Beyond Deep Space

Wang Xuan was surprised, there were many things he didn't know.

"My interpretation may be wrong, and it may be different from the truth, just listen to it." Wu Yin smiled.

"The wind and rain are precarious." Wang Xuan whispered.

Wu Yin nodded, and said: "Mr. Chen's expedition organization is really great, whether it is the Lixian Cave Mansion, or the flesh and blood of the female alchemist left over 3000 years ago that can continue the life of modern people, or other more important missions." discoveries...expedition organizations can participate in the first time."

Wang Xuan nodded, Wu Yin's analysis was very orderly.

Obviously, this pool of water is very deep, more complicated than what Wu Yin said, and there are deeper reasons, but a group of old men did not open up.

Just like Lao Chen, although he was full of anger, he didn't reveal it, but put a big hat on him coldly.

"In the era of the philosophers, a hundred schools of thought contended, brilliance and splendor, and stars twinkled. Later, all schools of thought were abolished, and Confucianism was the only one. In this era, do you still want to follow the example of the ancients?!" Lao Chen asked.

"Old Chen, where did you go? This analogy is inappropriate. We are just discussing and competing, and we don't mean to kill them all." The old man in Tang suit said.

"Kill them all? You guys are so confident, you dare to say it!" Old Chen sneered.

Chapter 52

"Old Chen, don't think so extreme. No one wants to kill them all. In the end, it's just a competition to promote competition and achieve the goal of mutual progress." The old man in Tang suit said gently, trying to downplay this problem.

"Whether anyone wants to completely suppress the old technique, I still don't know?" Old Chen said coldly.

"Old Chen, you are still so stubborn. After the death of the four elders of the old art, there are only you and one or two people left who are still strong and thoughtful in this field." The old man in Tang suit shook his head, Calm and full of calm, speak very confidently.

Old Chen said: "Chang Heng, you are very confident. Since you feel that you have found a bridge to the extraordinary, your strength has leaped, and your character is no longer restrained."

The old man in Tang suit is named Chang Heng. He also has short hair, black and thick. Except for a few wrinkles on his face when he speaks, he doesn't look old. His eyes are deep, and he has a kind of inner strength.

The most astonishing thing is that there is a faint halo on his body surface at this time, as if some kind of mysterious power is attached to it, which makes people feel palpitating and feels extraordinary.

He stood on the gray-brown frozen soil, with a hazy light emitting from his body, and a cold battleship not far behind him, with a sense of coexistence of mythology and technology.

Many people's hearts are racing. There have been many new species of new stars in the past few decades, and they have gradually revealed their clues in recent years. They were brought out from somewhere.

It is reported that the new technique is also related to that place!

If you look closely, the time is really not short.

"It's not short, you want to fight me for the second time?" Old Chen walked forward.

Obviously, the battle between the new technique and the old technique has happened long ago, and the duel is very fierce, but outsiders don't understand it.

Chang Heng, an old man in Tang suit, shook his head and said, "No, I'm 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 directly and rudely.

He is three meters tall and has a strong physique. He is holding a black metal iron rod in his hand, and after hitting the ground, he makes a trembling sound.

This person's figure is too tall, but he is not clumsy at all, his body is strong and his movements are flexible, and the alloy iron rod in his hand weighs at least one or two hundred catties.

Wang Xuan was surprised, there is such a tall person?

Wu Yin explained in a low voice: "This is one of the new humans. It has undergone various gene editing and optimization many times when it was still in the mother's womb."

"Is it very strong?" Wang Xuan asked.

Wu Yinzheng nodded, and said: "Very strong, with pure physical fitness, he can leap ten meters high in the air, and his strength is surprisingly strong. In ancient times, the fierce generals, who can lift a tripod, can easily do it for him. , and his speed is astonishingly fast, he can catch up with tigers and leopards in an instant in the mountains."

This is the genetic super body, and the best among them will be even more terrifying, almost like a superman.

The three-meter-high gene super body has a strong body, tough and shiny skin, and looks powerful. He said: "Who is a person who practices old skills and comes to fight with me? I will use your cold weapons to compete with you. "

Before Lao Chen could move, a shout came from midair: "Chen Yongjie, your opponent is me!"

The middle-aged man who used to drive the silver-gray mecha, now has a blue mecha, which is almost transparent, with a very soft metallic luster, and the material is unusual at first glance.

Wu Chenglin's face changed beside Aoki, and he whispered: "This is a new type of mecha developed last year. It is made of very special materials. It was brought back from the place where the new technique was excavated. This kind of mecha is very strong, and it is difficult to break through it 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 at every turn. Don't you feel bad if I directly knock it down?"

"Chen Yongjie, you are still as conceited as ever!" Lan Yingying's mecha was hanging in the sky, radiating brilliant brilliance, looking down, the voice of the middle-aged man came from the middle, saying: "The times have changed, the mecha can Mass production and scale create masters. And in the field of old arts, how many masters can appear in one era?!"

"Being defeated in the field of old arts, you switched to other camps, and then began 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 high in the sky, and said: "Actually, in the final analysis, it is a dispute between new techniques and old techniques. What does it have to do with you people who control mechas? Once I am in charge of a suitable mech, I can kill all of you by myself!"

