Mu Nan was stunned for a moment.
He returned to his previous life in a trance.
In class, he shook his head and recited "The Xunyang River sees off guests the first night, the maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn..."
He even had no doubt that if Zhang Yixian and Zhang Yizhu had another pipa in their hands, they would
His jaw will definitely drop.
"Your mother's surname is not Zhang, right?"
Mu Nan had a strange expression.
When Zhang Yixian heard what he said, he shouted loudly and suddenly rose into the air, standing straight with his chest raised.
"Asking questions knowingly!"
Then his hands trembled slightly, separated naturally, and touched his chest.
A crimson lute appeared, standing upright on one foot and holding it in his arms.
Zhang Yizhu stepped aside at the same time, half-knelt beside her, and gently touched the strings with his fingers like white jade.
In this posture, it looks like the two of them share a pipa.
ensemble.
Mu Nan's jaw dropped.
"Brother Nan!" Xie Huaiwei called softly: "Why are you so surprised?"
"Oh!" Mu Nan raised his hand and pushed hard, pushing his chin back to its original position: "Huaiwei, I want to recite a poem to you!"
"Now?"
Xie Huaiwei looked extremely surprised.
Zixun Tianjian changed overnight. He passed the initial self-blame and then returned to his cynical appearance.
But she could understand the melancholy in his eyes.
After being with Wuzhuangguan for three years, he has long lost the arty style of reciting poems and writing poems.
After the incident at Jiuyimen, especially when she heard Master Miejie holding a sword with her body, she no longer enjoyed listening to poetry.
Now, facing a formidable enemy, he is actually so interested?
"Brother Nan, can you choose a time to flirt? This is our enemy!"
Xiao Zhuzi was also stunned, shaking his head and saying: "How did you become a god and make yourself stupid?"
The brother and sister did not give Mu Nan any time to explain.
"The string is broken!" Zhang Yixian roared, and his fingertips crossed the string surface.
The sound of the pipa is crisp.
The sea of clouds rises.
Thousands of streams of light burst out from the clouds.
They all attacked the two men and one beast.
Before Mu Nan could recover from the shock of remembering the past, he stood stunned on the spot.
Although Zhang Yixian's tune is full of murderous intent, it is also elegant.
It makes people imagine that they are dressed as immortals and dancing.
The song of neon clothes, the song of neon clothes, the song is as the name suggests!
"Jianqi: Stop!"
Seeing the stream of light approaching, Mu Nan turned a blind eye.
The Yitian Sword in Xie Huaiwei's hand popped out three inches, and the sword body surrounded by golden light swept out wisps of light.
Like silk ribbon.
Wrap up thousands of streams of light in it.
Not losing half a point.
The sound of ping ping ping ping was like a broken string.
Mu Nan woke up from his daze and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so exciting! It's so fast!"
"Six Yao!" Zhang Yixian's attack was blocked, and Zhang Yizhu's fingers moved accordingly.
Play on the strings.
Thick fog rises.
There are countless silk ribbons, light and graceful, slowly spreading out in the heavy fog.
Like a dragon or a dragon, it came towards Mu Nan and others.
Ubiquitous and pervasive.
Were you the first to be Nishang and Houliu?
Mu Nan was extremely surprised, his brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan", and there was still a trace of disbelief.
Xie Huaiwei and Xiao Zhuzi didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly moved to resist the joint attack of the two brothers.
"Jianqi: injured!"
The Yitian Sword was completely unsheathed, and the sound spread to the sky.
It brings up the golden light that reaches the sky, passes through the clouds and mists, cuts off the silk ribbons, and disrupts the stream of light.
The body of the little bamboo transformed, split into six, passing through the silk ribbon, flowing light,
Turned into six phantoms, biting away the souls of the six attendants who were skimming the formation.
"elder brother!"
"younger sister!"
Zhang Yixian and Zhang Yizhu looked at each other.
Before Mu Nan took action, the two men's attacks were already slightly behind.
