"Old Chen, don't think so extreme. No one wants to kill everyone. In the final analysis, it is just a discussion to promote competition and ultimately achieve the goal of common progress." The old man in Tang suit said gently, trying to downplay this problem.
"I don't know if anyone wants to completely suppress the old technique?" Lao Chen said coldly.
"Old Chen, you are still so stubborn. After the death of the four elders of the old arts, the only people who are still strong and thoughtful in this field are you and one or two people." The old man in Tang suit shook his head.
He is calm and calm, and speaks with confidence.
Lao Chen said: "Chang Heng, you are very confident. Since you feel that you have found a bridge to the extraordinary, your leap in strength has made your character no longer restrained."
The old man in Tang suit is named Chang Heng. He also has short hair, which is black and thick. Except for a few wrinkles that appear on his face when he speaks, he does not look old. His eyes are deep and he has a kind of strength that comes from his heart.
The most surprising thing is that at this time, there is a faint halo on his body surface, as if there is some mysterious power attached to it. It is heart-stopping to look at, and it actually feels a bit supernatural.
He is standing on the gray-brown frozen soil, with a hazy light emitting from his body, and a cold warship not far behind him. There is a sense of the coexistence of mythology and technology.
Many people's minds are racing. There have been many new species in the new stars in the past few decades. In recent years, clues have gradually emerged. They were brought out from somewhere.
It is reported that the new technique is also related to that place!
If you look into it carefully, time is really not short.
"We are getting older, do you want to fight with me a second time?" Lao Chen walked forward.
Obviously, the competition between new techniques and old techniques has happened a long time ago, and the duel was very fierce, but outsiders didn't understand it.
The old man in Tang suit Chang Heng shook his head and said: "No, I am only doing theoretical research now."
Everyone was stunned.
"Let's do it directly and see if the declining old art can still emit the last residual heat!" Someone in the distance shouted rudely.
He was three meters tall and had a strong build. He was holding a black metal iron rod in his hand, and when he punched it on the ground, it made a thumping sound.
This man's figure is a bit too tall, but he is not clumsy at all. His body is strong and his movements are flexible. The alloy iron rod in his hand weighs at least one or two hundred kilograms.
Wang Xuan was surprised that there was such a tall person?
Wu Yin explained in a low voice: "This is a branch of the new human race. It has undergone various gene editing and optimization many times when it was still in the womb."
"Is it very strong?" Wang Xuan asked.
Wu Yin nodded solemnly and said: "He is very strong. With just his physical fitness, he can jump ten meters high in the air. His strength is surprisingly strong. The fierce generals in ancient times can lift a cauldron. It can be done easily for him."
, and his speed is also amazingly fast, and he can catch up with tigers and leopards in an instant in the mountains and forests."
These are genetic superbodies, and the best among them will be even more terrifying, almost like supermen.
The three-meter-tall genetic super-bodied man has a strong body, tough and shiny skin, and looks powerful. He said: "Who is practicing old arts and comes to duel with me? I will use your cold weapons to compete with you."
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Before Old Chen could move, a voice shouted from mid-air: "Chen Yongjie, your opponent is me!"
The middle-aged man who previously piloted a silver-gray mecha is now wearing a blue mecha. It is almost transparent, the metallic luster is very soft, and the material is unusual at first glance.
Wu Chenglin's expression beside Qingmu changed and he whispered: "This is a new type of mecha developed last year. The material is very special. It was brought back from the place where the new technique was excavated. This kind of mecha is very strong and difficult to be broken by external force.
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Old Chen looked into the air and said: "This new type of mecha is not cheap, I'm afraid it will cost hundreds of millions of new star coins. Wouldn't you feel bad if it was knocked down by me?"
"Chen Yongjie, you are still as conceited as ever!" Lan Yingying's mecha was hanging in the sky, shining with brilliant brilliance. Looking down, the middle-aged man's voice came from the middle, saying: "Times have changed, the mecha can
Mass production and scale create masters, but in the field of old arts, how many masters can emerge in one era?!"
"After losing in the field of old arts, you switch to other camps, and then you start to hate the old arts. You are really disgusting. I think the current environment that wants to completely suppress the old arts has a lot to do with people like you.
