Chapter 6797 Mysterious Changes

A flash of horror flashed across Chixue Wushuang's eyes. He tried his best to resist, and the Blood Mark Sword Technique burst out 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 the severe pain surged into his heart. He gasped hard, his eyes were full of unwillingness and regret, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

The valley fell into a dead silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The disciples of Xinglong Sect saw this scene and were shocked. This thrilling battle ended with Chen Xuan's victory.

Chen Xuan slowly put away his sword moves, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes. He did not stop, turned around and left, leaving behind a ground of excited fighting spirit and shocked disciples.

The face of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect was livid, but it was indeed bitter.

"Goodbye!"

After that, the group left in a mighty manner.

Inside the Blood Vein Immortal Sect, the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The news that Chixue Wushuang was defeated by Chen Xuan quickly spread throughout the Immortal Sect, which shocked the disciples of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect and aroused strong anger and unwillingness.

The elders' faces were livid. They had expected Chixue Wushuang to defeat Chen Xuan and save the face of the Immortal Sect, but the result was an unacceptable defeat.

"This Chen Xuan is too presumptuous! He dared to humiliate our Blood Vein Immortal Sect like this!" An elder gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

"We can't tolerate such humiliation! We must take action to completely suppress this arrogant guy!" Another elder's eyes were like torches, and he was very aggressive. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with such a result.

Inside the Blood Vein Immortal Sect, the atmosphere of anger continued to escalate, and some disciples began to gather, their faces full of anger and unwillingness.

"Chen Xuan is too arrogant! He must pay the price!" Some disciples roared angrily, and they were very angry about Chen Xuan's behavior.

"We can't just sit there and do nothing! We have to avenge Chixue Wushuang!" Some young disciples were furious. They were driven by anger and were eager to restore the dignity of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect.

The elders knew the blow of this defeat to the Blood Mark Immortal Sect. They decided to take action and deal with Chen Xuan personally. They believed that only by completely suppressing this arrogant man could they restore the face of the Immortal Sect.

The atmosphere in the Blood Mark Immortal Sect was becoming increasingly tense. The disciples were filled with anger and uneasiness. They were eager for revenge and wanted Chen Xuan to pay the price to calm the anger and dissatisfaction of the Immortal Sect.

After this fierce battle, the turmoil and anger in the Blood Mark Immortal Sect, like a burning sky fire, illuminated the night sky of the entire Immortal Sect.

Chen Xuan left on his own and quietly stepped into his own courtyard, away from the noisy voices of the crowd.

The courtyard was quiet and peaceful, and the quiet atmosphere was filled with the faint fragrance of green grass.

He stood quietly in the courtyard, the breeze blew past, gently blowing the corners of his long robe, his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue, but his heart was filled with determination.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and devoted his mind to cultivation. He began to mobilize the heavenly fire aura in his body, feeling this fiery power flowing in his body.

The heavenly fire aura was like a surging heavenly fire, flowing around Chen Xuan's body, emitting a strange fiery luster. He began to control this aura and began to practice his swordsmanship in the purest way.

In the courtyard, the sword light shone like heavenly fire. Chen Xuan held the Suzaku Sword, and the sword moves changed like lightning. Every move and every style contained a deep sword meaning.

His practice was not a superficial swing, but every sword and every style was performed after careful consideration. There was a restrained but extremely sharp breath between the sword moves, like a giant beast lurking in the abyss, ready to burst out with incomparable power at any time.

Chen Xuan's mind was completely devoted to the practice of swordsmanship. Every swing was an exploration and understanding of the sword's meaning. He was deeply involved in it, constantly adjusting the strength and speed of each movement, as well as the subtle changes of sword moves.

During the practice, he suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was feeling some mystery. Suddenly, holding the Suzaku Sword, he danced with the sword shadow, and transformed into a shocking sword scene.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened, the stars were dotted, and the Milky Way was like silk, but Chen Xuan did not stop practicing and longed for a deeper understanding.

Every swing was a pursuit of the sword, and every display was a transcendence of his own realm. The skyfire aura flowing in his body seemed 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 aura in his body gradually stabilized. He seemed to be integrated with the sword, calm and determined, and continued to practice silently in his courtyard.

After an unknown amount of time, when the first rays of morning light fell on the courtyard, Chen Xuan's practice was over. He slowly put down the Vermillion Bird Sword in his hand, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.

"I need to improve more in this battle." Chen Xuan muttered in his heart.

Golden Dragon Tower, a famous place for practice in the sect.

On the mountain path leading to the Golden Dragon Tower, Chen Xuan was immersed in the atmosphere of practice, and the wind blew on his face.

Suddenly, he noticed a figure in the distance, floating over. As the soft laughter sounded, he turned around and saw a girl slowly walking over.

"Chen Xuan!" A crisp voice came, and the girl walked leisurely to Chen Xuan's side.

The girl's name was Yachen. Like Chen Xuan, she was an outer disciple of the Star Dragon Sect.

"Yachen!" Chen Xuan greeted her with a smile, and a touch of joy appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's great!" Yachen said happily: "Are you also here to practice in the Golden Dragon Tower?"

