Lao Chen's body was glowing, he held a long sword, and scanned all his opponents, none of them dared to step forward. Wherever his eyes caught him, those people were in palpitations and retreated involuntarily.
Many people realized that Lao Chen was probably going to die!
Regardless of enemy or friend, everyone could see his abnormality, thunder flashed from his chest, and there was a terrible dull sound inside.
Lao Chen's body was trembling, and he was about to fall down at any time, but he held on, holding his sword and looking at the end of the Congling horizon, his original sharp eyes gradually dimmed.
The Four Masters of Old Arts once commented that if Lao Chen was born in ancient times, he would be able to establish a school at worst, and if he was strong, he might become a Bodhisattva-level master in the field of Old Arts.
Wang Xuan's nose was sore, he felt very keen, and the vitality of Lao Chen's body was declining sharply, and it was indeed dying.
He kicked an expert in front of him away with a volley, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Lao Chen, never thinking that his old colleague was really going to die.
"Master!" Aoki growled, full of despair and sadness. In his eyes, the extremely powerful and shrewd old Chen, how could he die?
"Old Chen!" Many people shouted, unable to accept this reality.
Not long ago, Lao Chen was still here, like a god of war possessed, killing three great masters by himself, showing an invincible posture, but now his eyes dimmed, and he was about to die.
Many people in the field of old arts rushed there, feeling extremely uncomfortable in their hearts. Old Chen was too fierce. He pierced through the camp of new arts by himself and went to the opposite side, but they were so far behind.
"How dare you!" Wang Xuan was furious. He saw someone from the new art camp bravely holding an alloy long knife and going towards Lao Chen, intending to chop off his head.
In this situation, even many people in the field of new arts did not do anything anymore. 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 there are some people who don't think so. Even if Lao Chen's eyes lose their luster, there are still a few people who want to step forward, want to kill him, and give him an unseemly death.
There is no doubt about Wang Xuan's fighting power. When Lao Chen pierced through the new camp, he was not very far away. He was closer to Lao Chen than the others who took the old road.
Now he was furious, picked up a dead body and started to spin it, and smashed it out with a bang, precisely hitting the young man who was rushing towards Old Chen.
With a bang, the young man was thrown on his back, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the alloy knife fell to the ground.
He stood up clutching his nose, glanced at Wang Xuan bitterly, and in spite of everything, picked up the long knife on the ground and went towards Lao Chen again.
Today, he is going to do a big thing! No matter what others think, whether it's a curse or a criticism, he just wants to cut off the head of the great master of the old arts!
Other than him, there are a few other people approaching. They are all young people, quite radical, and they don¡¯t care about other things after being enthusiastic. They only want to take the head of the old art master, and they don¡¯t think about what kind of storm it will cause.
Wang Xuan was very close, and his eyes were terrifying. If someone cut off Lao Chen's head in front of him, he felt that he would never forgive himself in this life.
It was too late for him to pick up the corpse and hit people, but there were many rocks on the gray-brown frozen soil. He kicked up a stone the size of a water basin with a bang, and hit the chest of the young man who raised the alloy knife.
The blow was so heavy that everyone nearby heard a cracking sound, and the young man's bones were broken several times. 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 contain amazing power.
The young man in the new art field fell to the ground, coughing up blood continuously, although he was not dead, but his chest collapsed, and the severe pain made him hate him endlessly.
The pupils of the other young people rushing towards Old Chen shrank, but they did not stop, and wanted to take the first step to cut off Old Chen's head, but it was too late, and Wang Xuan finally got close.
He jumped over, in mid-air, and kicked a young man's chest through with one kick. It is conceivable how terrifying this kind of force is. He fell to the ground by stepping on this person's body.
"Ah" the man cried out in pain, extremely miserable, because the severe pain was unbearable.
It can be said that this kind of scene is a bit bloody and unbearable to witness, but there are unanimous and joyful roars from the old art camp, and they are all very excited.
Just now, many people were going crazy. Old Chen hadn't lost a single defeat. If someone insulted his body after death, they would all be in pain and couldn't bear to see that happen.
At the same time, all parties outside the court saw this scene. Someone was staring at Wang Xuan, and that kick was sharper than a steel knife, and it could kick people off.?? Kill their digital masters in a row.
Wang Xuan ignored it and quickly retreated.
Wu Chenglin's eyes flickered, he stared at Wang Xuan again and again, and finally said to Aoki: "The old Wang in Lao Chen's mouth must be this young man, right?"
I have to say that Lao Wu is quite keen, and I can quickly associate this.
"No!" Aoki denied it.
Wang Xuan slandered, this old Wu is quite a thief, it is not kind to want to dig out his background.
Wu Chenglin sighed: "Young man, you really surprised me. You are so strong. You are really a hero."
Naturally, Wang Xuan knew that the Wu family wanted to cooperate with a master of old arts. Such a practice was almost courteous, and he presumably wanted to win him over to work hard.
"The big masters were all killed by Lao Chen, and the ones I killed were much weaker." Wang Xuan shook his head.
At the same time, he was taken aback, and asked, "Where's Lao Chen?"
"The person from the relevant department picked up the spaceship immediately and is undergoing emergency treatment." Aoki said with a heavy heart
The death of Lao Chen attracted the attention of all parties, and naturally different organizations reacted differently.
? Most people are a little bit emotional, and feel that it is a pity that such a person finally appeared in the field of old arts, but it is inevitable that they will not be able to compose another brilliant future.
Many people are watching closely to see when Lao Chen's fire of life will be extinguished.
?Thanks to: The Hunter of Three Lives, One River of Water, Xiao Xiaofeng, Years Like Water, There are also thousands of words, and the stars are happy.