Violent Dan Zun

Chapter 6772 The sword light dissipates

The confrontation between the two lasted for a moment. At that moment, the sword suddenly rose like the moon. The sword energy in Qingyun's hand condensed and suddenly shot out in a gradual manner.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Xuanhua's eyes, and the sword light and Qingyun's sword energy intertwined in the air. In an instant, the hearts of the disciples in the square seemed to have stopped.

However, what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations. At that moment, the intersection of the two swords' intentions actually showed a mysterious resonance, and the sword energy solidified in the air.

"This is..." The disciples looked at this sudden scene in surprise and listened in disbelief to the strange resonance of the two sword energies. In front of their eyes, a strange and gorgeous picture appeared like a dream.

Then, the sword light dissipated, and both Qingyun and Xuanhua stopped attacking, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding. The two of them looked at each other and felt an indescribable realization in their hearts, as if they had realized a higher level of swordsmanship at that moment.

The disciples were stunned. They had never seen such a scene before. Their sword intentions blended together, forming an indescribable state of transformation, which seemed to tell the most profound meaning of the sword. At this moment, it was not only a duel, but also A touch of kendo.

As the sword energy dissipated, Xuanhua and Qingyun nodded to each other, smiled at each other, and ended the duel as if they had a tacit understanding. They put away their swords, took a few steps back, and saluted each other.

 The disciples in the square were excited, and cheers resounded through the sky.

This competition was not only a fierce battle, but also a fascinating touch of swordsmanship. Everyone present was shocked by this scene.

After this shocking duel, Xuanhua and Qingyun's swordsmanship aroused everyone's admiration, and also triggered a burst of discussion and thinking among the Xinglong Sect disciples.

 This match ended in a draw.

 The next time, Chen Xuan was beaten again.

In the Xinglong Sect Square, the disciples watching the battle gathered together and talked a lot. Their eyes were fixed on Chen Xuan who was preparing to take the stage not far away. Some were full of curiosity and expectation for him, while others showed a trace of contempt. look.

"Look, isn't that Chen Xuan? I heard that the skills he practices are quite ordinary, how could he achieve anything in the competition?" Some disciples whispered with a trace of disdain in their eyes.

"Yes, I also heard that his cultivation level is not high. I'm afraid he can't even be considered a mid-level player." Another disciple sneered and had no expectations for Chen Xuan's performance.

 Besides, some elders were also talking among themselves.

"Although Chen Xuan's cultivation level is not particularly high, he is quite scheming in actual combat. He has some unexpected methods and may have some unexpected performances." An elder said in a deep voice, maintaining a trace of expectation for Chen Xuan. .

“But the skills he cultivates are indeed not eye-catching in the Xinglong Sect. I’m afraid it will be difficult to make a big breakthrough.” Another elder agreed, showing doubts about Chen Xuan.

 Chen Xuan stood in the middle of the square, staring at his opponent in front of him. He was smiling and calm, as if he didn't care about the comments around him.

Suddenly, a young disciple came forward and looked at Chen Xuan coldly.

“Chen Xuan, with your level of cultivation, you dare to participate in the competition. Aren’t you afraid of losing face?” He said provocatively, speaking as loudly as possible to attract the attention of the crowd.

 Chen Xuan raised his head and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, the game will be decided." He responded calmly, with a calm and confident look in his eyes.

 “Haha, it seems that you are overestimating your own capabilities! Such a low-level disciple dares to belittle oneself without knowing how high the sky is!” The provocative disciple laughed, causing some people around him to boo.

The audience present were talking a lot. Some people had a rather cold attitude towards Chen Xuan, even ridiculing and contemptuously. Chen Xuan's expression remained calm. He seemed to have been accustomed to such eyes and comments on him.

Not far away, some elders were also whispering to each other.

“Perhaps he has some trump cards.” An elder said softly, maintaining a glimmer of hope for Chen Xuan.

"However, in terms of cultivation, he is indeed not comparable to other disciples." Another elder said with a hint of worry.

Chen Xuan's opponent came on stage and glanced around. He looked at Chen Xuan and smiled sarcastically.

“Chen Xuan, I want to see what abilities you, a low-level disciple, have.” His tone was arrogant, looking down on Chen Xuan in front of him.

Chen Xuan smiled softly: "Don't be impatient. The game has begun. We will see the result later."

 The eyes of everyone present were focused on the two of them, and they all had different expectations in their hearts.

 The game was about to begin. Chen Xuan faced the challenge with a calm attitude. He took a deep breath.

 The game has begun. The opponent quickly launched a powerful spell attack, and the flames attacked Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan frowned slightly, but did not panic. There was a touch of calmness and thinking in his eyes.

“It seems that the challenge is not small.” Chen Xuan whispered to himself, his figure was as agile as a swimming dragon. He quickly dodged and avoided the attack of the sky fire, walking lightly as if he was dancing.

 The opponent's attacks became more and more fierce, but Chen Xuan remained calm and alert. He kept moving and accurately avoided every attack, leaving no opportunity for his opponent to take advantage of.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's body swayed. His speed was so fast that it was elusive. In an instant, he appeared next to his opponent. This fast movement was surprising, and it seemed to exceed the limits of ordinary people.

The opponent was surprised and angry, but Chen Xuan did not stop. Although his moves were unobtrusive, they were precise and fierce. Every attack targets the opponent's weaknesses, full of dexterity and skills that are hard to guard against.

 The audience marveled at Chen Xuan's movement like a ghost, skillfully avoiding the opponent's attacks and then fighting back in unexpected ways. Although his sword moves were not fierce, every attack hit the mark and was accurate. As time passed by, Chen Xuan always remained calm and calm. His eyes were clear and firm, as if he had seen every move of his opponent and how to deal with it.