A flash of horror flashed across Chixue Wushuang's eyes. He resisted with all his strength, and the blood pattern sword technique burst out 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 were full of unwillingness and regret, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

The valley fell into a dead silence for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The disciples of the Xinglong Sect saw this scene and were shocked. This thrilling battle ended with Chen Xuan's victory.

Chen Xuan slowly put away his sword moves, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes. He did not stop, but turned and left, leaving behind a ground of excited fighting spirit and shocked disciples.

The face of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect was livid, but it was indeed bitter.

"Goodbye!"

After that, the group left in a mighty manner.

Inside the Blood Vein Immortal Sect, the atmosphere was extremely solemn. The news that Chixue Wushuang was defeated by Chen Xuan quickly spread throughout the Immortal Sect, which shocked the disciples of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect and aroused strong anger and unwillingness.

The faces of the elders were livid. They had originally expected Chixue Wushuang to defeat Chen Xuan and save the face of the Immortal Sect, but the result was an unacceptable defeat.

"This Chen Xuan is really too presumptuous! He dared to humiliate our Blood Vein Immortal Sect like this!" An elder gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

"We can't tolerate such humiliation! We must take action to completely suppress this arrogant guy!" Another elder's eyes were like torches and he was aggressive, obviously very dissatisfied with such a result.

Inside the Blood Vein Immortal Sect, the atmosphere of indignation continued to escalate, and some disciples began to gather, their faces full of anger and unwillingness.

"Chen Xuan is too arrogant! He must pay the price!" Some disciples roared angrily, and they were very angry about Chen Xuan's behavior.

"We can't sit back and do nothing! We want to avenge Chixue Wushuang!" Some young disciples were furious. They were driven by anger and eager to restore the dignity of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect.

The elders knew the blow of this defeat to the Blood Vein Immortal Sect. They decided to take action and deal with Chen Xuan personally. They believed that only by completely suppressing this arrogant person could they restore the face of the Immortal Sect.

The atmosphere in the Blood Vein Immortal Sect was becoming increasingly tense, and the disciples were filled with anger and uneasiness. They were eager for revenge and eager to make Chen Xuan pay the price to calm the anger and dissatisfaction of the Immortal Sect.

After this fierce battle, the turmoil and anger in the Blood Vein Immortal Sect, like a burning sky fire, illuminated the entire night sky of the Immortal Sect.

Chen Xuan left on his own and quietly stepped into his own courtyard, away from the noise of the crowd.

The courtyard was quiet and peaceful, and the quiet atmosphere was filled with a faint scent of grass.

He stood quietly in the courtyard, the breeze blew gently, blowing the corners of his long robe, his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue, but his heart was filled with determination.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and devoted his mind to cultivation. He began to mobilize the heavenly fire aura in his body and feel this fiery power flowing in his body.

The heavenly fire aura was like a surging heavenly fire, flowing around Chen Xuan's body, emitting a strange and fiery luster. He began to control this aura and began to practice his swordsmanship in the purest way.

In the courtyard, the sword light shone like heavenly fire. Chen Xuan held the Suzaku Sword, and his sword moves changed like lightning. Every move and every style contained a deep sword meaning.

His practice was not a superficial swing, but every sword and every move was performed after careful consideration. The sword moves revealed a restrained but extremely sharp aura, like a giant beast hidden in the abyss, ready to burst out with incomparable power at any time.

Chen Xuan's mind was completely devoted to the practice of swordsmanship. Every swing was an exploration and understanding of the sword intent. He was deeply involved in it, constantly adjusting the strength and speed of each movement, as well as the exquisite changes of sword moves.

During the practice, he suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was comprehending some mystery. Suddenly, holding the Suzaku Sword, dancing the sword shadow, and transforming into a shocking sword intention scene.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened, the stars were dotted, and the Milky Way was like silk, but Chen Xuan did not stop practicing and longed for a deeper understanding.

Every swing was a pursuit of the sword, and every display was a transcendence of his own realm. The skyfire aura flowing in his body seemed to present a mysterious and wonderful resonance with the power of the stars.

As he practiced more, Chen Xuan's mind gradually calmed down, and the spiritual energy in his body gradually stabilized. He seemed to be one with the sword, calm and determined, and continued to practice silently in his courtyard.

After an unknown period of time, when the first ray of morning light fell on the courtyard, Chen Xuan's practice ended. He slowly put down the Suzaku Sword in his hand, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.

"I need to improve more in this battle." Chen Xuan muttered in his heart.

Golden Dragon Tower, a famous place for practice in the sect.

On the mountain path leading to the Golden Dragon Tower, Chen Xuan was immersed in the atmosphere of practice, and the wind blew on his face.

Suddenly, he noticed a figure in the distance, floating over. As the soft laughter sounded, he turned around and saw a girl slowly walking over.

"Chen Xuan!" A crisp voice came, and the girl walked leisurely to Chen Xuan's side.

The girl's name was Yachen, and like Chen Xuan, she was an outer disciple of the Xinglong Sect.

"Yachen!" Chen Xuan greeted her with a smile, and a touch of joy appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, it's great!" Yachen said happily: "Are you also here to practice in the Golden Dragon Tower?"