"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, you and one or two people are the only ones left who are still very strong and thoughtful in this field. "The old man in Tang suit shook his head, showing calmness and confidence in his words.
Old Chen said: "Chang Heng, you are very confident. Ever since you felt that you had found a bridge to the extraordinary, your leap in strength has made your character no longer restrained."
Tang Suit The old man's name is 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.
He stood on the gray-brown frozen soil, with a hazy light emitting from his body, and not far behind him was a cold warship. There was a sense of the coexistence of mythology and technology.
Many people's hearts 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 closely, time is really not short.
"We are old, do you want to fight with me a second time?" Lao Chen walked forward.
Obviously, the competition between the new technique and the old technique has happened a long time ago. The duel was very fierce, but outsiders did not 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 technique can still emit the last residual heat!" Someone in the distance shouted rudely.
He was three meters tall, with 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 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."
"It's very Is it strong?" Wang Xuan asked.
Wu Yin nodded solemnly and said: "He is very strong. With pure physical fitness, he can jump ten meters high in the air. His strength is surprisingly strong. He is a fierce general in ancient times who can lift a cauldron. He can do it easily, and his speed is also amazing. He can catch up with tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests in an instant."
This is the genetic super body, the best among them.It will be even more terrifying, almost like Superman.
The three-meter-tall genetic super-body has a strong body, tough skin and crystal luster. He looks powerful. He said: "Who is practicing the old skills and comes to duel with me? I will use you." I will compete with you with my cold weapon."
Before Lao Chen moved, a voice came from mid-air: "Chen Yongjie, your opponent is me!"
The silver-gray machine was used earlier. The middle-aged man named A has now changed into a blue mecha. It is almost transparent, the metallic luster is very soft, and the material is unusual at first glance.
Wu Chenglin's face changed next to Qingmu, and he whispered: "This is a new 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 It's very strong and difficult to break open with external force."
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. If it is knocked down by me directly. Come on, don't you feel bad?"
"Chen Yongjie, you are still as conceited as ever!" Lan Yingying's mecha was hanging in the sky, shining brightly, looking down, and there was a sound coming from the middle. The voice of a young man said: "The times have changed. Mechas can be mass-produced, and large-scale production creates masters. But in the field of old arts, how many masters can appear in one era?!"
"In the old arts field, how many masters can appear in one era?!"
" After losing the field and switching to other camps, you started 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. Binghan stared at the blue mecha high 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? As a practitioner of old techniques, once I enter If you choose the right mecha, one person can kill all of you!"
Lao Chen is so murderous, so powerful and domineering that it makes all parties feel terrified. He was directly kicked out of the mecha camp, which is totally inappropriate! Become a new force opponent.
“Old techniques are difficult to practice, so 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 nothing else. The third party camp!" Old Chen said coldly.
"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 are when I put on the mecha? But what kind of opponent do you think you are?" It’s a human target covered in a pile of scrap metal, not just you, but all of you!” Wang Xuan marveled, Lao Chen was so powerful that he despised everyone on the other side. It’s also really easy to cause public outrage.
Chang Heng, an old man in Tang suit, said: "Old Chen, do you want to deal with everyone alone? 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 your own attainments in the old arts are indeed amazing, but it does not represent the overall strength of the old arts. Once you die, it means that the old arts are completely defeated.When the flag falls, no one can stand up. From now on, don’t mention the old skills again! ”
Of course other masters in the old arts field came to the scene. They were a little angry after hearing this, and naturally knew the other party’s cruel intentions.
Although Chang Heng, the old man in Tang suit, did not talk to them , but in fact, he is poking at their hearts, asking these people whether they can do it, whether they dare to take action, and the words are 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 was a strong man, in his forties, with a height of 1.9 meters. He was holding an alloy long knife and was holding it. He is indeed tall and tall among normal people, but he looks very small when facing the genetic super body.
The two sides barely exchanged words. In the deafening metal collision, the alloy sword and the sword were struck. The iron rods clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound could tear people's eardrums.
The 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man blocked the three-meter-tall genetic super body. The two seemed to have equal strength. It can be seen that his achievements in old skills are quite impressive.
After all, he started out as an ordinary person, while his opponent was an outlier.
On the ancient battlefield, both of them were considered equals. A fierce general.
"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 spoke.
Chi!
Suddenly, the three-meter-tall genetic super body emitted a hazy blue light, its power surged, and it directly smashed the opponent's alloy sword. It broke, and then an iron rod poked through it.
Poof!
The 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man was in great pain, and his chest was penetrated by the iron rod. He grabbed the iron rod on his chest with both hands, but he had no strength left.
"Brother Li! "Aoki shouted, obviously he knew this man, the two were old acquaintances.
The genetic super body provoked him, and suddenly swung the alloy iron rod hard, and the 19-meter-tall man was thrown out like a scarecrow. More than ten meters away, he fell to the ground with a thud, covered in blood, and never got up.
Aoki and a group of people practicing old arts rushed over quickly, but after a little exploration, they knew that the middle-aged man was there. He couldn't survive, not only his heart was broken by the iron rod, but his internal organs were also tortured by the blue light.
"It's so cruel! "
"Brother Li! "
Some people cried out sadly.
"The masters in the old art field are not very good. "Someone spoke from the opposite side, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. Although he was skinny, his eyes were as bright as golden lamps. He looked quite extraordinary. He added: "I am a person who follows the path of new arts. I am very disappointed. I feel that except for Mr. Chen, the other people who follow the old path are probably not worthy of my attention! "
Old Chen took a step forward and pushed forward.
In mid-air, the middle-aged man in the blue mecha said: "Old Chen, you are finally going to start making big bags." Got it? ”
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, and it is 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. , Death doesn’t matter, if I can’t compete with someone who takes the new path, I won’t be willing to do it.”
Obviously, he wanted to go out even though he knew he was losing.
He felt that if only Lao Chen took action among those who followed the path of the old technique, it would be too ugly. It would be just like what those people opposite said, there would be no one left in the old technique, and it would have fallen to the level of the order. The point where one cannot look straight.
Old 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-year-old man looked old, after the explosion, his fist actually had a faint halo, and the sound of thunder came from the body faintly, blasting towards the new technique. A skinny middle-aged man on the road.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he did not dare to confront him head-on. He quickly retreated. 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, and his eyes were dull. , stood there unable to move.
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 technique is irreversible and its decline is inevitable!" someone said coldly.
"How about Old 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 meter and a half long. It was all black and faint, and there was nothing cold about it. The luster, which didn't look sharp, pointed far into 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 mid-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. Lao 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, smashed to the ground in an instant, and died miserably.
Lao Chen returned to the ground, strode toward the three-meter-tall genetic super body, and without a word, slapped him with a bang.
Dang!
The alloy long stick in the genetic super body's hand seemed to have been hit by a train. His hands holding the stick were so shocked that they were bloody, the tiger's mouth was torn, and all his fingernails were lifted off. The iron rod flew dozens of meters away from his hand. Far away, the genetic super body itself was also shaken backwards by the huge force, staggering.
Lao Chen was so fast, like a stream of light, that he followed up instantly 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. Falling to the ground!
"Old Chen, do you want to fight to the end alone?" someone asked loudly.
"If you don't accept it or are afraid, you can come together!" Lao Chen shouted, and he was about ten meters away, and in an instant he was in front of the skinny middle-aged man who was taking the new technique!