Chaotic clouds covered the sky, winds swept, golden sun suddenly appeared, clouds surging and shining with a myriad of meteors.

  Wang Xian borrowed Chen Zhihan's hand to destroy Jiang Muyun, the love of Hu Rumeng's life. In the early 1980s, when the curtain of a new era opened, the Wang brothers entered the capital and personally pushed the Ming army to the bottom. If this was a game against the whole of the world of high technique, the two of them were the least likely to cooperate with him in completing the game.

  Ming Wanjun placed his hand on Gu Tianyou's shoulder and gasped, "Wang Xian, Ming Wanjun's life is here. Your mother's death is up to me. Your younger brother Wang Fa also died in my hands. We are sworn enemies. I would rather die in your hands than die in the hands of these rats!"

  Wang Xian turned to Hu Sanbian and said, "Brother Hu is a smart man. Brother, this calculation can't escape your eyes. Please wait a moment." He turned around and said to Ming Wanjun, "That day, in exchange for Lin Hongjin's Out-of-Aperture Borrowing Technique, you didn't hesitate to lower yourself to Luo Yifei's value. My brother Wang Fa treated you like a god. I never thought that you would sneak attack him and my mother. Back then, she was just an outsider. She was killed innocently just to protect our brother. This debt can also be placed on you."

  Zhao Zechen grinned dryly and said, "Since the Dragon King has already pulled out his hand and has this unsworn hatred, why not take revenge now?"

  Wang Xian nodded slightly and walked over. Facing Ming Wanjun, he asked, "Ming Wanjun, which death do you want most now?"

  Ming Wanjun said, "A group of people bullied a little girl over there. Among them is an old fellow surnamed Liu. How about you take his head?"

  Wang Xian greeted him and rushed into the group that was fighting Long Jianmei.

  With a bang, a gray-clothed old man flew out horizontally. Wang Xian followed him like a shadow. He hurriedly attacked heavily. The old man had been injured when he fought against the Ming Wanjun. How could he be Wang Xian's opponent now? He was already dead in midair after three punches. He was grabbed by Wang Xian's neck and pulled his head off! Shaking his hand, he threw it at Ming Wanjun and shouted, "Liu Yunhe's head is here!"

  The moment this was done, everyone present was shocked! Zhao Zechen, who was the only one left of the four elders, was especially shocked and furious. He shouted and pounced towards Wang Xian, but was stopped by a big foot from the side, but it was Liu Erhe.

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  King Ming stretched out his hand to catch the head and thanked him. Putting his hand on Gu Tianyou's shoulder, he suddenly exerted pressure and whispered, "I'll borrow the Heavenly Gate to use it."

  Gu Tianyou felt a sudden chill on his body. Suddenly, he felt a chaotic and boundless feeling in the Mud Pill Palace. It was as if the ancient primordial heaven and earth had just begun to open. Then, the Heavenly Gate opened wide, and his soul came out to comprehend the heavens and earth. He channeled billowing Yuan Qi into his body. It swept through his body like a vast ocean flood, flowing through his meridians into the bodies of the Ming Wanjun.

  Gu Tianyou was shocked. He knew that King Ming was borrowing the Heavenly Gate from him with a secret technique, but this borrowing technique was too savage. Compared to his speed of drawing Yuan Qi, the speed of drawing Yuan Qi with his Great Solar Fist was like a small river compared to an ocean. The whole process only lasted for a moment, but Gu Tianyou felt his meridians all over his body were damaged and crippled. The bones all over his body were creaking. The injured meridians were nourished by the abundant primordial Qi. They were healed, healed, and wounded again. They were repeated countless times.

  "The reason I helped Luo Yifei that day was to exchange this unique skill with Lin Hongjin. The kung fu of the king is better than any of Lin Hongjin's subordinates. In this world, I am the only one who can kill him and dares to kill him, so they have no choice but to trade with me." Ming Wanjun's voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul and resounded in his mind. Gu Tianyou could hear it clearly, but the others could not sense it at all.

