Chapter 6797 Mysterious changes
A flash of horror flashed in the red bloodless eyes. He resisted with all his strength, and the blood-marked swordsmanship exploded with the strongest defense, trying to block this fatal blow.
However, at this critical moment, a scorching sword energy penetrated his defense and went straight to his heart.
Chixue Wushuang paused, and he instantly felt a burning sensation. The sword energy penetrated his heart, and severe pain surged into his heart. He gasped hard, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.
The valley fell into dead silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The disciples of Xinglong Sect were shocked when they saw this scene. This thrilling battle ended with Chen Xuan's victory.
Chen Xuan slowly put away his sword moves, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes. He did not stop, turned around and left, leaving behind a place filled with surging fighting spirit and shocked disciples.
The Blood Pattern Immortal Sect's face was ashen, but he was really suffering and couldn't tell.
"Farewell!"
After saying that, the group left in a grand manner.
Inside the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The news that Chixue Wushuang was defeated by Chen Xuan quickly spread throughout the entire Immortal Sect, which shocked the disciples of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect and aroused strong anger and unwillingness.
The elders' faces were ashen. They originally expected Chixue Wushuang to defeat Chen Xuan and save the Immortal Sect's face, but the result was an unacceptable defeat.
"This Chen Xuan is so presumptuous! He dares to humiliate our Blood Pattern Immortal Sect like this!" An elder said through gritted teeth, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.
"We can't bear this kind of shame! We must take action to completely suppress this arrogant person!" Another elder's eyes were blazing and he was fierce. It was obvious that he was extremely dissatisfied with such a result.
Within the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, the angry atmosphere continued to escalate, and some disciples began to gather, their faces filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Chen Xuan is so arrogant! He must pay the price!" Some disciples roared angrily. They were extremely angry at Chen Xuan's actions.
"We can't sit idly by! We want to avenge the Scarlet Blood Wushuang!" Some young disciples were furious. They were driven by anger and longed to restore the dignity of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect.
The elders were well aware of the impact of this defeat on the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, and they decided to take action to deal with Chen Xuan personally. They believed that only by completely suppressing this arrogant man could they save the Immortal Sect's face.
The atmosphere in the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect is becoming increasingly tense, and the disciples are filled with anger and uneasiness. They are eager for revenge, and they are eager to make Chen Xuan pay the price in order to quell the Immortal Sect's anger and dissatisfaction.
After this fierce battle, the turmoil and anger within the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect was like a burning fire, lighting up the entire night sky of the Immortal Sect.
Chen Xuan, on the other hand, left with his conscience and silently stepped into his courtyard, away from the noisy sound of the crowd.
The courtyard is quiet and quiet, and the quiet atmosphere is filled with the faint fragrance of green grass.
He stood quietly in the courtyard, the breeze blowing by, gently blowing the corners of his robe. His eyes revealed a hint of exhaustion, but his heart was filled with determination.
Chen Xuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and devoted his mind to practice. He began to mobilize the heavenly fire spiritual energy in his body, feeling the hot power flowing through his body.
The Heavenly Fire Spiritual Energy was like surging Heavenly Fire, flowing around Chen Xuan's body, emitting a strange fiery luster. He began to control this Spiritual Energy, and began to practice his swordsmanship in the purest way.
In the courtyard, the sword light shines like heavenly fire. Chen Xuan holds the Vermilion Bird Sword. The sword moves change like lightning and flint. Every move and every move contains profound sword intent.
His practice is not a superficial swing, but every sword and every move is executed after careful consideration. There is a restrained but extremely sharp aura between the sword moves, like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, ready to burst out at any time. the power of.
Chen Xuan's mind was completely devoted to the practice of swordsmanship. Every swing was an exploration and understanding of the meaning of the sword. He was deeply involved in it, constantly adjusting the strength and speed of each movement, as well as the subtle changes of the sword moves.
During the practice, he suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was comprehending some mystery. He suddenly held the Suzaku Sword and danced the shadow of the sword, creating a series of shocking sword scenes.
As time went by, the sky became darker, the stars were dotted, and the Milky Way was like silk, but Chen Xuan did not stop practicing and longed for deeper understanding.
Every swing is the pursuit of the sword, and every display is the transcendence of one's own realm. The sky fire aura flowing in his body seems to present a mysterious and wonderful resonance with the power of the stars.
As the practice deepened, Chen Xuan's state of mind gradually calmed down, and the spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized. He seemed to be one with the sword, calm and firm, and continued to practice silently in his courtyard.
After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of morning light fell in the courtyard, Chen Xuan's practice was over. He slowly put down the Suzaku Sword in his hand, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.
"I still need to be more diligent in this battle." Chen Xuan thought silently in his heart.
Golden Dragon Pagoda, a famous training place within the sect.
On the mountain path leading to the Golden Dragon Pagoda, Chen Xuan was immersed in the atmosphere of practice, with the wind blowing on his face.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure floating in the distance. As the soft laughter sounded, he turned around and saw a girl walking slowly.
"Chen Xuan!" A clear voice came, and the girl walked leisurely to Chen Xuan.
The girl's name is Yachen, and like Chen Xuan, she is an outer disciple of the Star Dragon Sect.
"Ya Chen!" Chen Xuan greeted her with a smile, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's so great!" Yachen said happily: "Are you also coming to the Golden Dragon Pagoda to practice?"
