The Other Side of Deep Space

That year, I kicked a grandmaster to death on the Pamir Plateau! Wang Xuan felt that if he had successfully retired now, he could write a biography like this.

Unfortunately, that was totally unrealistic.

At this moment, in the public eye, he was a young man in his early twenties, and he kicked Xia Qing to death with one kick. It was impossible not to attract attention!

However, this put him under great pressure, because he was very clear about what this meant.

There is no doubt that he is now the focus of the whole audience. Not to mention the people from the new and old camps, it is estimated that even the chaebols and people from major organizations in the warships in the sky are probably shocked and are staring at the big screen.

In fact, it is true. The whole audience is paying attention, the warships in the sky, the crowds on the ground, men and women are all looking at him, their faces are full of shock, and they feel incredible.

How old is he? So young, even if Xia Qing is seriously injured, it is still a bit outrageous to be kicked to death by someone!

"Who said that there is no one in the old art? Where did this young man come from? He is very fierce." An old man in a super battleship in the distance said while looking at the big screen.

Such people are naturally not short of real masters around them. A middle-aged man said: "We need to wait and see. Maybe Xia Qing can't hold on anymore."

In the super battleship where the relevant departments of the old land are located, the deputy was very quiet. He sat there without saying a word, staring at Lao Chen on the big screen, and then looked at Wang Xuan, without saying anything.

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At the scene, everyone in the field of the old art was very shocked. As an expert, they naturally understood deeply how terrifying the grandmaster was. He was absolutely high above. Even if he was seriously injured, it would be easy to kill people like them alone!

Wu Yin was surprised. What level of master was Xiao Wang? How strong was he? He actually killed a grandmaster at this juncture.

Wu Chenglin also stared at Wang Xuan. If they wanted to cooperate deeply with the expedition organization, they needed the intervention of masters in the field of the old art. Isn't this ready-made?

Qingmu realized that Xiao Wang's kick made a lot of noise!

Being watched like this was not what Wang Xuan wanted. He was very calm and sober. This clean and neat kick attracted attention and amazement. It looked glorious, but he would definitely be watched by others, and even looked at with a magnifying glass.

This was contrary to his original intention. Now he wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to go in front of everyone.

Once noticed, there would be all kinds of accidents and uncertainties, and even danger was approaching.

Wang Xuan was the first to rush over and hold Lao Chen. He was really worried. His old colleague was in a very bad state now. His breathing was heavy, his chest was heaving violently, and his body was burning hot.

"Master!" Qingmu almost shed tears and held Lao Chen's other arm.

"Don't worry, he won't die for a while, he can hold on until he leaves." Lao Chen said in a deep voice. Under the cold silver mask, his voice was still cold.

He signaled Qingmu not to be anxious, let alone lose his composure here, and wait until he really leaves.

A group of people rushed over and surrounded Lao Chen.

"Lao Chen, are you okay?" Wu Chenglin asked.

"Nothing." Lao Chen replied calmly.

The more he acted like this, the heavier Wang Xuan's heart became. Lao Chen's condition was not good.

A group of people were greeting him, but they didn't know the inside story. Seeing that Lao Chen's breathing was gradually stabilizing, they thought he was fine, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Young man, you are amazing!" After relaxing, a master of the old art looked at Wang Xuan and showed him surprise and admiration.

Although Lao Chen was super today, he killed through the new art camp alone, defeated three grandmasters in a row, and killed two people with his own hands, which was definitely a blast in Congling! Today's news will definitely spread to all places and cause a huge sensation.

But the young man in front of him must also attract a wave of attention. Even if Xia Qing was physically exhausted and had serious problems, being killed like this would still cause waves.

"Young man, you are not old, but you are so powerful, really good." Old Wu also spoke with a gentle smile.

Wang Xuan complained in his heart. Not long ago, Old Wu was very unkind and mentioned the name Old Wang there. Now he changed his words and said that the young man is really good?

He was quite calm and "refuted the rumor" at the first time, saying: "It was purely an accident. When I rushed over, she was already exhausted. Grandmaster Xia Qing actually died in the hands of Old Chen."

When Wu Chenglin heard him say this, he laughed immediately and admired him even more. He felt that this young man was very clear about his situation and was not blinded by the glory. This was to protect himself.

Wu Yin also smiled and nodded to him.

Wang Xuan was surprised. What was the situation of Old Wu? She folded her hands on her chest and turned sideways to him. Isn't this the same? She has a very curvy figure, but she is still broad-minded. She sees mountains from the side and peaks from the side.

Mainly because, when Wu Yin saw Xia Qing being kicked, as a woman, she felt the same pain, and subconsciously crossed her arms and turned to the side.

She complained in her heart that Xiao Wang was indeed cruel, even super fierce, and she felt offended for no reason.

At the same time, she also thought of another person who had kicked her in the butt and made her fall into the lake. Now she gritted her teeth when she thought about it.

Could it be that young people who practice the old technique now prefer to use their feet instead of their hands? She thought about it and quickly rejected it. After all, the Xiao Wang in front of her was much better than that Wang Xuan!

"Let's go!" Qingmu said, worried about Lao Chen, and wanted to take him to treatment as soon as possible. There were the most advanced medical equipment and professionals in the spacecraft.