  Ming Wanjun continued, "This fist intent is for you, You have the chance to complete a second soul, Wang Xian was at the perfection of the three souls, However, his soul and soul only fused with the Dragon-Tiger Fist Intent. Only the soul can merge with the Flood Dao Form that can borrow the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi, "Your Great Solar Fist Intent is also one of the top Dao Formations. It's a pity that only your kidney water can see your three souls. There's still a big gap between your seven souls. You'll be able to sense the other two of your three souls once your seven souls reach perfection. Only then will you be able to merge this fist intent into your living soul, understand?"

  Gu Tianyou tried to respond to King Ming with his mind and said, "Understood." He immediately rushed to the big hand on his shoulder and left.

  Ming Wanjun borrowed the Heavenly Gate to form his Yuan Qi. His aura became vigorous again. He raised his hand and grabbed the short arrow nailed into his left eye. He pulled it out and stuffed it into his mouth and ate it alive. He shouted and asked, "Wang Xian, where are you? I'm ready!"

  Just as Wang Xian killed Liu Yunhe, there was only Zhao Zechen left among the four elders of Long Xing. Sensing the change in the aura of Ming Wanjun, he couldn't help but frown and ask, "You have lowered your cultivation by one level and borrowed the Heavenly Gate from this brat?"

  King Ming was the only great grandmaster in the world who had opened the Heavenly Gate of Divine Unity. Although he was seriously injured, as long as his life force was endless and his soul was not extinguished, he would have the opportunity to open the Heavenly Gate and connect with the heavens and earth, absorbing the origin energy between heaven and earth into his body to recover from his injuries. However, his injuries were too severe, and his soul was so damaged that he didn't dare to open the Heavenly Gate. What he feared was that his True Soul wouldn't be able to return after leaving his body. Coincidentally, although Gu Tianyou's martial dao realm was low, he was actually someone who opened the Heavenly Gate. Ming Wanjun borrowed the power of the Chaos Fist to enter the Heavenly Gate Clay Palace and open his body to receive the Heavenly Earth Yuan Qi.

  However, this process was extremely dangerous, especially for Gu Tianyou. It was no less dangerous than reconstructing his meridians and bones. With the breadth and toughness of the Myriad Military Meridians Passageway, Gu Tianyou would probably be killed. That was why he had no choice but to sacrifice his primordial fist intent for Gu Tianyou's life. Only in this way could he lower himself by one realm. There were countless Daos in the natural world, but there were only a few that could prove divine transformation. At the peak of the Three Souls, King Ming had only cultivated the Grand Dao of Chaos. If he lost it, he would be reduced from the Great Divine Transformation Grandmaster to the Perfection Realm.

  Ming Wanjun said, "Now is the perfect versus perfect match. It just so happens that we can have a fair battle!"

  Wang Xian said, "Even if you don't damage the Divine Soul Fist Intent, this battle won't be fair anymore. However, we only talk about grudges. There are no Jianghu rules or martial arts ethics." He paused for a moment and then said, "But before you and I die, I still have some mundane matters to settle first." "Today's battle originated from Brother Ming. You want me to gather all the ghosts and snakes in this world for you on the condition of personal grudges and precious armor. Brother, you managed to get away with it by luck. How about we each get what we need before we start the final battle of life and death?"

  "These rat bastards, if they can't gather all their courage, they won't dare to challenge me at all." Ming Wanjun said with a heroic smile, "You've done more than I asked you to do. However, it's very suited to my appetite. I'll be waiting for you here! If you win against me, this iron sheet on your body will naturally belong to you."

  Everyone heard this clearly. Li Yangkun was both shocked and angry. Instead of asking Wang Xian, he stared at Zhao Zechen, who was the last of the four elders of Long Xing. He shouted and stopped. Then, he led everyone from the God Hunting Hidden Cultivator Society out of the battlefield. He turned around and scolded, "Zhao Zechen, old man, all five of you old men will die a terrible death!"

