Nan Hairen looked at Pudus and saw that Pudus's cultivation level had improved, and there seemed to be a layer of golden-bronze divine light covering the outside of his body.
Nan Hairen asked happily: "It seems that my second brother has also improved. It's great."
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, discovered that not only was Nan Hairen's soul newly formed, but also there was some vague gas on his body. Now the human form looked blurry, giving people a sense of mystery. Nan Hairen looked up.
The rapidly disappearing starry sky asked: "Where is my second brother now, and how long will it take for him to reach the position of believing in God?"
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, checked it and asked: "There is still about a thousand years to go."
Nan Hairen was worried about Hanshuang's safety and was really impatient with waiting. Just when he was thinking of releasing the Blade Emperor's magic weapon to try, Pudes, the mountain-moving god, came to him and folded his hands and said loudly: "Third brother
We have gained a lot from this retreat, so how about we two brothers compare notes."
Nan Hairen hasn't fought with anyone for a long time. The last fight with the Demon God King Yun Ao was just a beating. He naturally understands the importance of fighting to improve his cultivation. The mountain-moving god Pudes is two levels lower than his own cultivation level, but they are all
God, your cultivation is just right enough to become the best candidate for practicing, and you can also try out the magical powers you have learned. Applying what you have learned is the key.
Nan Hairen nodded and said with a smile: "How could I refuse with such a good opponent like my second brother, haha."
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, looked around and shouted: "Unfortunately, the space here is too small, so we may not be able to use our hands and feet freely during a fight."
Nan Hairen took out a few dust crystal divine stones and placed them, and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about this?"
After a while, Nan Hairen set up the natural formation he had learned last time. All were set up with dust crystal divine stones to fill the space formed inside with divine energy, which could be absorbed and replenished at any time.
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, couldn't help but admire this third brother. After observing it for a while, he sighed: "Damn it, I didn't expect that the third brother is also a master of formations. He is really versatile."
Nan Hairen smiled and said: "Second brother is here again, hurry up and go in."
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, had been itching his hands all the time, and he became a little impatient with the wait. He said loudly: "Third brother, let's start. You are the younger brother. The second brother asked you to make the first move, and you will not fight back at the beginning."
Nan Hairen turned around and chuckled secretly: "Second brother, this is what you said, don't regret it?"
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, patted his chest to express his assurance.
Nan Hairen dodged over, constantly condensing the power of chaos in his body, letting go of his momentum, and the soul of God in his body kept stirring, constantly increasing his fighting spirit.
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him, and the opponent's momentum suddenly changed. There seemed to be invisible war drums beating in the dark, making people feel excited.
Nan Hairen adjusted his body to the best condition, took out a guqin and played it gently. The guqin made a sound like wooden thorns, which made Pudes, the mountain-moving god, feel disturbed in his calm mind, and then the music suddenly dragged out.
It is long, produces beautiful string sounds, and invisible sound waves affect everyone unconsciously.
The mountain-moving god Pudes didn't know what Nan Hairen meant, but the musical instrument told him that it must be a type of sound attack. What made him suspicious was that this sound attack was too soft and elegant, with only a trace of energy fluctuations.
, there is no harm. Pudes, the mountain-moving god, shouted loudly: "Third brother, this kind of skill is useless to me, please try another one."
Nan Hairen did not stop, but was immersed in the world of music wholeheartedly. The guqin gradually emitted circular sound waves that spread around.
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, was so tired that he almost fell asleep. Just when he was about to remind Nan Hairen, he was surprised to find that his whole body was beating uncontrollably to the music. Every time the music hit a high-pitched or long-pitched tune,
At this time, the ten fingers started to move automatically. Not only did the cells in the whole body of the fingers move like this, but even the soul of God became a little unstable.
After all, Pudes was a god of the older generation, and he immediately realized that this was an invisible superior sound attack, which was mainly focused on control. If this continued, he might become a living puppet.
Nan Hairen suddenly opened his eyes, played the guqin faster, and laughed loudly: "Second brother, it's too late to find out now, haha ~ look at my charming sound."
Pudes felt that his body was boiling, and his whole body was doing a funny dance uncontrollably. He immediately calmed down forcibly, focusing all his power on the soul of God in his head, and using the stable characteristics of the soul of God.
to fight against the control of rhythm.
However, due to the carelessness at the beginning, even this was very embarrassing. If he could not stop this rhythm, he might be invisibly consumed.
The mountain-moving god Pudes laughed loudly and said loudly: "I didn't expect that the third brother has such a superb sound attack technique. It is really powerful. The second brother is going to break his promise and take the initiative to attack. If this continues, he will definitely lose."
Nan Hairen replied casually: "Second brother, use whatever skills you have. Haha, let my younger brother see it too."
The majestic body of the mountain-moving God Pudes suddenly burst into blazing white flames, like a living god of fire, waving with one hand and shouting: "Yang Yan Divine Fire!"
The surroundings of Nan Hairen immediately turned into a sea of white fire, and pillars of fire rose into the sky and rushed towards him.
Nan Hairen is an ancestor who plays with fire. After being influenced by many mutated fires, this flame really does not pose a threat to him. He turns a blind eye to everything around him and still plays the guqin without changing his expression, seeming to be exploring.
What.
Unexpectedly, the Yangyan Divine Fire began to beat with the fluctuation of the music, and it was a little out of control. When they slowly approached Nan Hairen, they were automatically swallowed up by a silver-white energy.
Pudes, the mountain-moving god, widened his eyes and suddenly said: "Is this okay?" He has never seen such a powerful energy, which can actually swallow other energies, and the rhythm can control flames. The bold and rough face with this expression makes him
People find it very funny.
Nan Hairen said calmly: "Is this the only thing that second brother has?"
Pudes, the God of Mountain Moving, laughed loudly and said: "Okay! Then brother, I'm going to do it for real!" Since the sound of silk and bamboo has always affected him, he can't try his best. After all, he has to leave part of his power to resist the attack of the sound.
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Pudes, the mountain-moving god, threw out the Sun Flame Aegis and shouted: "The Sun Flame Aegis shakes the heaven and the earth!"
Sun Flame Aegis was born, and the white pearls on the shield shone with brilliance, wrapping the master's body. Nan Hairen found that the sound of silk and bamboo could not penetrate, and he admired the defense ability of Sun Flame Aegis.
, even the rhythm can be defended, it is worthy of being a top-grade aegis!
The Sun Flame Aegis not only withstood the sound of Silk Bamboo, but the white divine light also brought out the pure Yan Yang Divine Fire Pillar and flew towards it. Look at the dozens of fire pillars flying with powerful momentum. Nan Hairen put away his guqin.
He took out the Jiutian Magic Pen and started writing randomly in the air. The silver-white traces looked extremely free and elegant.