Chapter 6838: Practicing His Own Swordsmanship

In the training place, Chen Xuan was still concentrating on practicing his swordsmanship. The sword light flickered in the air, like a leaping fire, flowing with a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

Suddenly, an abnormal breath quietly approached, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere. A group of disciples rushed into the training place aggressively. Their eyes were sharp, as if they were looking for trouble.

The leading disciple had a provocative smile and an arrogant tone: "Oh, Chen Xuan, it seems that you are still wasting time here."

Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, and there was a hint of indifference between his eyebrows. He was not panicked, but looked at the group of disciples who suddenly appeared indifferently.

"We heard how powerful you are in your practice, and we want to see your true level." The disciple who spoke was provocative, as if trying to provoke a dispute.

Chen Xuan still remained calm. He was not shaken by the other party's words. In practice, 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 being alone here." Someone mocked loudly on the side, his voice full of disdain.

Chen Xuan's face remained calm. He did not 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 truly powerful people deserve respect!" The leading disciple's voice was aggressive, as if he wanted to show Chen Xuan his strength and strength.

Chen Xuan remained calm and indifferent. He was not agitated by these words. In cultivation, he knew that what he pursued was inner peace and the improvement of realm.

"Chen Xuan, you are a waste!" Someone started to provoke again, as if to force Chen Xuan to respond.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly. His heart was still calm, but the atmosphere around him became tense. He did not respond immediately, but silently waited for the other party's next move.

Suddenly, one of the disciples rushed up, and a sword energy pointed directly at Chen Xuan like an angry dragon. They did not want to use words, but tried to force Chen Xuan to react with actual actions.

Chen Xuan's eyes condensed. He knew that these disciples would not give up easily. He did not attack, but held his breath and prepared to meet the opponent's attack.

A sword light flashed, and the sword energy rushed towards Chen Xuan like a storm. He did not retreat, but held the sword technique and met the opponent's attack with steady and precise movements.

This sudden battle quickly unfolded in the training place. The sword light flashed like fairy fire, the breath was intertwined, and the scene was tense and fierce.

Chen Xuan's sword technique was sharp and precise. Every move and every move quickly resolved the opponent's attack. His brows were slightly frowned, and the sword energy was like the power of heaven and earth, steadily resisting the opponent's attack.

However, the opponent did not stop, and the offensive became more violent, as if he wanted to defeat Chen Xuan with a powerful attack.

Chen Xuan remained calm, his sword moves were still accurate, and every swing was powerful and steady. He knew that only calmness could control the overall situation in such a situation.

Time passed by, 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 stay out of trouble in Xinglong Sect?" The disciple's voice was mocking and provocative, as if to anger Chen Xuan.

However, Chen Xuan 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.

In the battle, his swordsmanship gradually showed more exquisite and sharp. He did not relax his control over the battle and remained calm and composed at all times.

Suddenly, his swordsmanship changed subtly, and the sword light flashed, as if he had found the flaw in the opponent's attack.

A precise sword move suddenly appeared, and it stabbed the opponent's sword as quickly as a meteor, dissolving its attack. Then, he accurately seized the opponent's mistake and launched a fatal attack at a very fast speed.

The leading disciple was shocked by the sudden change, but he had no time to dodge. He only felt a sword energy piercing his body, and was instantly knocked out, falling heavily to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The battle was over, Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, his eyebrows were still calm, he did not complacent about the victory, but looked at the fallen disciples indifferently.

Seeing the defeat of the leader, the group of disciples who wanted to make trouble hurriedly carried the fallen disciples away. After the battle, the training place regained its tranquility.

Chen Xuan returned to the state of training, and his mind was calm.

In the training place of Xinglong Sect, many disciples were scattered in various corners of the place, exchanging their own experience and feelings of practice.

"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 the spiritual energy of heavenly fire?" Another disciple responded puzzledly.

"Yes, it's him. I heard that he has been practicing the Vermillion Bird Sword recently. Every time he practices, it's so exciting!" Someone said excitedly.

In the practice place, Chen Xuan was still concentrating on practicing his swordsmanship. The sword light flickered in the air, like a leaping sky fire, flowing with a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

Suddenly, an abnormal breath 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 looking for trouble.

The leading disciple smiled provocatively and said arrogantly: "Oh, Chen Xuan, it seems that you are still wasting time here."

Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, and there was a hint of indifference between his eyebrows. He was not panicked, but looked at the group of disciples who suddenly appeared calmly.

"We heard how powerful you are in cultivation, and we want to see your true level." The disciple who spoke was provocative, as if trying to provoke a dispute.

Chen Xuan remained calm. He was not shaken by the other party's words. In 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 being alone here." Someone laughed loudly at the side, and the voice was full of disdain.

Chen Xuan's face was still 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 the Xinglong Sect, only the truly powerful are worthy of respect!" The leading disciple's voice was aggressive, as if he wanted to show Chen Xuan his strength and power.

Chen Xuan 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, as if to force Chen Xuan to respond.

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 in this group of disciples rushed up, and a sword energy pointed directly at Chen Xuan like an angry dragon. They did not want to use words, but tried to force Chen Xuan to react with actual actions.

Chen Xuan's eyes condensed. He knew that these disciples would not give up easily. He did not attack, but held his breath and prepared to meet the opponent's attack.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the sword energy rushed towards Chen Xuan like a storm. He did not retreat, but held the sword in hand and greeted the opponent's attack with steady and precise movements.

This sudden battle quickly unfolded in the training place, the sword light flashed like fairy fire, the breath intertwined, and the scene was tense and fierce.

Chen Xuan's swordsmanship was sharp and precise. Every move was quickly dissolving the opponent's attack. His brows were slightly frowned, and the sword was like the power of heaven and earth, steadily resisting the opponent's attack.

However, the opponent did not stop, and the offensive became more violent, as if he wanted 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 could control the overall situation in such a situation.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the battle continued. Chen Xuan's sword moves were accurate, but the opponent's offensive became more fierce.

"Chen Xuan, do you feel helpless now? Do you really think you can stay out of trouble in Xinglong Sect?" The disciple's voice was full of sarcasm and provocation, as if to anger Chen Xuan.

However, Chen Xuan 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.

In the battle, his swordsmanship gradually showed more exquisite and sharp. He did not relax his control over the battle and remained calm and composed at all times.

Suddenly, his swordsmanship changed subtly, and the sword light flashed, as if he had found the flaw of the opponent's attack.

A precise sword move suddenly appeared, and it stabbed the opponent's sword as fast as a meteor, defusing his attack. Then, he accurately grasped the opponent's mistake and launched a fatal attack at a very fast speed.

The leading disciple was shocked by this sudden change, but he had no time to dodge. He only felt a sword energy running through his body, and was instantly knocked out, falling heavily to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The battle was over, Chen Xuan put down the sword in his hand, his brows were still calm, he did not feel complacent about the victory, but looked at the fallen disciple calmly.

Seeing the leader's defeat, the group of disciples who wanted to cause trouble hurriedly carried the fallen disciple away. After the battle, the training place regained its tranquility.

Chen Xuan returned to the state of training, his mind was calm.

In the training place of Xinglong Sect, many disciples were scattered in various corners of the place, exchanging their own experience and feelings of practice.

"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 the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Energy?" Another disciple responded in confusion.

"Yes, it's him. I heard that he has been practicing the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique recently. Every practice is dazzling!" Someone said excitedly.