  Wang Xian sneered, "you needn 't scold him, The five elders of Long Xing had always had only one person in charge, It was Li Bopu who took advantage of the weakness of the West to send you abroad to establish the God Hunting Hidden Cultivation Society, "You two sang well. Unfortunately, in the end, the father and son were still at odds. Back then, during a storm in the country, the strength of the Long Xing Society had drastically decreased, but you gradually grew bigger outside. Whether it was your personal strength or the overall strength of the God Hunting Hidden Cultivator Society, both of them were stronger than the Long Xing Society , so you came up with your own ideas."

  Li Yangkun hatefully said, "The old man ostensibly promised to help me sit at the head of the upper house, but privately, he went to ponder over the spell of the Left Sect lodging and robbing. Do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I can be unjust if he doesn't show mercy, so I decided not to stop and slaughter all those people who planted him in the God Hunting Hidden Cultivator Society." "I, Li Yangkun, am indeed a traitor, but you, Wang Xian, are not a good bird. You used Chen Zhihan's mouth to spread the news and Ming Wanjun's hand to eliminate the dissidents. What's the difference between deceiving your master and annihilating your ancestors?"

  Wang Xian laughed loudly, "Li Yangkun, it's ridiculous that you are known as the hero of a generation. In fact, you are just a hero without a hero in the world, yet you let Vertical rule." He paused for a moment and looked around, then said, "The victor, the king, the loser, the thief, the true hero that I, Wang Xian, am going to swallow the Eight Desolates and the Six Harmonies. How can you, a short-sighted person who sees the Forgotten Ancestor, compare to me? Who can compete with me in the world's the world of high technique and the world of high technique after today?"

  Gu Tianyou had been quietly listening to him from the side. At this moment, it was clear in his heart that King Ming was going to fight Wang Xian to the death. The stakes were the lives of the two of them and the armors he had brought back from District 51. Hu Rumeng intentionally took the opportunity to shuffle the old Jianghu order, so she joined in. Wang Xian used Chen Zhihan and Li Baopu to gather these people here with the intention of borrowing a knife to kill them. Ming Wanjun and Hu Rumeng knew this, but they still resolutely accepted the challenge.

  Things had progressed to this point, and Wang Xian was almost certain to win. Only Zhao Zechen was left among the four elders representing Chen Zhihan and Li Tianyi. Li Yangkun had received more than 70 Chinese boxers from abroad these past few years. Now, there were only seven left. The eight god races had suffered the most ferocious massacre of the Ming army from the very beginning because their combat strength was low, but they could amplify their attacks to injure people beyond their levels. Right now, only Remington was left with a rank 6 or above ability.

  Only Wang Xian had lost one of his nine great masters, Yang Jiuling.

  Now, Gu Tianyou already knew that the so-called level 7 ability was roughly equivalent to all experts who had reached the peak of the stage where all three souls and seven souls were at the peak of their cultivation. Although it was at the same level, the difference in strength was too great to be calculated.

  For example, a flourishing Hu Rumeng blocked the ten great masters, including Wang Xian.

  Right now, Wang Xian's strength was undoubtedly the strongest. He also had eight Great Perfection Grandmasters under him. Although they weren't as ferocious as him, they were all independent figures. Hu Rumeng's soul was damaged and only 60% of his stamina was left. King Ming had degraded by one level and was blind. There were countless internal and external injuries on his body. He was no longer a match for Wang Xian even if his strength was greatly reduced. Only the little dragon girl wore general armor and was able to display the combat strength of a Level 8 cultivator. She might be able to block Wang Xian alone, but what about the others?

  One of the four elders, Zhao Zechen, was defeated by Liu Erhe. Li Yifu and Chen Sanshui were probably no weaker than him. They had enough weapons to block King Ming and Hu Sanbian, who weren't at their peak. Even if they were lacking, there were still five people who could help them at any time. And he could probably block one with the sharpness of the rainbow.

  Ming Wanjun and Hu Sanbian had clearly put their lives aside. Gu Tianyou's heart was burning with anxiety. These two people were too important to him. No matter what, he could not watch them die. However, even if Wang Xian let Li Yangkun go, he would never let King Ming go.

  What should we do?