And the Heaven-Shaking Arrow is still flying forward, getting closer and closer to the falling rain.

"Little Seven ——!!" There was a cry of exclamation.

Whew——!

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air sounded.

A silver-gray arrow pierced the sky and slammed directly into the sky-shattering arrow.

The sky-shattering arrow, which was so indestructible that even a giant ape puppet could directly destroy it, actually let out a humming sound that seemed to be painful, stayed in the air for a few seconds, and then fell to the ground.

Yuan Dajun's eyes widened in horror, his neck stiffened, and slowly, slowly turned to the direction where Chu Moli was.

I saw that the young man in the wheelchair was still pale, his expression was gentle, and the wounds and blood stains on his shoulders made him extremely weak.

However, at some point, a silver longbow appeared in his hand.

The longbow was very strange, and at first glance it was so crystal clear and brilliant that if you looked closely, it felt vague, as if it would dissipate like water vapor at any time.

And the silver-gray arrow was more like a cloud of smoke condensed.

The slender hand slowly bent the bow and arrows, aiming at the original big horse.

After looking at Uehara Daijun's frightened eyes, the sick young man hooked his lips and smiled, indescribably shy and gentle.

The next moment, with a whoosh, an arrow was fired.

The original big horse was like a frightened bird, screaming and about to hide.

However, the next moment, the pain of being pierced by the arrow did not come, but a terrible scream sounded in his ears, "Ah——!! ”

Yuan Dajun turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was not he who was shot, but ...... Rather, it was an earth-based monk who protected him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the third arrow had already whizzed.

There was another scream, and another monk, who was protecting him, was also pierced in the chest by an arrow.

The injuries of these two monks were so severe that they were directly judged by [Viewing Flowers in the Mirror] to be unable to fight and sent out.

A layer of cold sweat broke out in Yuan Dajun's hand holding the Heaven-Shaking Bow, and then he trembled all over his body at Chu Moli's smiling gentle eyes.

How so? How so?

Even if it was his sky-shattering arrow, unless an arrow hit the heart and head, it would be impossible for a Jindan monk to directly lose his combat effectiveness.

But this Chu Moli is just a random arrow, why...... Why did you let two monks who were good at defense die directly?

Yes, fortunately, this is a view of flowers in the mirror.

If it was on a real battlefield, they would be dead.

And then, it's his turn!

The stands were already boiling and screaming again.

"What did I say! What did I say!! None of the Escapes are weak, and the cripples you think are the most powerful in the Escapes. Hahahaha! ”

"One arrow can kill a Jindan third-order monk or above, this Chu Moli's long-range attack ability far exceeds that of the original Dajun of the Fusang team. What kind of bow and arrow did he have in his hand? ”

"Oh my God! When did the Canglan Realm start to have so many demons against the sky? I thought that the Xiaoyao team could stay until now, all because of Jun Muyan's strong assistance, but I now know that everyone in the Xiaoyao team is so strong, even if there is no Jun Muyan, they are the same kings of this competition! ”

Chu Mo raised his hand, the silver longbow disappeared, his face was a little paler than just now, but his expression remained unchanged for ten thousand years, and he said slowly: "Little Wu, it's up to you next." ”