Chapter 6745: Pressure

The three monks gradually realized that Chen Xuan was not their match. Although they were extremely angry, they began to show timidity and hesitation in the face of Chen Xuan's clever dodge and precise counterattack.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He did not kill the three people, but made them feel endless pressure. His indifference was a tactic. He wanted to make his opponents realize their own powerlessness in this way, so as to end this meaningless conflict.

The three monks gradually realized the power of Chen Xuan. They began to fear, but pride and shame were still in their hearts.

The hearts of the three monks were constantly fluctuating. The initial contempt and ridicule gradually turned into anxiety and fear. They realized that Chen Xuan's strength was beyond imagination. They were full of confidence, but they fell into extreme anxiety under Chen Xuan's counterattack.

The battle was fierce in Shenlong Valley. The sword energy was like flames and radiant. Chen Xuan was agile and flexible. He avoided the opponent's attack flexibly and fought back with precise swordsmanship. He did not seek to severely injure the three people, but just wanted to make his opponents recognize the reality through his actions.

The monks' attacks became more fierce. They were unwilling to be outdone and tried to besiege Chen Xuan. One person released a blazing sky fire, another controlled thunder, and the third used water to form a violent water column.

Chen Xuan's figure flickered, as if blending into the sword light. He avoided attacks from three directions and remained calm at all times. The sword light flashed, and he made precise dodges and counterattacks against the monks' attacks, and the sword energy pointed directly at the opponent's weaknesses.

The monks gradually felt trapped. Although their attacks were fierce, they could not catch Chen Xuan's figure. The anxiety and fear in their hearts gradually spread in the fierce battle, and they began to feel desperate and powerless.

A trace of indifference flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He did not try his best, but his strength and determination were enough to suppress his opponent. His calmness and sharp swordsmanship gave his opponent strong psychological pressure. The monks felt controlled by an invisible force, which made them feel more frightened and confused.

The three monks were in a state of conflict and confusion. They thought that this provocation would be an easy victory, but Chen Xuan's strength and calmness broke their confidence.

Although the monks still launched attacks, they were full of doubts and fears. They felt that Chen Xuan's strength was far beyond their expectations, so they began to doubt their judgment and strength. Anxiety spread in their hearts, and every attack was accompanied by an uncertain mentality.

Chen Xuan did not show weakness in the fierce battle. Every move he made was precise and cold. His sword energy burned like a sky fire, and the sword light flashed like lightning. Every counterattack was aimed at the opponent's weakness, making the monks unable to resist.

The monks' attacks became more violent. They tried to restrain Chen Xuan with more powerful forces, but they felt trapped in an endless cycle. They gradually fell into despair. Facing Chen Xuan's calmness and sharpness, they felt their own cramped and powerless.

Chen Xuan's indifference was like an invisible barrier, blocking the opponent's offensive.

Chen Xuan looked up at these people with a calm expression, but with a hint of impatience.

"Stay away from me."

The three monks didn't take Chen Xuan's words seriously, but became more rampant. There was a provocative light in their eyes, and they were obviously looking for trouble.

Chen Xuan's face changed slightly. He didn't want to make enemies with others, but these people didn't know what was good for them and were seeking death. He took a deep breath, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. He had made a decision in his heart.

"Since you are looking for death!" Before Chen Xuan finished speaking, the Vermillion Bird Spirit in his hand instantly burst into brilliant sky fire, turning into a sky fire phoenix and rushing towards the three people.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, the sky fire was blazing, and the scene was suddenly full of flames and fierce momentum. Chen Xuan's figure was like lightning, flexibly dodging the enemy's attacks, and the sword light was intertwined when the Wanqian Shiyun Sword in his hand was dancing.

The three monks gnashed their teeth. They thought they could easily defeat Chen Xuan, but unexpectedly found that the opponent's swift and exquisite swordsmanship was far beyond their imagination. Chen Xuan's cold eyes seemed to contain an invisible oppressive force, which made them feel a little desperate.

The Suzaku soul soared like a flaming phoenix, the power of the sky fire burned the surrounding air, the sword energy was overflowing, suffocating, Chen Xuan's figure was like a shadow, and his moves integrated the essence of the Suzaku swordsmanship and the Wanqian Shiyun sword. The attack was swift and accurate, causing the three to retreat step by step.

After a fierce battle, the Suzaku soul finally emitted the most brilliant sky fire, burning the three people's cultivation. Chen Xuan indifferently put away his soul, as if nothing had happened.

After Chen Xuan killed the three monks, he did not leave in a hurry, but stood quietly on the land where he had fought. He took a deep breath and looked at the bodies of the monks who fell to the ground, with a trace of determination in his eyes.

He slowly approached, bent down, and reached out to touch the rings on their bodies. These rings were important possessions for the monks, carrying their hard work in cultivation, and often contained many treasures and immortal herbs.

When the rings were opened, a faint fragrance emanated from them, which was refreshing. Among them, Chen Xuan found several immortal herbs, each of which was shining.

The first immortal herb was called Yunjinhua, which grew on green leaves, with crystal clear petals and a faint blue glow.

