(Thank you for the wind and snow, poison you thousands of times, no sincerity, Gusu Sansheng reward, thank you for your support!

"Do you understand?" asked Tianpai Shui suddenly.

Di Shuye nodded, "Grandpa Shui, I understand what you said, the disciples of the Qin Sect, whether they are stringed instruments or wind instruments, blindly take the spell route when facing the enemy, and give up themselves, as long as they are injured, it will be the end of failure!"

Tian Pai Shui smiled with relief: "Now you understand the important surname of body refining! Go back, if there is no accident today, Hengdi Peak will definitely win!"

"Is it because of that Nie Xiange? Well, that's right, he's a third-level cultivator......

Nie Xiange's cultivation power is level 3, the same level as Mo, but Di Shuye remembers that the three Wenqu stars in Mo's eyes are gray-white, while Nie Xiange is hazy, obviously Nie Xiange is one level lower than Mo.

Di Shuye looked at Guqin Peak, although it was worth being happy for Drunk Lingbo to accept him, but happiness came too suddenly, and Di Shuye faintly felt a sense of crisis.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard the sky pat Shui Qi and said, "Hey, that Moon God Armor is a bit interesting." ”

Di Shuye stopped and looked at Tianpai Shui suspiciously, Tian Pai Shui waved his hand and said, "Don't leave first, let's take a look, it's interesting!"

Di Shuye heard it in the clouds, looked at Zhengxiang who was sleeping comfortably on his chest in his arms, and sat down to continue watching the battle. Although he was anxious about his father, he also wanted to see how amazing the use of cultivation power was.

"Guqin Peak vs. Hengdi Peak!"

Pipa Peak was defeated, and Sheng Fanying's voice had a hint of lack of interest.

Drunken Fufeng, Chunlei, and Jiuxiao slowly stepped onto the stage, the corners of Nie Xiange's mouth slanted, and he said loudly: "Guqin Feng, please choose the battle music!"

"Mountains and Flowing Water!" Drunken Fufeng smiled slightly and said elegantly.

""Mountains and Flowing Water"?" Di Shuye was stunned, this drunken wind was unambiguous, and he took advantage of it as soon as he came up, "High Mountains and Flowing Water" was originally suitable for playing the guqin and guzheng pipa, and the effect of the transverse flute was far inferior.

Only the songs that you are most familiar with and the most suitable for your instrument can make full use of your own self-cultivation. Nie Xiange's cultivation power was already higher than that of Drunken Fufeng and others, and after going on the stage, he politely asked the other party to choose the track, and the clinker drunk Fufeng kicked his nose and face, and directly chose the most suitable song for the guqin.

"Drunk Fufeng, you are too despicable!" the disciple of Hengdi Peak was furious and shouted. On the other hand, there were several people on the judges' table, but they were all indifferent.

"Good!"

Nie Xiange's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't get angry because of this.

Drunk Fufeng was still smiling, and behind him, Chun Lei Jiuxiao and the two of them tore off their guqin from their backs at the same time, and the three of them sat cross-legged.

"Can you start?" asked with a smile.

Without waiting for Nie Xiange to answer, his hands had already moved,

"Ding-dong......"

The soothing tone, the timbre is very soft, like white clouds floating across the sky, leaving some ethereal traces, and like willow branches blowing in the wind.

The sound of the two people behind him seems to be one step ahead of him, and the music is beautiful and bright, like many lines of flowing water, and the birds sing and the insects chirp and slowly flow down, mellow and delicate, intoxicating.

At this moment, the three of Nie Xiange moved at the same time, the transverse flute pressed to their lips, and a clear Yue broke through the darkness before dawn like the cry of a lark, as if it had just been blocked by thousands of mountains and rivers and finally converged into a jumping note, with the pride of breaking through the resistance.

With the sound of the flute, the sound of the piano floating above the strings of the three people suddenly turned into a sharp sound blade.

The nurturing power melts into the sound of the piano, the sound blade!

"The three of them played "High Mountain", this Nie string song is really good, with "Flowing Water", it will not fall behind at all!"

Di Shuye knows that "High Mountains and Flowing Water" can actually be divided into two parts: "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water", "High Mountain" has a high and clear sound, and "Flowing Water" is low and tactful. Correspondingly, the sound blade released by the piano sound is more fierce and domineering, while the sound wave of the flute sound is inclusive and soft.

"Hehe, "Flowing Water" is deep and tactful, but the helpless thing is that the transverse flute can't play this effect, you pay attention to the sound waves released from Nie Xiange's transverse flute, rigid and soft and erratic, obviously it is difficult for him to grasp this tune, and the throughput of cultivation power can't be as he wants, if this continues, they will eventually be led by the sound of the piano, and they can only blindly defend!"

Tianpai Shui laughed, "But don't underestimate this Nie Xian song......

Before the words were finished, the flute tone turned low, as if the flowing water was deepening, like a filament, moistening things silently, like a milk swallow murmuring, like a cricket whispering, and then merging into a whirlpool, swimming farther and farther...... Until the occasional melody with a hint of beauty.

And at this moment, the sound of the three people who are drunk and fufeng has also reached the point of getting higher and higher, and the sound blade that breaks through the air is overwhelming.

"Grandpa Shui, if they can't resist Nie Xiange, will they ......?"

"You mean...... Will they be killed?" Tian Pai Shui smiled slightly, "It's impossible, because these children's cultivation power is only about the third layer, and the strength of the sound blade and sound wave depends on the level of the cultivation power, the cultivation power is too low, and the lethality of the sound blade is also low, at best, it is just seriously injured!"

