Violent Dan Zun

Chapter 6774 Lin Feng

 On the night Chen Xuan left, he felt calm inside.

“This battle is the beginning.” Chen Xuan whispered.

 His figure gradually faded away and merged into the night.

In the courtyard of Xinglong Sect, it was quiet and deep. Chen Xuan was sitting alone in the courtyard, with his eyes slightly closed, and a faint aura exuded from his body.

In the distance, a figure suddenly appeared. It was Lin Feng, who had previously lost to Chen Xuan in the competition. His expression was still fanatical, with a hint of provocation and unwillingness in his eyes.

"Chen Xuan!" Lin Feng's voice was full of anger: "Do you think it's great that you defeated me?"

 Chen Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes with a deep look: "Have you not given up yet?"

"Give up? I won't!" Lin Feng said angrily: "What qualifications does an aloof guy like you have to claim to be powerful?"

Chen Xuan smiled slightly: "So what if I'm aloof? I only care about my cultivation."

Lin Feng was furious: "Do you think you are the chosen one? I will definitely surpass you!"

Chen Xuan said calmly: "Then just work hard."

Lin Feng was extremely angry. He raised his hand suddenly, and a strong wind condensed into a long sword with sharp sword energy, and stabbed towards Chen Xuan.

A touch of indifference flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and the Suzaku sword in his hand was unsheathed. The sword's light was sharp. He was not afraid at all and faced Lin Feng's challenge.

The sword energy of the two people collided fiercely in the courtyard, the sword light was dazzling, and the sword moves were continuous. Lin Feng launched attacks frantically, but Chen Xuan responded calmly, and every move was accurate and ruthless.

 “Do you think you are invincible?” Lin Feng roared, his momentum undiminished.

"Invincible? That's your own imagination." Chen Xuan said calmly, the sword light in his eyes became even more fierce.

During the battle, Lin Feng was obviously at a disadvantage, but he refused to admit defeat at all. His eyes were full of enthusiasm and persistence, as if he wanted to prove his unyielding and tenacity.

 Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was as smooth as running water as he moved from move to move. He had no violent aura.

“Give up, Lin Feng.” Chen Xuan’s voice was calm: “Your violence will only make you sink deeper.”

Lin Feng waved his sword angrily, but was still unable to break through Chen Xuan's defense. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes gradually became a little depressed.

 “No…impossible!” Lin Feng slammed down the sword in his hand, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes.

 Chen Xuan put away his sword and looked at Lin Feng calmly: "You still need to calm down."

Lin Feng panted and took a few steps back, sitting slumped on the stone steps of the courtyard.

His heart was full of struggle and unwillingness, but he could not deny the reality before him.

 "Chen Xuan..." Lin Feng murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of complex emotions.

Chen Xuan said nothing.

Lin Feng was wallowing in his own failures and setbacks, and his inner reluctance made him unable to calm down. When night enveloped the Xinglong Sect, he appeared next to Chen Xuan again, holding a sharp long sword.

 "Chen Xuan!" Lin Feng's voice was almost fanatical: "I will not admit defeat! How can you be better than me?"

 Chen Xuan's eyes were calm, without the slightest surprise or anger: "What are you doing here again?"

Lin Feng waved the sword energy in his hand uncontrollably. The sword light drew a bright arc in the night sky and stabbed towards Chen Xuan suddenly.

 Chen Xuan's figure flashed, and the Vermillion Bird Sword in his hand was unsheathed like lightning. The sword energy condensed and faced Lin Feng's offensive.

 Two sword energies intertwined in the night, making a harsh collision sound.

Lin Feng's offensive was fierce and violent, but Chen Xuan's sword moves were calm and calm.

"Chen Xuan, you can't be stronger than me!" Lin Feng's voice was full of unwillingness and roaring.

“Strength and weakness are just a state.” Chen Xuan said in a calm voice, “But your persistence will keep you where you are forever.”

Lin Feng's sword moves became more and more violent, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger, but Chen Xuan did not panic, and each move accurately defused the opponent's offensive.

