The peak powerhouse of the human race, full of praise, among the monks of different races, broke into a great name, and was respected as the son of Wen Yu, with a great reputation and a respected status.

In the Cangyue Stream, once defeated, everything is like a passing cloud, passing away with the spring breeze, disappearing. The former respect, awe, and adoring gaze have now all turned into complex colors, and even more ridicule and indifference are revealed from it.

The gap between the front and back is unimaginable!

Jun Wuyi is not without scheming, so he held back, but secretly kept preparing, waiting, looking forward to, and finally today, he has the opportunity to make a comeback and regain his prestige.

Now that he has taken the most crucial step, he has made another breakthrough in his cultivation, stepped into the level of the realm of heaven and man with one foot, breaking the invisible bottleneck, and as long as he cultivates with peace of mind, he can naturally be promoted to the realm of heaven and man.

The realm of heaven and man is the strongest in the entire race, and even if the race fails in this trial, it will still be valued by the race. But Jun Wuyi didn't want to do this, he needed more attention, a higher status, and a broader world, so he didn't want to fail.

Today's battle is his best opportunity, as long as he grasps it, the past is written off, he is still the king, the peak of the human race, glamorous, and worshipped.

Feeling the awe-inspiring gaze coming from the surroundings, a long-lost pleasure lingered in my heart.

Jun Wuyi felt that every drop of his blood, every trace of flesh and blood, and every inch of his bones trembled with joy, this feeling was really good, and he hoped that he would live in this atmosphere for the rest of his life and never lose it.

In today's battle, there is no room for loss.

Jun Wuyi's thoughts were unprecedentedly concentrated, he could clearly sense the operation of every spiritual power in his body, he could easily manipulate the battle body to make any sensitive movements, and felt the surging energy rushing in the battle body, and a wave of confidence was born in his heart, spreading quickly and permeating his whole body.

With such combat power, who can stop it!

Today, God prevents and kills God, Buddha prevents and kills Buddha, and the opportunity for him to rise again is in front of him, and no one can stop him, otherwise he will only die and die.

"Shoot!"

The roar erupted from the mouth of the 330,000 zhang Confucian Dao battle body, like a low roar of gods and demons, the sound of the waves churned and rolled endlessly, and swept away violently, just emitting a breath that had already shattered the surrounding space into powder, and the power of the silver-white space turbulence escaped from it.

The faces of the countless alien powerhouses around them changed in unison, and then their faces turned pale, and their bodies were forced to retreat backwards again and again, until they were hundreds of miles away, before they barely stopped, and their eyes were still full of fear.

It's so strong!

This low roar not only shook back the surrounding monks, but also caused the faces of the four alien powerhouses on the first peak of the twelve peaks to change drastically.

In the midst of the mighty righteousness, there was a figure of a thousand zhang slowly condensing, wearing a Confucian shirt, carrying a long bow, his face was slightly dim, but a pair of eyes were extremely sharp, like two sharp arrows, as if they would shoot out in the next moment, running through the heavens and the earth, shattering the sky. This figure is the image of a Confucian disciple.

The six arts of Confucianism, shooting, the main attack and killing, the power is incomparable, and the strength is irresistible.

"My Terran cultivator has been suppressed by all Daoists for several months, and today is the time for you to pay the price. ”

"Summoning the righteousness of heaven and earth, condensing the arrows of slaying demons and destroying demons, defending my Confucianism and Taoism, protecting the majesty of my human race, and annihilating all obstacles!"

"Go!"

Jun Wuyi roared sharply, his mind changed, and the archery art master moved, and the backhand movement was smooth to hold the longbow in his hand, pinched the bowstring with three fingers, and slowly pulled it to the full moon, that is, at the same time as the bowstring was pulled, the heavens and the earth were churning and the mighty righteousness seemed to be summoned to gather frantically on the bowstring, rapidly condensed, and turned into a sharp arrow, the spiritual light flickered, and there was a zhongzheng and majestic pressure slowly revealed from it.

