The peak powerhouse of the human race has been praised and has made a huge name among the monks of the alien race. He is respected as Mr. Wen Yu, with a great reputation and a respected status.

In the Cangyue Stream, everything is like passing clouds and smoke, passing by with the spring breeze, disappearing. In the past, respectful, awe-inspiring and admiring eyes have now turned into complex colors, and there are even more ridicule and indifference.

The gap between the two sides is so big that it is unimaginable!

Jun Wujiu is not a scheming person, so he endured it, but kept preparing in secret, waiting and looking forward to it. Finally, today, he had the opportunity to make a comeback and regain his reputation.

Now he has taken the most critical step, and he will make another breakthrough in his cultivation, step into the level of the realm of heaven and man with one foot, breaking the invisible bottleneck. From then on, as long as he practices with peace of mind, he will naturally be able to advance to the realm of heaven and man.

The Heavenly Realm is the strongest person in the entire clan. Even if the tribe fails this trial, it will still be valued by the clan. But Jun Wujiu doesn't want this. He needs greater attention, higher status, and broader world, so he is unwilling to fail.

Today's battle is his best opportunity. As long as he seizes it and writes it off, he is still Jun Wujiu, the peak powerhouse of the human race, glamorous and respected and admired by others.

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

Jun Wujiu felt that every drop of blood, every trace of flesh, and every inch of his bones cheered and trembled. This feeling was really good. He hoped that he would live in this atmosphere for his whole life and would never lose it.

Today's battle cannot be lost.

Jun Wujiu's thoughts were unprecedentedly concentrated. He could clearly sense every spiritual power in his body, easily control the Zhan body to make any sensitive movements, and feel the surging energy running inside the Zhan body. A sense of confidence arises in his heart, spreading rapidly and spreading throughout his body.

Who can stop such combat power?

Today, God blocks the gods and Buddhas blocks the Buddhas and his king Wujiu rises again and is in front of him. No one can stop him, otherwise he will have the only ending of death.

"shoot!"

The roar broke out from the mouth of the 330,000-foot Confucian and Taoist war body, like a low roar of gods and demons, and the sound waves tumbling and rolling endlessly, sweeping away. Just the breath was emitted, it had shattered the surrounding space into powder, and the power of silver-white space turbulence was scattered out of it.

The faces of countless powerful aliens around him changed, and then their faces turned pale, and their bodies were forced to retreat backwards until hundreds of miles away. They barely stopped, and their eyes were filled with fear.

So strong!

This low roar not only shook away the surrounding monks, but also made the four alien strong men on the first peak of the twelve peaks of the staggering twelve peaks change drastically.

As the spirit of righteousness swelled, a thousand-foot figure slowly condensed. She was wearing a Confucian shirt and carrying a long bow on her back. Her face looked a little dim, but her eyes were extremely sharp, like two sharp arrows, as if it would shoot out the next moment, penetrate the world and shatter the sky. This figure was the image of a Confucian disciple.

The six arts of Confucianism, shooting, and killing, with unparalleled power and unstoppable power.

"Our human monks have been suppressed by fellow Taoists for several months. Today is the time when you need to pay the price."

"Summon the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, gather the arrows to kill demons and eliminate demons, defend our prestige of Confucianism and Taoism, protect our human majesty, and annihilate all obstacles!"

"go!"

Jun Wujiu roared violently, his mind changed, and the great scholar of archery moved with him. With his backhand, he held the long bow in his hand, pinched the bowstring with three fingers, and slowly pulled it to the full moon. At the same time, the strong spirit between heaven and earth gathered wildly on the bowstring as if he was summoned, and quickly condensed into a sharp arrow. The light of the spirit flashed, with a center and a powerful pressure slowly revealed.

With the last roar in this person's mouth, the arrow instantly took action, turned into a stream of light, and went forward without moving forward, roaring forward, and pointed out blatantly that it was the first peak of the Twelve Streams of Langcang!

