offensive and slowed down the swing of the long sword in his hand. The two seemed to be in a delicate balance, but their sword moves became more and more profound.

 The disciples in the square were all shocked by this change. The battle between the two was no longer a simple competition, but a contest of swordsmanship.

At this time, the light of the sword in Xuanhua's hand was flowing, and the meaning of the sword was like a dream. Qingyun, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression, and the sword in his hand was condensed, as if it was a cold polar night.

 (End of this chapter)