A flash of horror flashed in the red bloodless eyes. He resisted with all his strength, and the blood-marked swordsmanship exploded with the strongest defense, trying to block this fatal blow.
However, at this critical moment, a scorching sword energy penetrated his defense and went straight to his heart.
Chixue Wushuang paused, and he instantly felt a burning sensation. The sword energy penetrated his heart, and severe pain surged into his heart. He gasped hard, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.
The valley fell into dead silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The disciples of Xinglong Sect were shocked when they saw this scene. This thrilling battle ended with Chen Xuan's victory.
Chen Xuan slowly put away his sword moves, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes. He did not stop, turned around and left, leaving behind a place filled with surging fighting spirit and shocked disciples.
The Blood Pattern Immortal Sect's face was ashen, but he was really suffering and couldn't tell.
"Farewell!"
After saying that, the group left in a grand manner.
Inside the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The news that Chixue Wushuang was defeated by Chen Xuan quickly spread throughout the entire Immortal Sect, which shocked the disciples of the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect and aroused strong anger and unwillingness.
The elders' faces were ashen. They originally expected Chixue Wushuang to defeat Chen Xuan and save the Immortal Sect's face, but the result was an unacceptable defeat.
"This Chen Xuan is so presumptuous! He dares to humiliate our Blood Pattern Immortal Sect like this!" An elder said through gritted teeth, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.
"We can't bear this kind of shame! We must take action to completely suppress this arrogant person!" Another elder's eyes were blazing and he was fierce. It was obvious that he was extremely dissatisfied with such a result.
Within the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, the angry atmosphere continued to escalate, and some disciples began to gather, their faces filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Chen Xuan is so arrogant! He must pay the price!" Some disciples roared angrily. They were extremely angry at Chen Xuan's actions.
"We can't sit idly by! We want to avenge the Scarlet Blood Wushuang!" Some young disciples were furious. They were driven by anger and longed to restore the dignity of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect.
The elders were well aware of the impact of this defeat on the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect, and they decided to take action to deal with Chen Xuan personally. They believed that only by completely suppressing this arrogant man could they save the Immortal Sect's face.
The atmosphere in the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect is becoming increasingly tense, and the disciples are filled with anger and uneasiness. They are eager for revenge, and they are eager to make Chen Xuan pay the price in order to quell the Immortal Sect's anger and dissatisfaction.
After this fierce battle, the turmoil and anger within the Blood Pattern Immortal Sect was like a burning fire, lighting up the entire night sky of the Immortal Sect.
Chen Xuan, on the other hand, left with his conscience and silently stepped into his courtyard, away from the noisy sound of the crowd.
The courtyard is quiet and quiet, and the quiet atmosphere is filled with the faint fragrance of green grass.
He stood quietly in the courtyard, the breeze blowing by, gently blowing the corners of his robe. His eyes revealed a hint of exhaustion, but his heart was filled with determination.
Chen Xuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and devoted his mind to practice. He began to mobilize the heavenly fire spiritual energy in his body, feeling the hot power flowing through his body.
The Heavenly Fire Spiritual Energy was like surging Heavenly Fire, flowing around Chen Xuan's body, emitting a strange fiery luster. He began to control this Spiritual Energy, and began to practice his swordsmanship in the purest way.
In the courtyard, the sword light shines like heavenly fire. Chen Xuan holds the Vermilion Bird Sword. The sword moves change like lightning and flint. Every move and every move contains profound sword intent.
His practice is not a superficial swing, but every sword and every move is executed after careful consideration. There is a restrained but extremely sharp aura between the sword moves, like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, ready to burst out at any time. the power of.
Chen Xuan's mind was completely devoted to the practice of swordsmanship. Every swing was an exploration and understanding of the meaning of the sword. He was deeply involved in it, constantly adjusting the strength and speed of each movement, as well as the subtle changes of the sword moves.
During the practice, he suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was comprehending some mystery. He suddenly held the Suzaku Sword and danced the shadow of the sword, creating a series of shocking sword scenes.
As time went by, the sky became darker, the stars were dotted, and the Milky Way was like silk, but Chen Xuan did not stop practicing and longed for deeper understanding.
Every swing is the pursuit of the sword, and every display is the transcendence of one's own realm. The sky fire aura flowing in his body seems to present a mysterious and wonderful resonance with the power of the stars.
As the practice deepened, Chen Xuan's state of mind gradually calmed down, and the spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized. He seemed to be one with the sword, calm and firm, and continued to practice silently in his courtyard.
After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of morning light fell in the courtyard, Chen Xuan's practice was over. He slowly put down the Suzaku Sword in his hand, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.
"I still need to be more diligent in this battle." Chen Xuan thought silently in his heart.
Golden Dragon Pagoda, a famous training place within the sect.
On the mountain path leading to the Golden Dragon Pagoda, Chen Xuan was immersed in the atmosphere of practice, with the wind blowing on his face.
Suddenly, he noticed a figure floating in the distance. As the soft laughter sounded, he turned around and saw a girl walking slowly.
"Chen Xuan!" A clear voice came, and the girl walked leisurely to Chen Xuan.
The girl's name is Yachen, and like Chen Xuan, she is an outer disciple of the Star Dragon Sect.
"Ya Chen!" Chen Xuan greeted her with a smile, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's so great!" Yachen said happily: "Are you also coming to the Golden Dragon Pagoda to practice?"
