"Hou Yi shoots the sun bow, are you Hou Yi!"

Su Rou's eyes widened, her eyes were shining, if Chu Wangxian was Hou Yi, everything would be explained.

The legendary Hou Yi is a famous god in ancient times, no wonder the Nine Heavens Xuannu takes such a fancy to Chu Wangxian, this Chu Wangxian must be the reincarnation of Hou Yi.

Thinking of Chu Wangxian being Hou Yi and the legend of Hou Yi Chang'e, Su Rou was stunned again.

Chu Wangxian didn't expect that he was regarded as Hou Yi by Su Rou, and he was engrossed in it.

Hou Yi's Sun Bow was destroyed?

He grinned, the supreme artifacts of the fairy world were more or less related to him.

The Houyi bow of the year was made by Chu Wangxian himself, and then handed it to Houyi to complete the act of shooting the sun.

What if Hou Yi's Sun Bow was destroyed, he had Fusang wood, so why was it difficult to make another one.

Although it is an imitation of the grinding spear in the battle, it is enough to kill Xiong Luo, who is only cultivated by the Earth Immortal.

"Boom!"

Chu Wangxian's right hand fingers hooked slightly, and a branch popped out.

The wooden arrow made of Fusang wood was pinched out by it, and the arrow shaft was more than a zhang long, engraved with the sun inscription, and with a bang, the front end of the arrow shaft turned into a golden rocket in an instant, which was bright and dazzling.

Squeak!

The bowstring was pulled back inch by inch, and a terrifying sound was constantly stretched, and the imitation Houyi Shooting Sun Bow was pulled to the full string, and the whole bow shone with golden light, shining straight for nine days.

"How is that possible!"

Xiong Luo finally sensed that something was wrong, his hairs stood on end, and this feeling was impossible for him to forget.

This is 100% Hou Yi's Sun Bow, when he was shot to death by this bow, he was only aimed, and this kind of heart-piercing pain has hit his whole body.

"It's just a fluke that took the earth immortal who took Hou Yi's Sun Shooting Bow, and he should be broken into thousands of corpses. ”

Xiong Luo bared his teeth and shouted wildly, also desperate.

Either you die or I live.

Xiong Luo wrapped the golden chains around his arm.

This chain is the golden lock of the sun, Emperor Jun and Xihe, a talisman artifact created for their ten sons, unique, the upper can bind the immortal gods, and the lower can resist the power of the sun.

The entire fairy world does not lose the immortal rope of Taishang Laojun.

Whew!

The three-legged golden crow illusion behind Xiong Luo, with a fierce flash, gradually engulfed his body.

I saw the three-legged golden crow turn into a round of scorching sun, and a solar storm ten times more violent than before, turned into a torrent and poured into Xiong Luo's right arm.

Rumble!

Xiong Luo gathered his momentum to the limit, and his fierce waist and elbow exerted force, and he punched out, like a solar flare erupting, and the ion torrent shot mercilessly towards Chu Wangxian.

"It's so strong!"

Su Rou witnessed this scene, her head was buzzing, this move was beyond her imagination, just like Chu Wangxian said, this was not an immortal technique at all, but the power of the bloodline of the ancient immortals.

But seeing that Chu Wangxian's bowstring was full, he drank it gently.

"Zhang Gong took the string to shoot the golden sun, and once the clouds and thunder destroyed the world. ”

In an instant, the full bowstring was released, and the arrow was dazzling, turning into a more dazzling golden sun.

It was like a supernova erupting, the new day swallowing the old, and the eyes of those present were so bright that it was difficult to open their eyes.

This beam of golden arrows of the sun turned into golden rays, tearing apart space and time, devouring Xiong Luo's attack, Xiong Luo's right hand wrapped around the golden lock of the sun, the muscles exploded, the bones exploded, and they were easily penetrated, like a cannonball shooting through the human body, irresistible.

"Ahh

Xiong Luo screamed in pain, his right arm was completely vaporized, and his right body was also burned to charcoal.

His eyes widened, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat as he looked at Chu Wangxian, who was just an immortal, and he was even able to shoot the sun bow with the imperial envoy Hou Yi.