Wang Xuan personally supported Lao Chen and looked at the surroundings vigilantly. At this time, his pupils contracted, and the other party was indeed agitated!

In the new technique camp, a group of people were slowly walking and forcing over. Seeing that Lao Chen was not in a good state, some of them were eager to try!

They were not some impetuous young people, but mainly middle-aged people, with cold eyes and very hostile to the old art camp.

Because they knew very well what the result of today's battle meant, Lao Chen single-handedly extended the life of the old art!

Before this, the rise of the new art was fierce, and it had contacts and secret talks with all parties, and it was directly intercepting the tiger and wolf medicine of the old art.

All this was based on the fact that the old art had produced several grand masters and could help the chaebols prolong their lifespans, and compared the new art with the old art, saying that the latter was completely in decline, and when Lao Chen died, this road was over.

But today, Lao Chen alone broke through the new art camp, slashed the mecha with a sword, defeated three grand masters alone, and killed two people with force, which was simply superb.

At this point, who dares to say that the old art is not good? !

The three grand masters had personally lobbied the chaebols and hinted to the major organizations that they needed to further tilt resources, but now all three were killed by Lao Chen alone.

Today is a major blow to the new art!

Especially in the last stage, the young man who jumped out inexplicably kicked the Grandmaster Xia Qing to death, which indirectly proved that the old art has successors.

This made the people in the new art field indignant, impatient, and furious. They felt as if they were knocked down from the colorful clouds to the dust today.

They all knew that after today's battle, the old art path was alive! The major chaebols and organizations will definitely continue to tilt resources towards them.

The people who were slowly approaching were naturally closely related to the three Grandmasters, otherwise they would not be so hostile.

Now, they all saw that Lao Chen had a very serious problem. In the end, he did not chase Xia Qing. It was obvious that he could not do it.

"Kill!"

On the side of the new art camp, someone took the lead and shouted, unable to hold back, and rushed over, followed by a large group of people.

In their opinion, except for Lao Chen in the old art field, the others were not worth worrying about, and were far from being opponents of the new art camp!

The leaders were either friends or disciples of the three great masters. They wanted to rush over together now to kill Lao Chen and avenge Mo Hai, Xia Qing and Chen Kai.

Wang Xuan quickly stood in front. There was nothing to say. Now he couldn't keep a low profile. Since this group of people were going crazy, he could only follow and kill them to the end!

"Let go!" Lao Chen whispered, letting Qingmu let go, and then he walked out with the black sword dripping with blood.

The people on the opposite side suddenly froze, and even slowed down their steps. They were at a loss. Lao Chen's performance today was obvious to all. He was like a killing god, which made a group of people feel cold in their hearts.

Wang Xuan was also startled. He looked at Lao Chen who was out of the crowd. He was suspicious. Was his old colleague deliberately waiting for the other side to come forward?

Mainly because of the time they spent together, Lao Chen's fishing again and again made Wang Xuan a little hairy, and he couldn't see the real thoughts of his old colleague.

When Lao Chen passed by him, he sighed in a barely audible voice: "I can't do it anymore. I'll kill all the top masters among them, and the rest... you deal with it!"

After he said that, he jumped more than ten meters away. His speed was too fast. He killed directly with a black sword in his hand and broke into the crowd in an instant!

Although Lao Chen was in a bad physical condition, he was brave and unstoppable. He was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. No one could resist him. The sword light was raging, killing people everywhere. A group of masters fell down in an instant. No one could stop him!

Wang Xuan saw this scene, what else could he say? It was impossible for him to watch Lao Chen's physical problems explode and die there. Now he couldn't keep a low profile, so he aroused his blood and killed him!

In the back, a group of people who followed the old technique path shouted and rushed to kill, because Lao Chen's performance made them feel distressed and sad.

Now, Lao Chen is still invincible, the sword in his hand is shining like a rainbow, and every time the sword falls, a great master in the field of old arts is killed, but his mouth and nose are constantly bleeding, and his chest seems to be about to explode, rising and falling to a scary degree!

Many people realize that Lao Chen will most likely die here today, and his injuries have long been irreversible. He is now trying his best to wipe out some powerful enemies in the field of new arts!

Many people in the field of old arts have red eyes, feeling that they are useless, and let Lao Chen kill this step alone, they all do their best to kill forward,

At this moment, in the eyes of many people, Lao Chen is glowing, extremely bright, and as sharp as the long sword in his hand, invincible in the field.

However, this should be his last splendor. He did not cough up blood when fighting with the three masters, but now his clothes are stained with blood, and his mouth and nose are bleeding continuously.

"Old Chen, retreat, don't fight anymore!" Wang Xuan shouted. He couldn't help it. His nose was a little sour. He kept suppressing his potential. Regardless, he used the physical skills recorded in the five-page golden book again!

"Kill!" Old Chen shouted for the last time, holding a long sword and sweeping across. Heads rolled down. Those great masters were almost killed by him. He and the sword light were shining together, panting: "If it was in ancient times, before the secret path of the old skills was cut off, I was destined to become the founder of the sect and the person who was close to immortality. What are you?!"

Old Chen stood with a sword, his whole body was glowing, and his voice shook the Congling Mountains. He was lonely and had a suppressed pride. It was a pity that he was born in the wrong era.