Violent Dan Zun

 Chapter 6791 The Amazing Potential

 Within Xinglong Sect, due to consecutive defeats and a previous defeat, the entire sect was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

In the main hall, the elders and disciples of the Star Dragon Sect were silent, with a trace of disappointment and helplessness in their eyes. The result of that game was a heavy blow to them, especially when fighting against a force like the Blood Mark Immortal Sect. In the duel, every defeat was like a knife cutting into their hearts.

The elders frowned, realizing that the morale of the sect was gradually declining. Not only the elders, but also some young disciples felt this heavy atmosphere. The glory of the past seems to have been diluted by one defeat after another.

"This is not the style of our Star Dragon Sect." An elder said in a deep voice, trying to boost everyone's morale, but no matter how forcefully he spoke, the entire sect was still shrouded in silence.

 In the courtyard, the originally lively and lively disciples seemed a little depressed. The previous confidence and vitality seemed to have been weakened by this series of losses, and they were all silently thinking about how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The new disciples of the Star Dragon Sect looked at each other. They realized that the sect's situation had become difficult. Every competition was a test of their strength, but consecutive failures made them feel more stressed.

“What’s wrong with us?” A young disciple asked in a low voice. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. The other disciples also looked puzzled. They didn’t know how to reverse such a decadent atmosphere.

The elders and core disciples of Xinglong Sect began to think and try to find ways to boost their morale. They understood that the defeat was only temporary, but for the sect, every defeat was a big blow.

"We can't be discouraged!" An elder suddenly said: "This is just a game. The strength of the sect does not lie in temporary success or failure."

 But even with such encouragement, the morale of the Star Dragon Sect is still dim. They need more confidence and victory to rekindle the sect's vitality and re-establish the sect's majesty.

In the silence, the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect gradually realized that only by practicing harder and continuously improving their own strength can the sect regain its former glory.

The young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect became proud of themselves in their territory. The leading young man was a young monk with a slender figure and sharp eyes. He was holding a wooden sword, and the tip of the sword gently exuded a sharp aura. The sword energy seemed to show his own arrogance and confidence.

“Haha, those guys from the Star Dragon Sect are so useless!” He laughed excitedly and said to his companions: “Their strength is only like this, and they are not worthy of fighting against our Blood Mark Immortal Sect.”

His words were full of disdain and ridicule, revealing an aura of pride. The surrounding young monks from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect also mocked the Star Dragon Sect's failure and strength.

"The disciples of the Star Dragon Sect are just a bunch of trash!" A young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect said provocatively: "They don't know how to practice at all. How can they compare with such a noble Blood Pattern Immortal Sect like us?"

These words were full of arrogance and arrogance, putting the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect directly into anger and humiliation.

Some disciples of the Star Dragon Sect could not help but darken their faces, feeling angry at the ridicule, but they knew that the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect did have an advantage in strength and reputation at the moment, which made it impossible for them to refute the opponent verbally.

"They are just self-righteous guys." A young disciple of the Star Dragon Sect held his breath. Although their hearts were full of anger, they also knew the strength behind the other party's words.

This taunt made the atmosphere within the Star Dragon Sect even heavier. Faced with this provocation, they were unable to refute effectively except for their unwillingness.

“We don’t need to pay attention to them.” An elder from the Star Dragon Sect said in a deep voice, trying to stabilize everyone’s mood: “It doesn’t matter what they say. What matters is our own practice.”

Although the elders tried to calm everyone's emotions, the ridicule of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect still aroused a sense of resentment within the Star Dragon Sect. Such arrogant and provocative words made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect feel depressed and unwilling. Understand that only by practicing harder can you respond to the other party's provocation with strength.

At this moment, Chen Xuan had been meditating in the Star Dragon Sect, but when the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect began to ridicule the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect, he stood up.

His eyes were deep and he walked slowly towards the place where everyone gathered. His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"The strength of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect is indeed admirable." Chen Xuan's voice was steady and calm, without any anger at all. He just said calmly: "But strength should not make people lose their basic respect and humility."

There was no anger or hostility in his words, but they deeply hit the self-esteem of the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect. Chen Xuan's aura seemed to be a kind of suppression, making everyone present feel an invisible oppression. .

The faces of the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect changed slightly when they heard Chen Xuan's words. They couldn't help but feel a pressure from Chen Xuan, as if the sudden appearance of Chen Xuan was an insurmountable wall.

“Who are you?!” Someone among the young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect asked aloud. They were puzzled and surprised by Chen Xuan’s sudden appearance.

“I am a member of the Star Dragon Sect, just like you.” Chen Xuan replied calmly, his voice full of calmness and confidence.

Chen Xuan's appearance gave the Xinglong Sect's disciples a glimmer of hope and confidence. Although they knew that the Blood Mark Immortal Sect was powerful, Chen Xuan's aura and attitude gave them some confidence, as if suggesting that Xinglong Zong is not without the power to fight back.

The young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect smiled mockingly.

 “Newcomer, what do you know? Here, only strength will win respect.”

 Chen Xuan took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes, and he slowly pulled out the wooden sword from his waist, his movements revealing a sense of calmness and determination. At the beginning of the game, Chen Xuan did not use a fierce offensive. On the contrary, his swordsmanship is light and precise, and each move contains unique connotations. Although his sword power is not sharp, it contains profound mysteries.

