Lao Chen's body was glowing, he was holding a long sword, and he was scanning all his opponents. No one dared to step forward. Wherever he looked at him, those people were palpitating and involuntarily stepped back.
Many people realized that Lao Chen was probably going to die!
Regardless of whether he was friend or foe, everyone saw something strange about him. Thunder light erupted from his chest, and a terrifying dull sound came from inside.
Lao Chen's body was trembling, and he would fall down at any time, but he held on, holding his sword and looking at the end of the horizon in Congling, his originally sharp eyes gradually dimmed.
The four elders of the old arts once commented that if Lao Chen had been born in ancient times, he would have been able to establish a sect at worst, and if he had reached the sky with great force, he might have become a Bodhisattva-level master in the field of the old arts.
Wang Xuan's nose was sore, and he felt very keenly. The vitality in Lao Chen's body was decreasing sharply, and he was indeed dying.
He kicked a master in front of him away with a volley, his eyes turned red, and he rushed towards Old Chen. He never thought that his old colleague was really going to die.
"Master!" Aoki roared, full of despair and sadness. In his eyes, how could Lao Chen, who was extremely powerful and extremely shrewd, die?
"Old Chen!" Many people shouted, unable to accept this reality.
Not long ago, Lao Chen was roaming around here like a god of war, killing three great masters alone, showing his invincible posture, but now his eyes are dimming, and he is about to die.
Many people in the old arts field rushed there, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Old Chen was too fierce. He cut through the new arts camp by himself and reached the other side, but they were so far behind.
"How dare you!" Wang Xuan was angry. He saw someone from the Xinshu camp who was brave enough to hold a long alloy knife towards Lao Chen, trying to chop off his head.
In this situation, even many people in the new art field did not take action. Although many people hated Lao Chen, they had to admire his bravery. Seeing that he was dying, there was no need to destroy his body.
It's just that some people don't think so. Even if Lao Chen's eyes lose their luster, there are still a few people who want to step forward and kill him and give him an undignified death.
There is no doubt about Wang Xuan's combat prowess. When Lao Chen broke through the new art camp, he was not very far away. He was ahead of others who were following the old art path and was closest to Lao Chen.
Now he was so angry that he picked up a corpse and turned it around. He threw it out with a bang and accurately hit the young man who rushed towards Lao Chen.
With a bang, the young man was knocked upside down, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and the alloy knife fell to the ground.
He stood up holding his nose, glanced at Wang Xuan hatefully, and desperately picked up the long knife on the ground and headed towards Lao Chen again.
Today, he just wants to do something big! No matter what others think, whether it is a curse or a criticism, he just wants to cut off the head of the great master of the old arts!
Besides him, there were several other people approaching. They were all young people, quite radical. They were so passionate that they didn't care about anything else. They just wanted to take the head of the old master, without thinking about what kind of storm it would cause.
Wang Xuan was very close, his eyes were terrifying. If someone really cut off Lao Chen's head before he saw him, he felt that he would never forgive himself in this life.
He didn't have time to pick up the body and hit others, but there were many rocks on the gray-brown frozen soil. He kicked up a stone as big as a basin and hit the young man who had raised the alloy knife in the chest.
The blow was so heavy that everyone nearby heard a crunching sound. Several of the young man's bones were broken. It can only be said that Wang Xuan's kick was extremely powerful.
After all, he is a person who has practiced the Golden Body Technique to the early stage of the fifth level. His flesh and blood are full of vitality and contains amazing power.
The young man in the new art field fell to the ground, coughing up blood from his mouth. Although he was not dead, his chest collapsed and the severe pain made him hate him endlessly.
The pupils of the other young men who rushed towards Lao Chen shrank, but they did not stop. They wanted to be the first to cut off Lao Chen's head, but it was too late. Wang Xuan finally came closer.
He jumped over, in mid-air, and kicked a young man's chest through with one kick. You can imagine how terrifying this force was, and he fell to the ground on this person's body.
"Ah..." The man screamed in pain, extremely miserable, because the severe pain was unbearable.
It can be said that this scene was a bit bloody and unbearable to witness, but there was a unanimous roar of joy from the old magic camp, and everyone was very excited.
Just now, many people were going crazy. Lao Chen was still defeated. If his body was insulted after death, they would all suffer. They simply couldn't bear to see that happen.
At the same time, everyone outside the field saw this scene. Some people stared at Wang Xuan. That kick was sharper than a steel knife and could actually kick someone through.
Wang Xuan used a little force with his feet to throw the man away, then took a step forward and came to the young man who was knocked over by him with a stone. He kicked him on the head without mercy, and continued like this.
Get rid of both of them.
There were three others who couldn't help but retreat. Seeing Wang Xuan's murderous intent, they felt like cold water was poured on their heads. They stepped back again and again, not daring to rush through.
In this situation, although Lao Chen's eyes were completely dim and his voice was completely silent, he still held the sword and did not fall down.
Wang Xuan touched the tip of Lao Chen's nose and then supported him.
"Master!" Aoki's eyes were about to burst, and he also fought to protect his master, and tears suddenly rolled down his face.
"Don't use too much force. Although your master has lost his voice, there are still lightnings intertwining in his chest, and it can easily explode completely!" Wang Xuan whispered.