In eagerness, all the fingers danced rapidly on the strings.
The big strings are noisy and the small strings are cutting.
The noise is all mixed up, but Nishang and Liuyao hear it independently and do not affect each other.
It is simply astonishing and breathtaking.
The silk ribbon is stronger and the light flows faster.
Xie Huaiwei did not dare to neglect, and the Yitian Sword formed three moves in a row, and merged into one in the air.
The light of a ten-foot-long sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, cutting in front of the two brothers and sisters.
The two brothers and sisters parted ways at the end of the song, holding down the strings.
"Weng!"
The silver bottle is broken!
The sword cannot advance even an inch, and the four strings of the song end with a sound.
Like split silk!
The sword light dispersed, and a circle of white light, either cloud or fog, fell from the sky.
Silent and murderous.
It enveloped everyone present.
At this moment, Mu Nan finally woke up from his astonishment.
He hurriedly took out the measuring ruler and said: "Suppress the Demon with the Cross Slash!"
The cross ray of light pierced towards Zhang Yixian and Zhang Yizhu!
Xie Huaiwei also nudged Yitian Sword at the same time.
This kind of power, if there are no special circumstances, is the death of the two brothers and sisters.
When the final word was finalized, a scene that surprised the two of them appeared.
Zhang Yixian and Zhang Yizhu seem not to belong to this world.
The silver bottles of Nishang and Liuyao were not affected by the spell.
All turned into nothingness.
The Cross Slash and Heavenly Sword passed through the bodies of the brother and sister and shot into the sky.
The clouds and fog were dispersed and the sky was blown away.
But he couldn't hurt the two of them at all.
"Brother Nan!"
Xie Huaiwei became a little anxious, and a peony slowly grew out of her head: "All spirits descend: the flowers bloom and bring wealth!"
Three petals of the peony floated out and turned into a ten-foot-long petal in the wind, wrapping her, Mu Nan and the little bamboo.
Get defensive.
"Sonic attack? It doesn't look like it!"
Mu Nan also had some doubts.
He had never heard of such a weird attack method, let alone seen it before.
How could he attack others and disappear at the same time, let alone be attacked by others?
Isn't this an invincible position?
Have those who were attacked become lambs to be slaughtered?
"Brother Nan, it's anger!" Xiao Zhuzi looked at the silver bottle that was getting lower and lower and broke, and shouted hurriedly.
The small bamboo cultivation stopped at a standstill, but the essence of it was revealed.
"gas?"
Mu Nan was even more confused: "Qi transformation?"
"Where is my mother locked up?"
The falling speed of the silver bottle is getting slower and slower. Zhang Yixian's voice is filled with anger: "If you tell me now, you may still have a chance to die. If the silver bottle is broken, it will be difficult for the gods to save you!"
"It's not that I didn't tell you, it's that I really don't know!"
Mu Nan didn't expect that he would end up like this if he told the truth.
How about just lying about not being familiar with Guo Shang.
From this point of view, if you speak with caution, the ancients are sincere and I don't want to be deceived.
"Hmph! You dare to speak harshly! Then go to hell!" Zhang Yizhu frowned and shouted: "Stop it!"
The silver vase was broken and became smaller and smaller with the voice, the clouds and mist seemed to be substantial, and the sound of the gold inscriptions being cut was endless.
But it is in the form of a gas and cannot be broken open at all.
"Brother Nan." Xie Huaiwei said in a hurry:
"Like gas turning into powder, compressing the heaven and earth, using Qi as the root, and endlessly growing! Unless the cultivation level is higher than these two demons, and the air flow is shattered with pressure, there will be no possibility of victory."
"Powder? Compressed?"
After hearing what Xie Huaiwei said, Mu Nan hurriedly asked: "You mean, their attack is vaporized dust?"
Xie Huaiwei nodded heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The silver bottle is already broken and is slowly eroding the peony petals.
In another ten breaths, I am afraid that even the peonies transformed by the descending gods of all spirits will turn into nothingness in an instant.