 “You arrogant guy!” Lin Feng roared angrily, and his sword moves became even more fierce.

 The fire in Chen Xuan's eyes gradually rose: "I'm not aloof, but I know what I want."

Sword energy was flying, Lin Feng's offensive gradually slowed down, and his physical strength began to fail, but he still refused to give up. He tried his best, but could not get rid of Chen Xuan's control.

 “It’s over.” Chen Xuan’s voice was calm, but full of determination.

The power of the Vermilion Bird Sword was sublimated again, and the sword energy condensed into a sea of ​​fire, enveloping Lin Feng.

Lin Feng struggled, but could no longer break free.

 “No! Impossible!” Lin Feng let out a desperate roar, but in the end his figure disappeared in the power of the Suzaku sword.

 Chen Xuan slowly retracted his sword. There was no ecstasy in his eyes, only deep helplessness and sadness. He knew that Lin Feng's persistence and unwillingness finally led him to the path of no return.

 He does not want to be enemies with others, but some things have to be done.

“This is the last time.” Chen Xuan’s voice was low, and his eyes traced an afterimage in the night.

Under the silent night of the Star Dragon Sect, the battle between Chen Xuan and Lin Feng continued, and Lin Feng's unwilling voice continued to echo.

 “Chen Xuan, I won’t give up!”

 Chen Xuan frowned slightly, he didn't want to make things worse. Just as he was trying to stop Lin Feng's attack, a black shadow suddenly appeared and rushed towards Lin Feng quickly and silently.

Lin Feng was caught off guard, and a shimmering hidden weapon penetrated his body. He let out a shrill scream. His body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground tremblingly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"No...impossible..." Lin Feng said tremblingly, blood pouring out of his mouth.

A trace of surprise and confusion flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He immediately rushed towards Lin Feng, but it was already too late.

 Under the dim light, Chen Xuan fell next to Lin Feng. Lin Feng's life was passing by. His eyes were full of endless unwillingness and confusion, but there was a bitter smile on his lips.

At this moment, a figure slowly approached. He was an elder from the Star Dragon Sect, with a trace of residual aura in his hand. His eyes rested on Lin Feng, with a hint of sadness and hesitation in his eyes.

Chen Xuan looked at the elder with sharp eyes: "Who are you?" The elder shook his head, seeming to be shocked by what happened.

Suddenly, the lights in the courtyard were flickering, and several figures came in a hurry, they were other disciples of the Star Dragon Sect.

 “What happened?” a disciple asked eagerly.

 Chen Xuan looked livid and pointed at Lin Feng who fell to the ground: "He...was killed."

The disciples were shocked. They hurriedly lifted up Lin Feng's body, only to find a strange hidden weapon.

“This is...a hidden weapon that has never been seen in the sect!” A disciple exclaimed.

 Chen Xuan's eyes were cold, and there were thousands of thoughts in his mind. He knew that there must be a deeper conspiracy hidden behind this.

"This is by no means a simple personal feud." Chen Xuan's voice was cold and firm: "There is someone behind all this."

 The disciples looked at each other and fell into silence. Such a **** incident occurred within the Star Dragon Sect, which made them feel unprecedented fear and uneasiness.

 “We must notify the suzerain immediately!” someone suggested.

 Chen Xuan didn't say much, feeling guilty and sad about Lin Feng's death. He knew that this matter was far more complicated than it seemed.

 The Xinglong Sect fell into chaos and tension. The elders were talking a lot. Lin Feng's death caused a huge shock, and the sect was shrouded in endless doubts and panic.

In the sect hall, an elder stepped forward, his eyes full of suspicion and anger, and his target was directed at Chen Xuan.

 “Chen Xuan, you killed Lin Feng!” The elder’s voice was sharp, and his words were full of accusations.

 Chen Xuan stood in the middle of the hall. Facing everyone's doubts, he frowned slightly and said calmly: "Elder, this is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Can you explain it clearly?" There was sarcasm in the elder's voice.

Chen Xuan said calmly: "I didn't do it."