On the first peak, although the four peak foreign races had extremely strong cultivation, they could not help but turn pale when they sensed the vast energy emitted from the arrow, and their bodies were instantly stiff.

They could not resist this attack!

"escape!"

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the four powerful aliens had this idea at the same time. The spiritual light flashed outside the body. Under the guidance of the aura, they could no longer teleport and escape, and they could only dodge the light and dodge one way.

call out!

call out!

call out!

call out!

The four figures escaped very quickly, but the arrow of the great scholar of the art art was faster, like a meteor who fell to the ground. The ground collapsed along the way, the space shattered, and went straight to the turbulent space. The powerful devouring power burst out from it, swallowing all the huge rocks and thousand-year-old ancient trees into it, and twisting them into powder.

boom!

Just like the most dazzling light in the world, the arrows cut through the space and slammed down on the first peak.

In an instant, the earth and the sky shook!

The mountains collapsed, the rocks penetrated the sky, and the smoke and dust soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

puff!

puff!

puff!

puff!

Even though the four peak foreign races evacuated early, they were still injured by the sharp aura carried by the arrow. The body was damaged in many places, blood flowed, blood was oozing in the seven orifices, pale face, and the pupils were violently contracted and showed endless shock and anger.

When did this human race become so strong?

At the same time, they were still a little lucky in their hearts. Fortunately, they did not take the tough position just now, otherwise the outcome would be unimaginable.

Around Xiongfeng, countless alien monks retreated in a panic. Whether it was the aura of the great scholars of shooting art or the rocks through the sky, they were enough to make them feel in a hurry, and their eyes fell on the 330,000-foot Confucian and Taoist war bodies, all of which were in awe and fear.

What a terrible blow!

Jun Wujiu burst out his combat power at this moment. Compared with the battle between Cangyuejian and Taiwan that day, it was more than three times stronger. Compared with the ancient demon's solitary shooting, it was even more powerful.

This person is obviously a person with great opportunities and great luck. When the sun was defeated, he not only did not feel depressed, but instead made him have a great breakthrough in his cultivation.

The human race was located, and the shouts echoed and loudly echoed throughout the world in an instant, and the complex meaning in the eyes was swept away.

When Jun Wujiu came again with his vast power, his dim figure in the hearts of many human monks suddenly became tall and sharp, and his awe and worship were not controlled.

The human race is such a strange group. When people are frustrated and down, no one cares about mocking them. But once they turn over and soar into the sky, everything before will be selected and forgotten. It is still the noble son of heaven who is respected by thousands of people.

Just like Jun Wujiu today.

From today on, the 12 streams of Langcang may be more appropriate to name the 11 streams of Langcang, just because the first peak has been penetrated by Jun Wujiu's terrifying blow and turned into gravel and fell on the ground.

The barriers between rivers were forcibly erased, and they gathered together and became stronger and stronger, flowing away in a rumbling rumbling.

In the distant sky, there was a flash of inspiration, and a sequel of pressure came out. The great scholar of the art art broke the first peak with one arrow and did not dissipate. He continued to move forward and rushed straight to the second peak.

Jun Wujiu was full of energy, sensing the fanaticism and worship emitted by the human monks. He felt that his chest was full of blood, and he was just as if he wanted to burn him.

"The human race is here, who dares to stop me? That's the end!"

The silence of the battle body is moving forward, which seems slow, but in fact it is as fast as thunder, whistling forward.

Su Su looked at Jun Wujiu's back, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. The scene in front of him reminded him of the slimming figure. He couldn't help biting his lips slightly, and a bit of worry flashed in his beautiful eyes, "I wonder where, now, evil man, are you?"

"They all said you were dead, but I don't believe it. Susu thinks you will be back soon!"

Unlike the little girl's obvious thoughts, An Ran, Qi Yun and Jade looked at Jun Wujiu, which showed an extremely obvious look of excitement.
Chapter completed!