Chapter 6838 Practicing his own swordsmanship
In the training place, Chen Xuan was still focused on practicing his swordsmanship. The light of the sword flashed in the air, like leaping fire from the sky, flowing with a mysterious and mysterious aura.
Suddenly, an abnormal aura quietly approached, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere. A group of disciples rushed into the practice place aggressively. Their eyes were sharp, as if they were here to provoke.
The leading disciple had a provocative smile and an arrogant tone: "Oh, Chen Xuan, it seems you are still wasting your time here."
Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, with a hint of indifference between his brows. He did not panic, but looked at the group of disciples who suddenly appeared indifferently.
"We heard how powerful you are in cultivation, and we want to see your true level." The disciple who spoke was provocative, as if he was trying to provoke a dispute.
Chen Xuan still remained calm. He was not shaken by the other party's words. In terms of cultivation, he knew that external interference was just a test.
"Chen Xuan, you are just a fake! Your cultivation is far inferior to ours, and you are not worthy of living alone here." Someone taunted loudly from the side, and the voice was full of disdain.
Chen Xuan's face remained calm. He didn't care about these verbal provocations. He knew that his cultivation and realm would not change because of other people's words.
"We want you to know that in Xinglong Sect, only the truly powerful people deserve respect!" The leading disciple's voice was aggressive, as if he wanted to show Chen Xuan his power and strength.
Chen Xuan still remained calm and indifferent. He was not agitated by these words. In terms of cultivation, he knew that what he pursued was inner peace and the improvement of his realm.
"Chen Xuan, you are a waste!" Someone started to provoke again, seeming to force Chen Xuan to take action.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly. His heart was still peaceful, but the atmosphere around him became tense. He did not respond immediately, but silently waited for the other party's next move.
Suddenly, someone from this group of disciples rushed up, and a sword energy was directed at Chen Xuan like an angry dragon. They did not want to use words, but tried to use practical actions to force Chen Xuan to react.
Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed. He knew that these disciples would not give up easily. He did not attack, but held his breath and concentrated, preparing to meet the opponent's attack.
A flash of sword light flashed, and the sword energy rushed towards Chen Xuan like a violent storm. He did not flinch, but held the sword technique in hand and met the opponent's attack with steady and precise movements.
This sudden battle unfolded quickly in the training place. The sword light flashed like fairy fire, the breaths intertwined, and the scene was tense and intense.
Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, and he quickly defused the opponent's attack with every move. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his sword power was like the power of heaven and earth, steadily resisting the opponent's attack.
However, the opponent did not stop, and the attack became more violent, seeming to want to defeat Chen Xuan with a powerful attack.
Chen Xuan still remained calm, his sword moves were still accurate, and every swing was powerful and steady. He knew that only calmness and composure could control the overall situation in such a situation.
Time passed by minute by second, and the battle continued. Chen Xuan's sword moves were accurate, but the opponent's offensive became more and more fierce.
"Chen Xuan, do you feel helpless now? Do you really think you can be alone in Xinglong Sect?" The disciple's voice was full of ridicule and provocation, as if he wanted to anger Chen Xuan.
However, Chen Xuan still remained calm and composed. He knew in his heart that these disciples just wanted to force him to react, and he would not be swayed by these words.
During the battle, his swordsmanship gradually became more sophisticated and sharp. He did not relax his control over the battle and remained calm and composed at all times.
Suddenly, his swordsmanship underwent subtle changes, and the sword light flickered, as if he had found a flaw in the opponent's attack.
A precise sword move suddenly appeared, stabbing the opponent's sword quickly like a meteor, neutralizing his attack. Then, he accurately caught the opponent's mistake and launched a fatal attack at extremely fast speed.
The leading disciple was shocked by the sudden change, but had no time to dodge. He felt a sword energy piercing his body and was instantly knocked away. He fell heavily to the ground and could no longer stand up.
The battle was over. Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand. His brows were still calm. He was not complacent about the victory, but looked at the disciple who fell to the ground indifferently.
Seeing the leader's defeat, this group of disciples who wanted to cause trouble hurriedly carried away the fallen disciples. After the battle, the training place regained its tranquility.
Chen Xuan returned to the state of cultivation and felt calm.
In the Star Dragon Sect's training place, many disciples are scattered in every corner of the place, exchanging their own practice experiences and experiences.
"Have you heard about Chen Xuan's recent practice?" A disciple asked curiously, with a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes.
"Chen Xuan? The sword cultivator who practices Sky Fire Spiritual Energy?" Another disciple responded in confusion.
"That's right, it's him. I heard that he is practicing the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique recently, and every practice is dizzying!" someone said excitedly.