"This is impossible!" the elder shouted angrily: "You and Lin Feng are at odds, you have a motive!"

"Motive is not evidence." Chen Xuan's voice was calm: "I only fought with Lin Feng, but I was not his murderer."

"Who will believe you?" The elder sneered: "You have great power, enough to kill him."

"Is this the basis for your judgment? Strength?" Chen Xuan's voice was still calm: "If you can judge the guilt based on strength, wouldn't the sect become a place where power is supreme?"

“You are a dangerous existence!” The elder said in a stern voice, “The sect cannot tolerate your existence!”

Everyone was talking a lot, some agreed with the elder's words, and some were skeptical. Chen Xuan was speechless. He knew that this dispute would not be easily settled, and it made him feel extremely angry and helpless.

The atmosphere in the Zongmen Hall was tense, but Chen Xuan was as clear as a mirror. He knew that he could not change others' perceptions of him through verbal disputes.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe stepped into the hall. He stood tall and straight, and his eyes revealed deep wisdom.

 “Sect Master!” All the disciples saluted and paid tribute to the visitor.

 The arrival of the sect master immediately attracted everyone's attention, and he returned to the main hall quietly.

 “What happened?” The patriarch’s voice was gentle and steady.

“Lin Feng was killed, and Chen Xuan was suspected to be the murderer!” The elder immediately reported the seriousness of the situation.

The sect leader stared at Chen Xuan, with an elusive meaning in his eyes.

"Chen Xuan, what do you have to say about this?" The sect master's tone was calm but full of authority.

 Chen Xuan's eyes were firm. He knew that this was the moment for him to explain: "Sect Master, I have no motive to kill Lin Feng, let alone do such a thing."

 “Where is the evidence?” The sect leader frowned slightly: “Everyone’s doubts are not unfounded.”

"This is unjust!" Chen Xuan said firmly, "I need time to find out the truth."

The sect leader nodded slowly: "Don't make rash assertions about this matter. You have three days. If you cannot provide evidence to prove your innocence, you will have to accept the sect's punishment."

Everyone was talking about it, and the suzerain's ruling seemed fair and severe.

 Chen Xuan took a deep look at the sect leader and knew in his heart that this was the last chance. He must find the truth and pay back his innocence.

 While the hall was in chaos, the sect leader decided a deadline, and Chen Xuan faced extremely huge pressure and challenges.

 He must find the truth and prove his innocence, otherwise he will face punishment and expulsion from the sect.

When Chen Xuan left the hall and returned to his courtyard, the atmosphere around him became extremely heavy.

 It was quiet in the courtyard, with only the gentle sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

 He felt depressed and uneasy because he knew that he had become the center of attention. The disciples looked at him from time to time, full of suspicion and wariness.

 There was a disciple sent by the elder in the courtyard to monitor Chen Xuan's every move.

This disciple has a serious expression and sharp eyes, as if he is ready to record any of Chen Xuan's actions at any time.

 Chen Xuan didn't mind the surveillance because he knew that he was in the midst of a storm within the sect. He walked quietly to his practice room without saying anything and began to practice in seclusion.

 In this depressing atmosphere, he felt the alienation and doubts from his disciples. They were once his fellow disciples, but now they have become so strange, which made him feel a deep helplessness in his heart.

In any case, Chen Xuan knew that the most important thing now was to find evidence. His heart was as calm as water. Although the surrounding environment became complicated, he remained firm.

As night fell, the disciples in the courtyard gradually dispersed, but there were still one or two disciples stationed around the courtyard, responsible for monitoring Chen Xuan's every move.

Chen Xuan doesn't mind this kind of surveillance. He firmly believes in his innocence and knows that time is his only chance to prove the truth.

 The courtyard was quiet, with only the faint sound coming from the night wind blowing through the treetops.

Chen Xuan sat quietly in the practice room, holding the unfamiliar hidden weapon in his hand, deep in thought. The hidden weapon shimmered with dim light and looked particularly dignified in his hand.

 (End of this chapter)