Chu Wangxian was really terrifying.

If there is another arrow, he will surely die.

"I remember you!"

Xiong Luo no longer dared to fight, he gritted his teeth and glared at Chu Wangxian, turned into a three-legged golden crow, and with a fan of his wings, he brought up a series of flames and fled.

Clouds of fire burned in the sky, billowing away.

And the rest of the demon army crows were not so lucky, Su Rou made a move, and her two fingers were like picking stars, easily killing a group of blood crows, leaving corpses all over the ground.

"Whew!"

Chu Wangxian had cold sweat flowing on his forehead, his face turned pale, and he let out a long breath, and the imitation Hou Yi Shooting Sun Bow in his hand had already turned into ashes and fell.

The real Hou Yi shoots the sun bow, which is enough to shoot ten arrows, but a fake is a fake after all, and one arrow can't withstand it.

He didn't have the strength to shoot a second arrow, and this arrow alone exhausted all his strength.

"Are you Hou Yi?"

Su Rou hurriedly rushed over, and Xingmu opened and asked.

"Hou Yi, how can you think like this, not everyone who is good at archery is Hou Yi. But my archery skills are better than Hou Yi's, it's true. Chu Wangxian shook his head in denial.

Hou Yi should still be in that ancient tomb, and the owner of the ancient tomb is Fuxi.

"You could have shot him with one arrow, why did you miss a point in the end? Su Rou shifted the question, and his eyes could see clearly.

"Be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future. ”

Chu Wangxian replied with a smile, he took off his mask, he was here to set the fire, but not to put out the fire.

Now the flames of Xuanming's war are bound to burn more and more, the elite of the Sima family died in battle, and the son of Emperor Jun was injured, but this fire is a fire. When the two sides line up, Li Jie, the great-great-grandson of Taishang Laojun, even if he comes, there is a chance that he will be explained here.

If Li finishes solving it, then as long as Chu Wangxian is careful and establishes a base in the Extremely Far Heaven, it will naturally be foolproof, and no one can detect it.

Bang!

A person came out of the ground, Li Xuanjing patted the soil, and smiled embarrassedly, he was very good at it, and he hid skillfully.

"Gone!"

"Where to go?"

Chu Wangxian turned around, "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, otherwise Xingtian will come, and I will not be sure to defeat him and return to Sima's house in Hengshan." ”

"Did you beat the heavens?"

Su Rou stared at Chu Wangxian and asked, if she is not sure of winning, that is, she has the strength to fight.

Could it be that Chu Wangxian is so outrageously strong?

"The head of the Sima family and the elite all died here, the Sima family in Hengshan, but in the Holy Land of Spiritual Fire, I went to collect the spiritual fire of the Sima family, and it was not worth the trip. Chu Wangxian changed the topic again.

Several figures disappeared in an instant.

......

At this moment, the Sima family in Hengshan has already become a mess.

The news that the head of the Sima family, with the elite of Hengshan, and the Chiyou Demon Army was desperate, made the rest of the Sima family panic.

Throughout Sima's house, the crowd scurried around like headless flies, and some people even started the idea of many spiritual fires collected by Sima's family.

"Clear thousands of miles, all directions!"

A loud shout was as powerful as a mountain, echoing on Heng Mountain, as if coming from above the nine heavens.

The people of the Sima family who heard it were shocked, and some even chanted:

"Heaven and earth open up, the sun and the moon shine again. When encountered, he was resigned. will sweep away the filth and return to the hometown. Clear thousands of miles, total eight wilderness. Tell the old man and wait for the sin. ”

This is the only poem Sima Yi has ever done in his life.

Rumble!

The sky is shining, the clouds are cracking, and the petals are falling.

A man walked barefoot, leaving huge footprints in the sky with each step, and puffy clouds rolling.

This man's head is like snow, but his eyes are so bright that people unconsciously look into his eyes, as if they have magic.

On the top of the mountain, countless people fell to their knees, trembling, and shouted in unison:

"Meet the Tomb Tiger Immortal!"

Sima Yi is here.