"Old Chen's voice was cold, staring at the blue mecha in the sky, and said: "Actually, in the final analysis, it is still a dispute between new techniques and old techniques. What does it have to do with you guys who control mechas? You should practice the old techniques.
Once I acquire the right mecha, I can kill all of you by myself!"
Lao Chen was so murderous, so powerful and domineering that all parties were frightened. He was directly kicked out of the mecha camp and was not regarded as a new opponent at all.
"Old techniques are difficult to practice. Some people in mechas and genetic superbodies began to come into contact with new techniques. In the end, some people successfully embarked on this path. In the final analysis, there is only a dispute between the old and the new, and there is no other third-party camp!" Lao Chen
Leng said quietly.
"You look down on people in the mecha field?!" the man in the blue mecha said angrily.
Old Chen glanced at him indifferently and said: "In the past, you were defeated, and your hatred made you dizzy. What level of opponent do you think you were when I put on the mecha? You were just wearing a pile of scrap copper.
A rotten human-shaped target. Not just you, but all of you!"
Wang Xuan marveled, Lao Chen was so strong that he despised everyone on the other side, but he could easily arouse public anger.
Chang Heng, an old man in Tang suit, said: "Old Chen, don't you want to deal with everyone by yourself? In this case, even if you can achieve some dazzling results, you will soon be unable to hold on. At the same time, this can only prove that you
Your own attainments in the old arts are indeed astonishing, but they cannot represent the overall strength of the old arts. Once you die, it means that the old arts are completely defeated, the flag falls, and no one can stand up. From now on, don’t mention the old arts again.
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Naturally, other experts in the old arts field also came to the scene. They were a little angry after hearing this, and they naturally knew the other party's cruel intentions.
Although the old man in Tang suit, Chang Heng, did not talk to them, he was actually poking at their hearts, asking these people if they could do it and if they dared to take action. His words were scornful and contemptuous.
"Old Chen, today is not your business alone. Don't stop us." A master in the field of old arts spoke up and walked out directly.
This is a man in his prime, in his forties, with a height of 1.9 meters, carrying a long alloy knife. Among normal people, he is indeed tall and tall, but when faced with a genetic super body, he looks very short.
There was almost no conversation between the two parties, and they started fighting. In the deafening metal collision, the alloy sword and the iron rod clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was almost tearing people's eardrums.
A middle-aged man with a height of 1.9 meters blocked a three-meter-tall genetic super body. The strength of the two seemed to be equal, which showed that his achievements in the old technique were quite impressive.
After all, he started as an ordinary person, while the opposite person was an alien.
On ancient battlefields, these two men were considered fierce generals.
"Unfortunately, practicing old skills cannot touch the extraordinary. After all, the body is mortal. Such a cold weapon duel is meaningless." The old man in Tang suit said.
Chi!
Suddenly, the three-meter-tall genetic super body emitted a hazy blue light, and its power surged. It directly smashed the opponent's alloy sword into pieces, and then stabbed it with an iron rod.
puff!
Blood spurted out, and the 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man was in great pain. His chest was penetrated by an iron rod. He struggled to grab the iron rod on his chest with both hands, but he had no strength left.
"Brother Li!" Aoki shouted, obviously knowing this man and they were old acquaintances.
The genetic super-body provoked him and suddenly swung the alloy iron rod with force. The 19-meter-tall man was thrown ten meters away like a scarecrow. He fell to the ground with a thud, covered in blood, and never got up again.
Aoki and a group of people practicing old arts rushed over quickly, but after a little exploration, they knew that the middle-aged man would not survive. Not only was his heart broken by the iron rod, but his internal organs were also tortured by the blue light.
"Too cruel!"
"Brother Li!"
Someone cried out sadly.
"The masters in the old arts field are not very good." Someone from the opposite side said, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. Although he was skinny, his eyes were as bright as golden lamps, and he looked quite extraordinary. He added: "I
They are people who are following the new path of martial arts, and I am very disappointed in you. I feel that except for Mr. Chen, the other people who are following the old path of martial arts are probably not worthy of my action!"
Lao Chen took a step forward and pushed forward.
