Naturally, other experts in the field of old arts also came to the scene. They were all a little indignant after hearing the news, and 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 their hearts, asking them whether they were capable and whether they dared to take action, and his words were disrespectful and contemptuous.

"Old Chen, today's matter is not just yours, don't stop us." A master in the field of old arts spoke up and walked out directly.

This was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, at least 1.9 meters tall, holding a long alloy sword. Among normal people, he was indeed considered tall and strong, but he looked very small when facing the genetic super body.

The two sides barely exchanged words and started fighting right away. In the deafening metal collision, the alloy long knife and the iron rod collided, sparks flew, and the sound was enough to tear a person's eardrums.

A middle-aged man with a height of 1.9 meters blocked the three-meter-tall genetic super body. The strength of the two seemed to be equal, which showed that his achievements in the old skills were quite impressive.

After all, he started out as an ordinary person, while the other person was an outlier.

In the ancient battlefield, these two people were considered fierce generals.

"Unfortunately, practicing the old skills cannot reach the extraordinary. After all, we are just mortals. Such a cold weapon duel is meaningless." The old man in Tang suit said.

Chi!

Suddenly, the three-meter-tall genetic super body emitted a hazy blue light, and its strength surged, directly smashing the opponent's alloy sword into pieces, and then poked it with an iron rod.

puff!

Blood gushed out and the 1.9-meter-tall middle-aged man was in great pain. His chest was pierced by the iron rod. He struggled to grab the iron rod in front of his chest with both hands, but he had no strength left.

"Brother Li!" Qingmu shouted. He obviously knew this man. The two were old acquaintances.

The genetic superbody picked him up and swung the alloy iron rod with great force. The 1.9-meter-tall man was thrown more than ten meters away like a scarecrow, and fell to the ground with a thud, covered in blood, and never got up again.

Aoki and a group of people who practiced traditional skills rushed over quickly. After a quick investigation, they knew that the middle-aged man was dead. Not only was his heart shattered by the iron rod, but his internal organs were also crushed by the blue light.

“Too cruel!”

"Brother Li!"

Someone cried out in sorrow.

"The masters of the old arts are not that good." Someone on the other side spoke up, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. Although he was skinny, his eyes were as bright as golden lamps, and he looked quite extraordinary. He added: "I am a person who walks the new art path. I am very disappointed in you. I think that except for Mr. Chen, other people who walk the old art path are probably not worth my effort!"

Old Chen took a step forward and moved forward.

In mid-air, the middle-aged man in the blue mecha spoke up: "Old Chen, are you finally going to take on so much responsibility?"

Chang Heng, the old man in Tang suit, smiled faintly and said, "Old Chen, do you need to admit that apart from you, there is no one left in the field of old arts. It is completely over?!"

"Don't provoke me, I will kill you all in a moment!" Old Chen was murderous.

Among the people who practiced the old techniques, an old man in his sixties stepped out and said, "Old Chen, you know my situation. Something went wrong with my practice and I won't live for many more years. Let me take action. I don't mind dying. I would be unwilling to not be able to fight against those who practice the new techniques."

Obviously, he walked out even though he knew he couldn't win.

He felt that if Lao Chen was the only one among those who followed the path of the old art to take action, it would be too embarrassing. It would really be like what those people on the opposite side said, that the old art had no one left and had declined to the point where it was unbearable to look at.

Old Chen sighed. He knew this old man. He had devoted his entire life to the field of traditional arts and was very stubborn. Even if he tried to stop him, it would be useless.

Although this old man in his sixties looked old, after the explosion, his fist actually had a faint halo, and a faint sound of thunder came from his body, bombarding the skinny middle-aged man who practiced new techniques.

The middle-aged man's face changed. He didn't dare to confront him head-on and quickly retreated. When the old man's fist became dim, he attacked fiercely.

The two men fought fiercely and their movements were so fast that there were sounds like wind and thunder.

However, after a few moves, the old man suddenly stopped moving, and his body began to wither. A red cloud rushed out of his body, as if his soul had been sucked out. His eyes were lifeless, and he stood there unable to move.

The red cloud fell into the hands of the skinny middle-aged man opposite, and he condensed it into a sharp sword. Then he swung it violently, and with a "puff", he cut off the old man's head.

"No one should move rashly!" This time, Lao Chen was a little angry, and his voice was like thunder, making many people's ears buzz.

"Old Chen, you see, the decline of the old technique is irreversible and its fall is inevitable!" someone said coldly.

"How is Old Chen?" In the sky, the middle-aged man's sneering voice came from the blue mecha.

Lao Chen looked up at him and said, "Start with you!"

He pulled out a sword, which was about one and a half meters long. It was dark in color, without any cold luster, and did not look sharp. He pointed it in the air.

Then, the clothes on his slightly bulging back tore open, and something like a pair of silver wings stretched out. In an instant, silver light surged, and Lao Chen actually soared into the sky!

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

"Let me see how you break this new material..." The middle-aged man in the air was surprised, but not afraid. He held the sword in both hands and slashed towards 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, the blue mecha sprinkled a large amount of blood rain, and then with a bang, it fell down, and was actually cut in half, breaking into two pieces!

After just one encounter, the mecha developed with new materials was destroyed!

As for the middle-aged man, he screamed miserably, and his body, which was also cut in half, fell from a high altitude and smashed to the ground in an instant, dying tragically.

Old Chen returned to the ground and strode towards the three-meter-tall genetic super body. Without saying a word, he slapped it with a bang.

when!

The alloy stick in the genetic superbody's hand seemed to be hit by a train, and his hands holding the sticks were covered in blood, his knuckles were torn, his nails were all lifted up, and the iron stick flew out of his hands dozens of meters away. The genetic superbody himself was also shaken back by the huge force, staggering.

Old Chen was so fast, like a stream of light, he followed up in an instant and slapped the genetic super body on the chest.

With a puff, the three-meter-tall genetic super body suddenly disintegrated in mid-air after flying twelve meters away. The scene was extremely terrifying. He quickly disintegrated from head to toe and turned into a large blood rain that fell to the ground!

"Old Chen, do you want to fight it out by yourself?" someone asked loudly.

"If you don't accept it or are afraid, just come at me together!" Old Chen shouted, and he leaped more than ten meters away and instantly came close to the skinny middle-aged man who practiced the new technique!