The three monks gradually realized that Chen Xuan was not an opponent they could match. Although they were extremely angry, they began to show timidity and hesitation in the face of Chen Xuan's clever dodges and precise counterattacks.

A hint of mockery flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He did not kill them, but made the three feel endless pressure. His indifference was a tactic. He wanted to make his opponents realize their own powerlessness in this way, so as to end this meaningless conflict.

The three monks gradually realized Chen Xuan's strength. They began to fear, but pride and shame were still in their hearts.

The three monks' hearts were constantly fluctuating. The initial contempt and ridicule gradually turned into anxiety and fear. They realized that Chen Xuan's strength was beyond imagination. They were full of confidence, but they fell into extreme anxiety under Chen Xuan's counterattack.

The battle was fierce in Shenlong Valley. The sword energy was like flames and radiant. Chen Xuan was agile and flexibly avoided the opponent's attacks. At the same time, he fought back with precise swordsmanship. He did not seek to severely injure the three people, but just wanted to make the opponents recognize the reality through his actions.

The monks' attacks became more fierce. They were not willing to be outdone and tried to besiege Chen Xuan. One person released a blazing sky fire, another controlled thunder, and the third used water to form a violent water column.

Chen Xuan's figure flickered, as if blending into the sword light. He avoided the attacks from three directions and remained calm at all times. The sword light flashed, and he made precise dodges and counterattacks against the monks' offensive, and the sword energy pointed directly at the opponent's weakness.

The monks gradually felt trapped. Although their attacks were fierce, they could not catch Chen Xuan's figure. The anxiety and fear in their hearts gradually spread in the fierce battle, and they began to feel desperate and powerless.

A trace of indifference flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He did not try his best, but his strength and determination were enough to suppress his opponent. His calmness and sharp swordsmanship gave his opponent strong psychological pressure. The monks felt controlled by an invisible force, which made them feel more frightened and confused.

The hearts of the three monks fell into contradictions and confusion. They thought that this provocation would be an easy victory, but Chen Xuan's strength and calmness broke their confidence.

Although the monks still launched attacks, their hearts were full of doubts and panic. They felt that Chen Xuan's strength was far beyond their expectations, so they began to doubt their judgment and strength. Anxiety spread in their hearts, and every attack was carried out with an uncertain mentality.

Chen Xuan showed no weakness in the fierce battle. Every move he made was precise and cold. His sword energy burned like fire in the sky, and the sword light flashed like lightning. Every counterattack was aimed at the opponent's weakness, making the monks unable to resist.

The monks' attacks became more violent. They tried to restrain Chen Xuan with more powerful forces, but they felt trapped in an endless cycle. They gradually fell into despair. Facing Chen Xuan's calmness and sharpness, they felt their own cramped and powerless.

Chen Xuan's indifference was like an invisible barrier, blocking the opponent's offensive.

Chen Xuan looked up at these people, his expression was calm, but with a hint of impatience.

"Stay away from me."

The three monks heard Chen Xuan's words, but they didn't care. Instead, they became more rampant. There was a provocative light in their eyes, and they were obviously looking for trouble.

Chen Xuan's face changed slightly. He didn't want to make enemies with others, but these people didn't know what was good for them and were seeking their own death. He took a deep breath, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he had made a decision in his heart.

"Since you are looking for death!" Before Chen Xuan finished speaking, the Vermillion Bird Spirit in his hand instantly bloomed with brilliant sky fire, turning into a sky fire phoenix and rushing towards the three people.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, the sky fire was blazing, and the scene was suddenly full of fire and fierce momentum. Chen Xuan's figure was like lightning, flexibly dodging the enemy's attack, and the sword light was intertwined when the Wanqian Shiyun Sword in his hand danced.

The three monks gnashed their teeth. They thought they could easily defeat Chen Xuan, but unexpectedly found that the opponent's swift and exquisite swordsmanship was far beyond their imagination. Chen Xuan's cold eyes seemed to contain an invisible oppressive force, which made them feel a little desperate.

The Vermillion Bird Spirit soared like a flaming phoenix, the power of the sky fire burned the surrounding air, the sword energy was overflowing, suffocating, Chen Xuan's figure was like a shadow, and his moves integrated the essence of the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique and the Ten Thousand Time Cloud Sword. His attacks were swift and accurate, causing the three to retreat step by step.

After a fierce battle, the Vermillion Bird Spirit finally emitted the most brilliant sky fire, burning the three people's cultivation. Chen Xuan put away his spirit indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

After Chen Xuan killed the three monks, he did not leave in a hurry, but stood quietly on the land where he had fought. He took a deep breath, looked at the bodies of the monks who fell to the ground, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stepped closer, bent down, and reached out to gently touch the rings on their bodies. These rings were important property on the monks, carrying their hard work in cultivation, and often contained many treasures and fairy herbs.

When he opened the ring, a faint fragrance emanated from it, which was refreshing. Among them, Chen Xuan found several fairy grasses, each of which was shining.

The first fairy grass was called Yunjinhua, which grew on green leaves, with crystal clear petals and a faint blue glow.