Old Chen's murderous aura, his astonishing strength and domineering made all parties shudder, and he was directly kicked out of the mecha camp, not regarded as an opponent of a new force at all.

"Old techniques are difficult to practice, so some people in mechas and genetic super-body began to get in touch with new techniques, and finally some people successfully embarked on this path. After all, there is only a struggle between old and new, and no other third-party camps!" 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: "The defeated general of the past, the hatred has made you dizzy. Do you think, when I put on the mecha, what level of opponent are you? It's just a pile of scrap copper Rotten humanoid target. Not only you, but all of you!"

Wang Xuan was amazed, Lao Chen was so powerful that he despised everyone on the opposite side, but it was really easy to arouse public anger.

Chang Heng, an old man in Tang suit, said, "Old Chen, you don't want to fight everyone alone, do you? In this case, even if you have some dazzling achievements, you will soon be unable to hold on. At the same time, this can only prove that you Your own achievements in the old art are indeed amazing, but it cannot represent the overall strength of the old art. Once you die, it means that the old art is completely defeated, the banner is down, and no one can stand up again. From now on, the old art should not be mentioned again. !"

Naturally, other experts in the field of old arts came to the scene. They were a little indignant when they heard about it, and they naturally knew the other party's cruel intentions.

Although Chang Heng, the old man in Tang suit, did not talk to them, he was actually poking at their hearts, asking if these people could do it, and if they dared to make a move. His words were contemptuous and contemptuous.

"Old Chen, today is not your business alone, don't stop us." A master in the field of old arts said, and walked out directly.

This is a middle-aged man, in his forties, with a height of 1.9 meters, carrying a long alloy knife. He is indeed tall and tall among normal people, but he looks very short in front of the genetic super body.

There was almost no conversation between the two sides, and they started to fight. In the deafening metal collision, the alloy long knife collided with the iron rod, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound almost tore people's eardrums.

The 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man blocked the three-meter-high genetic superbody, and the strength of the two seems to be equal, which shows that his old art achievements are quite impressive.

After all, he started as an ordinary person, while the opposite was a different kind.

On the ancient battlefield, these two men are considered fierce generals.

"It's a pity that practicing the old technique can't touch the supernatural. After all, it's a mortal body. Such a cold weapon showdown is meaningless." The old man in Tang suit said.

Chi!

Suddenly, the three-meter-high genetic super body emitted a hazy blue light, and its power soared, directly breaking the opponent's alloy long knife, and then poking it with an iron rod.

puff!

Blood gushed out, and the 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man was in extreme pain. His chest was pierced by the 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 knew this man, the two were old acquaintances.

The gene super body provoked him, and suddenly swung the alloy iron rod forcefully. The 1.9-meter-old man was thrown more than ten meters away like a scarecrow, and fell to the ground with a plop, covered in blood, and never got up again.

Aoki and a group of practitioners of old techniques rushed over quickly, and after a little investigation, they knew that the middle-aged man would not survive. Not only was his heart pierced by an iron rod, but his internal organs were also strangled by that blue light.

"Too cruel!"

"Brother Li!"

Someone cried out.

"The masters in the field of old arts are not very good." Someone on the opposite side said, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. Although he was thin, his eyes were as bright as golden lamps, and he looked quite extraordinary. He said: "I You are people who follow the new path, and I am very disappointed in you, I think that apart from Mr. Chen, other people who follow the old path are probably not worth my shot!"

Old Chen stepped forward and forced him over.

In mid-air, the middle-aged man in the blue mech said, "Old Chen, are you finally going to take care of everything?"

Chang Heng, an old man in Tang suit, said with a faint smile: "Old Chen, do you need to admit that there is no one in the field of old arts except you, and it is completely over?!"

"Don't provoke me, I'll kill you all in a while!" Old Chen said murderously.

Among the crowd practicing old skills, an old man in his sixties came out and said: "Old Chen, you know my situation. There is something wrong with my practice. I can't live for a few years. Let me do it. It doesn't matter if I die. If you can't I am a bit unwilling to fight against someone who takes a new path."

Obviously, he knew he was invincible and wanted to go out.

He felt that if Lao Chen was the only one who took the old art path, his face would be too ugly, and it would be like what those people said on the opposite side, the old art was gone, and it had fallen to the point where people couldn't look directly at it.

Old Chen sighed, he knew this old man, he had devoted his whole life in the field of old arts, and he was very stubborn, even if he blocked him, it would not work.

Although this old man in his sixties looked old, after the eruption, his fists had a faint halo, and a thunderous sound came out from within his body, blasting towards the skinny middle-aged man who was taking the new art path.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, he didn't dare to touch head-on, he quickly backed away, and only when the old man's fist dimmed did he attack quickly.

The two fought fiercely, and their movements were so fast that there was a sound of wind and thunder.

However, after several strokes, the old man suddenly stopped moving, and his body began to wither. A red glow rushed out of his body, as if someone had taken his soul away. His eyes were blank, and he stood there motionless up.