In the training place, Chen Xuan was still focused on practicing his swordsmanship. The light of the sword flashed in the air, like leaping fire from the sky, flowing with a mysterious and mysterious aura.
Suddenly, an abnormal aura quietly approached, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere. A group of disciples rushed into the practice place aggressively. Their eyes were sharp, as if they were here to provoke.
The leading disciple had a provocative smile and an arrogant tone: "Oh, Chen Xuan, it seems you are still wasting your time here."
Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, with a hint of indifference between his brows. He did not panic, but looked at the group of disciples who suddenly appeared indifferently.
"We heard how powerful you are in cultivation, and we want to see your true level." The disciple who spoke was provocative, as if he was trying to provoke a dispute.
Chen Xuan still remained calm. He was not shaken by the other party's words. In terms of cultivation, he knew that external interference was just a test.
"Chen Xuan, you are just a fake! Your cultivation is far inferior to ours, and you are not worthy of living alone here." Someone taunted loudly from the side, and the voice was full of disdain.
Chen Xuan's face remained calm. He didn't care about these verbal provocations. He knew that his cultivation and realm would not change because of other people's words.
"We want you to know that in Xinglong Sect, only the truly powerful people deserve respect!" The leading disciple's voice was aggressive, as if he wanted to show Chen Xuan his power and strength.
Chen Xuan still remained calm and indifferent. He was not agitated by these words. In terms of cultivation, he knew that what he pursued was inner peace and the improvement of his realm.
"Chen Xuan, you are a waste!" Someone started to provoke again, seeming to force Chen Xuan to take action.
Chen Xuan frowned slightly. His heart was still peaceful, but the atmosphere around him became tense. He did not respond immediately, but silently waited for the other party's next move.
Suddenly, someone from this group of disciples rushed up, and a sword energy was directed at Chen Xuan like an angry dragon. They did not want to use words, but tried to use practical actions to force Chen Xuan to react.
Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed. He knew that these disciples would not give up easily. He did not attack, but held his breath and concentrated, preparing to meet the opponent's attack.
A flash of sword light flashed, and the sword energy rushed towards Chen Xuan like a violent storm. He did not flinch, but held the sword in hand and met the opponent's attack with steady and precise movements.
This sudden battle unfolded quickly in the training place. The sword light flashed like fairy fire, the breaths intertwined, and the scene was tense and intense.
Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, and he quickly defused the opponent's attack with every move. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his sword power was like the power of heaven and earth, steadily resisting the opponent's attack.
However, the opponent did not stop, and the attack became more violent, seeming to want to defeat Chen Xuan with a powerful attack.
Chen Xuan still remained calm, his sword moves were still accurate, and every swing was powerful and steady. He knew that only calmness and composure could control the overall situation in such a situation.
Time passed minute by minute, and the battle continued. Chen Xuan's sword moves were accurate, but the opponent's offensive became more and more fierce.
"Chen Xuan, do you feel helpless now? Do you really think you can be alone in Xinglong Sect?" The disciple's voice was full of ridicule and provocation, as if he wanted to anger Chen Xuan.
However, Chen Xuan still remained calm and composed. He knew in his heart that these disciples just wanted to force him to react, and he would not be swayed by these words.
During the battle, his swordsmanship gradually became more sophisticated and sharp. He did not relax his control of the battle and remained calm and composed at all times.
Suddenly, his swordsmanship underwent subtle changes, and the sword light flickered, as if he had found a flaw in the opponent's attack.
A precise sword move suddenly appeared, stabbing the opponent's sword quickly like a meteor, neutralizing his attack. Then, he accurately caught the opponent's mistake and launched a fatal attack at extremely fast speed.
The leading disciple was shocked by the sudden change, but had no time to dodge. He felt a sword energy piercing his body and was instantly knocked away. He fell heavily to the ground and could no longer stand up.
The battle was over. Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand. His brows were still calm. He was not complacent about the victory, but looked at the disciple who fell to the ground indifferently.
Seeing the leader's defeat, this group of disciples who wanted to cause trouble hurriedly carried away the fallen disciples. After the battle, the training place regained its tranquility.
Chen Xuan returned to the state of cultivation and felt calm.
In the Star Dragon Sect's training place, many disciples are scattered in every corner of the place, exchanging their own practice experiences and experiences.
"Have you heard about Chen Xuan's recent practice?" A disciple asked curiously, with an inquiring light shining in his eyes.
"Chen Xuan? That sword cultivator who practices Sky Fire Spiritual Energy?" Another disciple responded in confusion.
"Yes, that's him. I heard that he has been practicing the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique recently, and every practice is dizzying!" someone said excitedly.