The young monks of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect did not take it lightly and took action with all their strength.

The sword was fierce, trying to suppress Chen Xuan.

“Chen Xuan’s swordsmanship is so unique!” The crowd around them began to watch the duel. Although Chen Xuan’s swordsmanship was not intense, it was full of talent and skill.

The disciples present gradually understood that the swordsmanship practiced by Chen Xuan was not ordinary. Although it was not violent, there was a deep meaning hidden in the sword moves.

 The battle became more and more intense, but Chen Xuan gradually adapted to his opponent's attacks, and his sword skills became more and more proficient, as if he had seen through his opponent's weaknesses.

"That's right!" Chen Xuan suddenly stopped attacking, his voice was calm and confident: "Practice is for protection and understanding."

 Chen Xuan and the young monks from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect faced each other, and the atmosphere on the field was tense and intense.

“Chen Xuan, do you think you are qualified to compete with our Blood Pattern Immortal Sect?” the leading young monk from the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect sneered.

 Chen Xuan was silent, with a look of determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, stared at his opponent steadily, and quietly pulled out the wooden sword at his waist.

 At the beginning of the competition, Chen Xuan's body was as agile as the wind, and his sword moves were elegant and whistling. He was not impatient. Every move and every move was as smooth as clouds and water, with a calm and composed temperament.

The young monk of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect sneered at Chen Xuan's swordsmanship and thought it was easy to deal with. However, as the battle progressed, he gradually discovered that Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

 Chen Xuan's sword moves are fierce and mysterious, and every swing seems to contain a profound connotation. Although his sword moves are not sharp, they contain an invisible deterrent.

As time passed, the battle between sword moves became more intense. Chen Xuan's sword moves became whistling and accurate. He seemed to be able to deal with the opponent's attacks with ease, and gradually found a way to decipher the opponent's sword skills.

“This newcomer is so powerful!” Seeing Chen Xuan’s performance, the disciples outside the court began to burst into exclamations and cheers.

The young monk of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect began to feel pressure. His offensive was gradually defused by Chen Xuan, and he was gradually at a disadvantage. He wanted to change the situation, but Chen Xuan's swordsmanship seemed to have understood the opponent's attack pattern.

Chen Xuan held the Vermilion Bird Sword in his hand. The sword glow was like fire, and it passed quickly. The disciples of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect were retreating one after another. The sky fire aura surged and enveloped the enemy. The immortal fire-like aura enveloped the enemy with destruction. The Blood Pattern Immortal Sect was defeated. Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect cheered excitedly, their eyes filled with admiration and expectation for Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan stood in the middle of the battlefield, his Vermilion Bird sword held high, his eyes flashing with fierce fighting spirit. The Blood Pattern Immortal Sect was defeated. Their tragic situation made the disciples of the Star Dragon Sect have high morale, as if they were surging with infinite power. Chen Xuan Staring at the cheering crowd around him, there was a hint of arrogance and determination under his indifferent face.

“Disciples of the Star Dragon Sect!” His voice was low and powerful, resounding throughout the valley: “Today’s battle is just the beginning.

 The situation in the Cangshen Realm is changing, and the challenges in the future will be more difficult and dangerous. What we need is not just victory, but also unity and hard work. Only in this way can we meet the challenges ahead. "

After hearing Chen Xuan's words, the disciples of Xinglong Sect all showed firm expressions, as if they had heard the voice of overcoming difficulties. They looked at Chen Xuan with admiration, and their hearts were full of hope and confidence for the future.

"Chen Xuan, do you think you can run rampant in the Blue God Realm?" The young master's voice was sharp, and his words were full of provocation: "Today, on behalf of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, I am here to take your life!"

 Chen Xuan had an expressionless face, holding the Vermillion Bird Sword, and stared at his opponent indifferently.

"If you were one of my men, I would spare your life." His voice was calm and cold, without any mercy.

The two men were confronting each other. The atmosphere was tense and fierce. The young master took a step forward, and the sword light flashed. In an instant, countless blood lines wrapped around his body like poisonous snakes, forming layers of strange protection.

 Chen Xuan's eyes were indifferent, and he suddenly swung the Vermilion Bird Sword in his hand. Thousands of sword shadows pierced the sky, carrying blazing sky fire towards the young master. The sword energy was like a rainbow, extremely sharp.

The young master did not retreat. He was extremely proficient in swordsmanship and his movements were whizzing by abnormally. As the long sword with blood patterns in his hand danced, the sword light bloomed, defeating all Chen Xuan's sword shadows. The blood patterns around his body seemed to be alive. , firmly blocking Chen Xuan's attack.

The battle fell into a stalemate, the two men clashed with each other's swords, and the sky fire and blood patterns intertwined in the air, creating a dazzling light.

The surrounding Xinglong Sect disciples witnessed this thrilling battle. They were worried about Chen Xuan and admired his swordsmanship.

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed with cold light, his sword moves became more fierce, the shadow of the sword burned like heavenly fire, the power of Suzaku's sword technique became more and more obvious, there was a scorching heavenly fire aura between the sword moves, as if it was going to burn everything.

 (End of this chapter)