The opponent's attacks gradually became exhausted, but Chen Xuan remained calm and relaxed, with a faint smile on his eyebrows, as if he had expected such an outcome.

 Finally, Chen Xuan hit his opponent's flaw with an exquisite sword move, causing him to lose his balance. Then, he used an exquisite movement to quickly get behind his opponent and deliver a fatal blow with lightning speed.

There was a brief silence in the square, and then there was a burst of warm cheers. Chen Xuan's performance was shocking, and the movement and swordsmanship he displayed were breathtaking.

At this time, when a young disciple watched Chen Xuan leave, he couldn't help but show a cold smile. This young man was Han Yun's senior brother, named Lin Feng.

Lin Feng’s brows were furrowed, and strong resentment welled up in his heart. His eyes flashed fiercely, as if hinting at some kind of ominous premonition.

"Chen Xuan, you won't be proud for long!" Lin Feng said coldly to himself, staring at the direction where Chen Xuan disappeared. His fists were clenched tightly, full of resentment and dissatisfaction with Chen Xuan.

As Han Yun's senior brother, Lin Feng has always been dissatisfied with Chen Xuan. He felt that Chen Xuan was a person who should not receive so much attention and praise, and this view slowly expanded in his heart.

"Why does this guy attract so much attention?!" This thought kept echoing in Lin Feng's heart. His heart was filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards Chen Xuan. He vowed to make Chen Xuan pay for it at some point in the future. cost.

Lin Feng turned around and left indifferently, his back showing a coldness and cruelty. He had already hatched some kind of ulterior plan for Chen Xuan, and deep in his heart burned a strong hatred and desire for revenge against Chen Xuan.

 He knew that tomorrow would be a battle between him and Chen Xuan.

In Xinglong Sect, the sect competition is approaching. Lin Feng harbors hatred. His junior brother Han Yun was brutally killed, and the culprit was Chen Xuan. This news aroused Lin Feng's inner anger, and he decided to compete in the sect competition. Seek justice for my junior brother.

“Lin Feng, you must be careful, Chen Xuan’s swordsmanship is extremely powerful.” Han Yun’s friend advised him during his lifetime.

"I must seek justice for Han Yun." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with determination: "I will never let the person who killed Han Yun go unpunished."

 In the Zongmen Square, the Zongmen Competition officially began. Many disciples gathered together, and the atmosphere was tense and full of expectations. Chen Xuan, dressed in white as snow, surrounded by sword energy, stood alone among the crowd, scanning the surroundings with indifferent eyes. The Lin Feng beside him exuded a strong murderous aura, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"Chen Xuan, you are not worthy of being a member of our Star Dragon Sect!" Lin Feng's voice was as cold as frost, and he challenged Chen Xuan.

 Chen Xuan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Feng, without any concession in his eyes: "Han Yun's death has nothing to do with me, but if you insist on challenging, I will not show mercy."

The confrontation between the two caught the attention of the audience, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of battle there would be. When the competition began, the disciples showed off their cultivation skills one after another, with sword energy soaring into the sky and sky fire dancing. But Lin Feng's eyes were always locked on Chen Xuan, with overwhelming hatred.

As the game progressed, Lin Feng continued to approach Chen Xuan, and his offensive became more and more fierce. Chen Xuan responded calmly, but he was already alert to something wrong.

Suddenly, Lin Feng launched a fierce attack, and a sharp sword energy hit Chen Xuan at a shocking speed. Chen Xuan's eyes flashed, and he used the Suzaku Sword Technique without hesitation, and the sword shadow danced like fire from the sky.

 Swords collided with each other, and the sword energy surged.

Everyone present was stunned and shocked by Chen Xuan's swordsmanship. However, he noticed that there was a conspiracy hidden in his opponent's offensive.

"The secret method of time and space!" A trace of determination flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He activated the secret method on his body without hesitation, and his body disappeared in an instant.

Lin Feng showed a look of astonishment, but had no time to react. Chen Xuan appeared out of thin air behind him and stabbed his opponent's vital part with a sword.

 “Suzaku Divine Soul!” Chen Xuan shouted in a low voice, the sky fire was blazing on the sword, the sword edge was approaching, and the opponent was enveloped in it.

Lin Feng possesses the strength of the mid-sixth level of Shenlong Po Shen, and showed amazing fighting skills in the sect competition. His swordsmanship is like a violent storm, swift and sharp, and every sword contains powerful power. and complex sword intent.

 In the duel with Chen Xuan, Lin Feng's offensive became more and more sharp.

The sword energy is like a dragon, trying to break through Chen Xuan's defense with every blow.

Chen Xuan faced it calmly, but he could not hide the pressure.

Lin Feng's strength exceeded his expectations, and he had to do his best to deal with every move and style.

"Chen Xuan, you are a murderer!" Lin Feng roared, and his sword skills became more violent, as if he wanted to cut the surrounding air into pieces.

 Chen Xuan frowned slightly. He was not a heartless person, but the opponent in front of him no longer listened to any explanation. The fighting spirit in his heart rose, and he waved the Suzaku Sword in his hand, trying to resist Lin Feng's attack.

The sword light was bright, the sword energy was surging, and the battle between the two set off a storm in the Zongmen Square.

Lin Feng's ferocious offensive gradually pushed Chen Xuan into trouble, and every sword move threatened his life.

 Chen Xuan thought calmly. Faced with Lin Feng's crazy attack, he began to adjust his tactics and look for loopholes to deal with Shenlong Poshen. He tried to find and exploit Lin Feng's weakness in the battle, although this weakness was not obvious.

 (End of this chapter)