Di Shuye understood, this truth is like two children fighting with a stick, even if they really hit each other, they will not be killed, after all, children's strength is limited, and when adults fight, a stick goes down, and the possibility of killing is very large, the difference lies in the strength of the person holding the stick.

"Nie Xiange should have something to say......" Tianpao Shui stroked his beard and smiled.

"Oh?"

Di Shuye hurriedly looked at the ring, and at this time, the low flute sound was gradually inaudible, but Nie Xiange and the three of them were a few feet in front of them, and the hazy sound waves were still resisting the sound blades of the three of Drunken Fufeng.

Suddenly, the sound of Nie Xian's song flute changed greatly, sometimes high-pitched and loud, sometimes low and tactful, and the sound wave in front of him was sometimes rich and sometimes light, and the speed became faster and faster, like a water ball that was constantly expanding and shrinking.

"It's... Sometimes "High Mountain" and sometimes "Flowing Water", he actually played it separately!" Di Shuye was taken aback, Nie Xiange was still playing "High Mountains and Flowing Water" at this time, but it seemed extremely weird, sometimes intercepting a high section from the "High Mountain" part, and sometimes intercepting a low section from the "Flowing Water" part. The mixed music is blessed by the power of self-cultivation and enters the human ear, which is boring and abnormal.

"Spit sounds, flower tongues, chopping sounds, roaring sounds, punching sounds, flying fingers, major seventh kneading sounds... Amazing, Senior Brother Han, this kid of Xiange, you are teaching you everything!" Drunk Lingbo looked at Han Zifeng with a smile.

Nie Xiange's ten fingers flew, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and all kinds of fingering techniques emerged in an endless stream, and in just a moment, the sound wave protection in front of him covered the other two.

These three people obviously cooperated to a certain extent, and they had a good heart, and Nie Xiange resisted the sound blade of the three of them with the strength of one person, not only that, but even faintly expanding forward.

The other two saw the situation, gave up the defense, and the flute rose abruptly, as if the spring water was murmuring, falling from the top of the cliff, ups and downs, endless, and the aftertaste was eternal.

With the change of the sound of the flute, the two turned from defense to attack, and the sound wave was no longer horizontal in front of them, but suddenly changed direction, like spears, and like sharp crossbow arrows, facing the sound blade.

"Jingle ......"

The sound of dense swords slashing in mid-air came, and the sound blade collided with the sound wave, and they were equal, but after all, there were only two people attacking from the side of Hengdi Peak, and there were still sound blades that were not blocked and flew in.

"Poof"

Nie Xiange's erratic flute sound supported the defense easily resisted the attack of the sound blade, a trace of contempt flashed in the corner of his eyes, and suddenly his hands and eight fingers pressed together, and the flute tone changed, turning into "High Mountain", and a high-pitched and loud sound made the flute sound that shook people's hearts suddenly shot out.

As soon as the voice came out, it instantly blessed the cultivation power, turned into a silver glittering spear, and stabbed at the three of them.

"Good boy, another killer!" Tianpao snorted.

"Be careful!" Di Shuye couldn't help but shout.

Drunk Fufeng heard the shouting, Huo Ran was startled, and then his expression changed greatly, at this time it was too late to change the sound of the piano block, Di Shuye's heart also mentioned his throat, this drunk Fufeng had a kind attitude towards him before, and he also had a good impression of it, suddenly his brain trembled, subconsciously, Di Shuye's eyes stared at the silver gun, and he shouted in his heart: "Broken, broken!"

In addition to the drunken Lingbo on the judges' seat, several people got up at the same time.

Seeing that the silver spear was about to be stabbed, Drunken Fufeng suddenly jumped up, picked up the guqin with both hands, and slammed it towards the silver spear that was rushing quickly.

"Kara!" There was a crisp sound, and the silver spear turned into notes and disappeared into the air, and the guqin in Zui Fufeng's hand turned out to be intact.

Drunk Fufeng was stunned, he knew that his piano had not touched the silver spear!

Without thinking about it anymore, he hugged the guqin, jumped up, and rushed to Nie Xiange and the three in the blink of an eye.

"He's refined!" Di Shuye was stunned.

Nie Xiange's expression changed greatly, as soon as the flute sounded, one after another sound waves attacked Zui Fufeng again, but Zui Fufeng's figure was too fast, and the sound waves had not yet spread out, and Zui Fufeng had already deceived Nie Xiange's side, picked up the guqin with both hands, and slapped it on his chest.

Although the guqin of drunken Fufeng is not a famous guqin, the material that can make the guqin is by no means ordinary wood, and this guqin is not light.

Smashing hard, Nie Xiange screamed in pain, took a few steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell to the ground, before the end, his resentful eyes stared at Di Shuye in the distance.

Drunk Fufeng ignored it, his body shook, and he turned to the other two, but he sighed that the two people had not yet left their mouths, and their heads hurt, and they fainted.

Burning the piano and cooking the crane, the scenery is ruined!

"This ......"

Everyone on and off the stage was stunned for a while, but Di Shuye frowned, "Grandpa Shui, this drunken Fufeng has obviously cultivated his body!"

Tian Pai Shui nodded slowly, "It seems that today's people are also aware of the weakness of the mage, once they are close to the martial artist, there is only one way to die, no wonder, no wonder two of today's rewards are armor!"

"So a martial artist is more powerful than a mage?" Di Shuye asked.

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