In mid-air, the middle-aged man in the blue mecha said: "Old Chen, are you finally going to start taking care of everything?"
Chang Heng, the old man in Tang suit, smiled lightly and said: "Old Chen, do you need to admit that apart from you, there is no one left in the old art field? It's completely over?!"
"Don't provoke me, I will kill you all in a moment!" Lao Chen said with murderous intent.
Among the people practicing old skills, an old man in his sixties walked out and said: "Old Chen, you know my situation. There is something wrong with my practice. I won't live for a few years. Let me take action. It doesn't matter if I die. If I can't
I am not willing to face off against someone who is taking the new path."
Obviously, he walked out even though he knew he was outmatched.
He felt that if only Lao Chen took action among the people who followed the path of the old technique, it would be too ugly. It would be like what those people opposite said, the old technique was gone and had declined to the point where people could not look directly at it.
Lao Chen sighed. He knew this old man. He had devoted himself to the field of old arts all his life and was very stubborn. Even if he tried to stop him, it would not be effective.
Although this sixty-something-year-old man looked old, after the explosion, his fist actually had a faint halo, and the sound of thunder could be heard faintly from his body, blasting towards the skinny middle-aged man who was following the new path of martial arts.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he did not dare to confront him head-on. He quickly stepped back. When the old man's fist dimmed, he quickly attacked.
The two fought fiercely, and their movements were so fast that there was a sound of wind and thunder.
However, after several moves, the old man suddenly stopped moving, and his body began to dry up. A streak of red cloud rushed out of his body, as if someone had taken away his soul. His eyes were blank, and he stood there unable to move.
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Chixia reached the hand of the skinny middle-aged man opposite, and was condensed into a sharp sword by him. Then he swung it violently, and with a pop, he chopped off the old man's head.
"No one should act rashly!" This time, Lao Chen was a little angry, and his voice was like thunder, which made many people's ears buzz.
"Old Chen, you have seen it, the decline of the old art is irreversible and its decline is inevitable!" someone said coldly.
"How's Lao Chen?" High in the sky, the middle-aged man's sneer voice came from Lan Yingying's mecha.
Old Chen looked up at him and said, "Start with you!"
He pulled out a sword, which was about one and a half meters long. It was completely black and had no cold luster. It didn't look sharp, and it pointed toward the air.
Then, the clothes on his slightly bulging back were torn open, and a pair of silver wings stretched out. In an instant, the silver light surged, and Lao Chen soared into the sky!
"This is a thruster developed by my family. It is very fast and can catch up with the mecha." Wu Yin explained to Wang Xuan.
"Let's see how you can break through this new material..." Although the middle-aged man in the air was surprised, he was not afraid. He held a big sword in both hands and struck at Old Chen Li.
Clang!
The next moment, the alloy sword in his hand broke. Old Chen rushed past, then returned to the ground and put away the dark sword in his hand.
In mid-air, Lan Yingying's mecha dropped a large rain of blood, and then with a bang, it fell down and was cut in half. The mecha was broken into two pieces!
Just one face-to-face encounter, and the mecha developed with new materials was destroyed!
As for the middle-aged man among them, he screamed miserably, and his body, which was also cut in half, fell from a high altitude and instantly smashed to the ground, dying miserably.
Lao Chen returned to the ground, strode towards the three-meter-tall Gene Super Body, and without saying a word, slapped him with a bang.
when!
The long alloy stick in the genetic super body's hand seemed to have been hit by a train. It shocked his hands holding the stick with blood, the tiger's mouth was torn, and all his fingernails were lifted off. The iron rod flew away dozens of meters away, and the genetic super body itself
He was also shaken backwards by the huge force and staggered.
Lao Chen was so fast that he followed up like a stream of light and slapped the Gene Super Body on the chest.
With a pop, the three-meter-tall genetic super body instantly disintegrated in mid-air after flying twelve meters away. The scene was extremely terrifying. It quickly disintegrated from head to toe, turning into a large rain of blood and falling to the ground!
"Old Chen, do you want to take action alone?" someone asked loudly.
"If you don't accept it or are afraid, you can come together!" Old Chen shouted, leaping more than ten meters away, and in an instant he was in front of the skinny middle-aged man who was taking the new technique!