Lao Chen's condition was extremely bad, and his breathing had stopped, but the lightning was still emerging in his five internal organs. If he was not careful, he would fall apart and die miserably. This was not the way a great master of the old arts should die.
Wang Xuan stared coldly at the three young men opposite him, but did not kill them. He gently lifted Lao Chen up and retreated, fearing that if there was too much movement, the lightning in his body would explode.
"This area is too complicated. Protect Old Wu as well." Wang Xuan whispered.
Aoki nodded, Lao Chen is so shrewd, and as his disciple, he is naturally not a simple person.
Just because he unknowingly arranged his work for Lao Chen in advance and securely before Wang Xuan graduated, we know that Aoki is definitely not a "good guy".
"Protect Mr. Wu too." Qingmu shouted, leading a large group of people to rush towards Wu Chenglin, wrapping him up and arranging him with Lao Chen.
Both he and Wang Xuan were a little worried. If someone suddenly fired an energy cannon, it would be meaningless for those who were waiting for the endorsement to pursue the matter afterwards.
Old Wu was speechless for a while. He naturally knew what was going on. He came from a super family called Xinxing. It is estimated that no one would dare to let him have an accident easily.
Wang Xuan escorted Lao Chen back and turned around again. Because there were still masters in the new art field, some people slowly walked over and pressed closer.
Wang Xuan was really aroused. Lao Chen was in this situation because of the final persecution of these people. Now he didn't hesitate and was about to kill him again.
Because he really wanted to save Lao Chen and wanted to try to induce a super-sensory state in a deadly battle!
At this time, his fists and kicks were powerful, his internal organs were humming softly, and a faint halo of light almost came out of his body. This was the physical technique left by Zhang Daoling.
He collided with a middle-aged man several times, which made the strong man whose whole body was covered with green light and whose body was extremely tough couldn't bear it anymore. The green light burst out, and his body was punched by Wang Xuan!
This scene aroused many people's surprise and attention. Lao Chen was like a killer, just killing a group of great masters. This young man was actually so powerful. He actually killed a master in the new art field by himself, which aroused eyebrows.
Someone's eyes showed a cold light, stimulating his own blood, and the secret power flowed, and a red light suddenly bloomed outside his body. He wanted to deprive Wang Xuan of his blood essence.
However, Wang Xuan's five internal organs resonated and kept humming. He jumped in the air and rushed over. He quickly collided with the person and beat the person alive after four punches!
Everyone in the new art field was shocked. Although their real masters were all killed by Lao Chen with a black long sword, the two people who were killed just now were not weak either, and they actually died in the hands of that young man.
Another person from the new art field rushed over. He was four meters tall and had a faint blue light outside his body. It was obvious that he was a new human being - a genetic super body with powerful strength. He stepped towards Wang Xuan and punched him.
In the past, the sound of wind and thunder broke out.
Wang Xuan turned aside to avoid it, and then swept across violently. A faint white light erupted from his five organs, spreading to the soles of his feet. He kicked the genetic super body's knee with all his strength. With a click, the man roared in pain and knelt down on one knee.
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Wang Xuan jumped up and hit him on the head with a kick. Without even looking at him, he rushed forward and met another master.
Finally, when Wang Xuan hacked away the fifth person, causing his chest to collapse, he retreated decisively and quickly because he was using the physical skills recorded in the five-page golden book, which consumed too much and he could no longer bear it.
He sighed. Sure enough, the more deliberately he tried to trigger super-sense, the less likely it would be.
At the same time, he calmed down. He knew that today was almost over. No matter what both parties thought, it was almost over.
Someone on the opposite side pointed at Wang Xuan with incomparable hatred and hatred. Apparently they did not expect that such a powerful young man could break out of the old arts field at the last moment and kill several of their masters.
Wang Xuan ignored it and quickly retreated.
Wu Chenglin's eyes flashed, he stared at Wang Xuan again and again, and finally said to Qingmu: "Could the Old Wang mentioned by Old Chen be this young man, right?"
I have to say that Lao Wu is quite keen and can quickly think of all these things.
"No!" Aoki denied.
Wang Xuan slandered, "This old Wu is quite a thief, do you want to dig out his background? It's really unkind."
Wu Chenglin sighed: "Young man, you surprise me so much. You are so strong. It's true that a hero comes from a young age."
Wang Xuan naturally knew that the Wu family wanted to find a master of old arts to cooperate with him, so he was trying to trick him into working hard, so he probably wanted to win him over to work for him.
"All the great masters were killed by Lao Chen, and the ones I killed were much weaker." Wang Xuan shook his head.
At the same time, he was startled and asked: "Where is Lao Chen?"
"People from the relevant departments immediately picked him up on the spacecraft and are undergoing emergency treatment." Aoki said with a heavy heart.
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Lao Chen's death has attracted the attention of all parties, and different organizations have naturally reacted differently.
Most people felt a little sad and felt that it was a pity that such a person finally appeared in the old art field, but he could not escape his fate and could no longer compose a glorious song.
Many people are paying close attention to see when Lao Chen's fire of life will be extinguished.
Thank you: Three fateful hunters, a river of water, fluttering winds, fleeting years, and all kinds of words, the stars are happy.