With the last roar in this person's mouth, the arrow shot out instantly, turned into a streamer, and roared forward, blatantly pointing to the first peak of the twelve streams of the Lang Cang!

Although the cultivation of the peak powerhouse of the alien race on the first peak was extremely strong, he sensed the vast energy emitted from this arrow, and he still couldn't help but turn pale, and his body instantly stiffened.

This blow, they can't resist!

"Run!"

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, such a thought was born in the hearts of the famous alien powerhouses at the same time, and the spiritual light outside the body exploded, and under the traction of the qi machine, they were no longer able to use teleportation to escape, and there was only one way to escape.

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

The four figures escaped very quickly, but the arrows of the archery art were faster, like falling meteors, and the places they passed along the way, the ground collapsed, the space shattered, and they went straight into the spatial turbulence, and the powerful devouring force erupted from it, swallowing all the 10,000 catties of boulders and thousand-year-old trees into it, and twisting them into powder.

Rumble!

Like the most dazzling flash of aura in the world, the arrow pierced the space and slammed down on the first peak.

In an instant, the earth shook!

The mountains collapsed, the rocks pierced through the air, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The four peak powerhouses of the alien race, even if they evacuated early, they were still injured by the sharp qi carried by this arrow, their flesh was damaged in many places, the blood flowed for a long time, the seven orifices oozed blood, their faces were pale, and their pupils contracted violently to reveal endless anger.

This human race is not to blame, when did it become so strong!

At the same time, they were still a little glad in their hearts, but fortunately, they did not take it strongly, otherwise the end would be unimaginable at this moment.

Around Xiongfeng, countless alien monks retreated in embarrassment, whether it was the aura of archery great Confucian arrows or the hollow stone, it was enough for them to be in a hurry, and their eyes fell on the 330,000 zhang Confucian and Taoist battle body, all of which were in awe and fear.

What a terrible blow!

Jun Wuyi broke out at this moment, compared to the battle of Cangyuejian Battle Platform that day, it was more than three times stronger, and compared to the ancient demon solitary shot to show its power, it was also among the best.

This person is obviously also a person who has a great opportunity and great creation, and the defeat of the day did not give him a downfall, but made him a breakthrough in his cultivation.

Where the human race was, the applause and cheers instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the complex meaning in his eyes was swept away.

When Jun Wuyi came again with his monstrous power, his dim and vague figure in the hearts of many Terran monks suddenly quickly solidified and tallened, and uncontrollable feelings of awe and worship were born in their hearts.

The human race is such a strange race, when people are frustrated and down, no one cares about and ridicules endlessly, but once they turn over and rise to the sky, everything before will be selectively forgotten, and they are still the proud sons of the heavens, admired by thousands of people.

Just like today's king-in-the-box.

Langcang Twelve Streams, from today onwards, it may be more appropriate to name Langcang Eleven Streams, just because the first peak has now been broken through under the terrifying blow of Jun Wuyi, and it has been spilled into a place of rubble.

The barriers between the rivers were forcibly erased, and they all became stronger and stronger, and rushed away with a bang.

In the distant sky, there was a flicker of spiritual light, and the coercion of Senran emanated from it. After the archery master smashed the first peak with an arrow, it did not dissipate, but still moved forward and rushed straight to the second peak.

Jun Wuyi was full of spirit, sensing the fanaticism and worship exuded by the Terran monks, and only felt that the blood in his chest was rolling endlessly, as if he wanted to make him burn.

"The Terran monarch is not to blame here, whoever dares to stop me, this is the end!"

The battle body of Yuluo walked forward, seemingly slow, but in fact it was as fast as thunder, roaring forward.

Su Su looked at Jun Wuyi's back, the corners of his good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the scene in front of him reminded him of the thin figure, and he couldn't help biting his lip slightly, and a little sadness flashed in his beautiful eyes, "I don't know where you are now, wicked?"

"They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it, Su Su thinks you'll be back soon!"

Unlike the little girl's obvious thoughts, An Ran, Qi Yun, and Jade looked at Jun Wuyi, revealing an extremely obvious look of excitement.

Senior Brother Jun, it's finally back again!