Old Chen's body was glowing. He held a long sword in his hand and glanced at all his opponents. No one dared to step forward. Wherever his eyes caught, those people felt palpitations and retreated involuntarily.
Many people realized that Lao Chen was probably going to die!
Regardless of friend or foe, everyone noticed that something was wrong with him. Lightning flashed from his chest, and a terrible, dull sound came from inside.
Lao Chen's body was shaking and he would fall down at any time, but he held on, holding his sword and looking at the end of the Congling horizon. His originally sharp eyes gradually dimmed.
The four elders of the old arts once commented that if Lao Chen was born in ancient times, at the very least he could have founded a school, and if he could have been powerful enough, he might have become a bodhisattva-level master in the field of the old arts.
Wang Xuan felt a lump in his nose. He was very sensitive and knew that Old Chen's vitality was fading rapidly. He was indeed dying.
He kicked a master in front of him away in the air, his eyes red, and rushed towards Lao Chen. He never thought that his old colleague was actually going to die.
"Master!" Qingmu roared, full of despair and sadness. How could Old Chen, who was so powerful and extremely shrewd in his eyes, die?
"Old Chen!" Many people shouted, finding it hard to accept this reality.
Not long ago, Old Chen was roaming around here like a god of war, killing three grand masters single-handedly and showing his invincibility. But now his eyes have dimmed and he is about to die.
Many people in the old art field rushed over there, feeling extremely upset. Lao Chen was too powerful. He broke through the new art camp alone and killed his way to the other side, while they were so far behind.
"You dare!" Wang Xuan was furious when he saw someone from the Xinshu camp taking advantage of his courage to go towards Lao Chen with a long alloy knife, wanting to chop off his head.
Under such circumstances, even many people in the new art field did not take any more action. 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.
But there were some people who didn't think so. Even though Old Chen's eyes had lost their luster, there were still a few people who wanted to step forward and behead him, giving him an undignified death.
Wang Xuan's fighting ability is unquestionable. When Lao Chen broke through the new technique camp, he was not very far away. He was closer to Lao Chen than the others who took the old technique path.
Now he was furious. He picked up a corpse and started spinning it, then smashed it out with a loud bang, hitting the young man who was rushing towards Lao Chen very accurately.
With a bang, the young man was knocked to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and the alloy knife fell to the ground.
He stood up, covering his nose, looked at Wang Xuan hatefully, and regardless of everything, picked up the long knife on the ground and went towards Lao Chen again.
Today, he was going to do something big! No matter what others thought, cursed or criticized, he just wanted to cut off the head of the Grand Master of the Old Arts!
Besides him, there were several other people approaching, all of them were young people, quite radical, and filled with enthusiasm, they didn't care about anything else and only wanted to take the head of the grandmaster of the old arts, without thinking at all about what kind of storm it would cause.
Wang Xuan was very close, his eyes were extremely terrifying. If someone really chopped off Lao Chen's head in front of him, he felt that he would never forgive himself in this life.
He didn't have time to pick up the corpse and throw it at people, but there were many rocks on the gray-brown frozen soil. He kicked up a stone as big as a basin and hit the chest of the young man who was holding the alloy knife.
The blow was so heavy that people nearby heard a cracking sound. Several bones of the young man were broken. It can only be said that Wang Xuan's kick was extremely powerful.
After all, he was a person who had practiced the Golden Body Technique to the early fifth level. His flesh and blood were full of vitality and contained amazing power.
The young man in the new art field fell to the ground, coughing up blood. Although he was not dead, his chest collapsed and the severe pain made him extremely hateful.
The pupils of the other young men who rushed towards Lao Chen shrank, but they did not stop. They wanted to chop off Lao Chen's head first, but it was too late. Wang Xuan finally got to them.
He leaped over, and while in mid-air, he kicked a young man through the chest with one kick. You can imagine how terrifying this force was. He landed on the ground by stepping on the man's body.
"Ah..." The man screamed in pain, so miserably because the pain was unbearable.
It can be said that this scene was a bit bloody and unbearable to watch, but there was a unanimous roar of joy from the old art camp, and everyone was very excited.
Just now many people were going crazy. Lao Chen had never been defeated. If his body was insulted after his death, they would be in pain and could not bear to see such a situation.
At the same time, all parties outside the field saw this scene. Some people stared at Wang Xuan. That kick was sharper than a steel knife and could actually pierce through a person.
Wang Xuan exerted a little force with his feet and shook the man off. Then he took a step forward, approached the young man who had been knocked over by him with the stone, and kicked him in the head without mercy, killing two people in a row.
There were three others who retreated involuntarily. Seeing Wang Xuan's murderous aura, they felt as if cold water had been poured over their heads. They retreated again and again, not daring to rush forward.
In this situation, although Lao Chen's eyes were completely dim and he was silent, he still held the sword and did not fall down.
Wang Xuan touched the tip of Lao Chen's nose and then supported him.
"Master!" Qingmu's eyes were bloodshot. He rushed to the front, hugged his master, and tears rolled down his face.
“Don’t use too much force. Although your master has passed away, there are still lightning flashes in his chest. It’s easy for him to explode completely!” Wang Xuan whispered.
Lao Chen's condition was extremely bad. His breathing had stopped, but lightning was still appearing in his five internal organs. If he was not careful, his body would be torn into pieces and he would die miserably. This was not the way a grandmaster of the old arts should die.
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