Chi Xia got into the hands of the skinny middle-aged man on the opposite side, and was condensed into a sharp sword by him, then 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, his voice was like thunder, and many people's ears were buzzing.

"Old Chen, you can see that the decline of the old art is irreversible, and the decline is inevitable!" Someone said coldly.

"How is Lao Chen?" High in the sky, the voice of the middle-aged man sneered from inside Lan Yingying's mecha.

Old Chen looked up at him and said, "It starts with you!"

He drew out a sword, which was about 1.5 meters long. It was black and faint, without any cold luster, and it didn't look sharp. It pointed in the air.

Then, on his slightly swollen back, his clothes were ripped open, and a pair of silver wings stretched out. In an instant, the silver light surged, and Old Chen soared into the sky!

"This is a thruster developed by my family. It is very fast and can catch up with the mech." Wu Yin explained to Wang Xuan.

"Let's see how you break through this new material..." Although the middle-aged man in the air was surprised, he was not afraid, and he swung towards old Chen Li with a big sword in both hands.

Clang!

The next moment, the large alloy sword in his hand actually broke, and Lao Chen rushed past, then returned to the ground, putting away the dark sword in his hand.

In mid-air, Lan Yingying's mecha sprinkled a large amount of blood rain, and then fell down with a bang, and was cut in half, and the mecha was broken in two!

Just one face-to-face, and that kind of mecha developed with new materials will be destroyed!

As for the middle-aged man among them, he yelled horribly, and his body, which was also cut in half, fell from the sky, smashed to the ground in an instant, and died tragically.

When Lao Chen returned to the ground, he strode towards the three-meter-high gene super body without saying a word, and slapped it with a bang.

when!

The long alloy stick in the hands of the Gene Superbody seemed to be hit by a train. His hands holding the stick were so shocked that his hands were bloody, his mouth was torn, his nails were all lifted off, and the iron rod flew tens of meters away. He was also shocked by the huge force and staggered backwards.

Lao Chen's speed was too fast, like a streamer, he followed up in an instant, and slapped the gene super body's chest with a slap.

With a puff, the three-meter-high genetic superbody disintegrated instantly in mid-air after flying 12 meters away.

"Old Chen, do you want to fight to the end alone?" Someone asked loudly.

"If you don't accept it, or if you are afraid, you all go together!" Lao Chen shouted, and after a distance of more than ten meters, he came to the skinny middle-aged man who was walking the Xinshu road!

Chapter 53 The Last Glory of the Old Art

Old Chen Yizong was more than ten meters away, leaving an afterimage in place. The speed was so fast that many people didn't realize it.

The skinny middle-aged man is undoubtedly a formidable master. Before the eyes of others could catch up with Lao Chen, he had already made a move.

A piece of red glow swept across in his hand, cutting towards Lao Chen's neck, like a round of red sun steaming on the spot, and then exploded, trying to drown the opponent.

Without any hesitation, Lao Chen struck Chixia with his palm, there was a bang, it was the sound of wind and thunder, as if a thunder had exploded on the spot, it was deafening, and sand and stones flew away.

Many people's hearts skipped a beat, if this continues, will Lao Chen be able to play a real thunder?If the old art has reached that level, it means that there was a certain saying in ancient times.

Amidst the dull sound, it was as if a monster had been struck by thunder from the sky, and the scarlet clouds on the scene burst into pieces, turning into bright red blood and scattering around, directly exploding.

Chi Chi!

A large area of ​​red light rain fell, some of which were submerged in the permafrost, and many impacted on the unique brown rocks of the Pamirs. With the sound of clicking, the hard stones were either broken or pierced by red clouds, and they were riddled with holes. .

Everyone's complexion changed, the dripping rain of light has such power, how strong is that red light?

No wonder this person was conceited earlier, he ignored other old art masters except Lao Chen, but now his performance is indeed frightening.

It can only be said that Old Chen was too strong, and with one palm he scattered the glaring scarlet glow, and then his body was as fast as lightning, he followed up in front of his eyes in an instant, and slapped forward.

The skinny middle-aged man's pupils constricted, and his hair stood on end. He will never forget that a moment ago, old Chen once slapped the three-meter-high gene super body known for its physical strength more than ten meters away, and made it fly in mid-air. The explosion in the middle is really scary.

If he was hit, he would probably turn into a bloody bone scum.At the critical moment, he took a deep breath, the pores all over his body dilated, a secret force circulated, and he used his trump card against Lao Chen, the blood in his body was boiling!

Old Chen felt something, the blood essence in his body fluctuated, attracted by a special mysterious force, and seemed to leave his body.

He understood why the old man who took the old art path suddenly withered and remained motionless. He was stripped of blood and essence in an instant, and his flesh and blood lost their vitality and died.

However, Lao Chen is not an ordinary person, the five internal organs in his body vibrated, and with a bang, not only did his blood energy not leak out, but instead rushed like a long river, his vitality was extremely strong, and his blood glowed.

It was a real thunderclap, it was no longer an illusion, a faint white light burst out from Lao Chen's internal organs, and hit the skinny man directly.

The skinny middle-aged man used his trump card, but received a hazy white thunder light, his body shook violently at that moment, and then with a bang, he fell apart on the spot.