The style of music is sometimes tragic and sometimes happy.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes passionate.

Everyone's emotions fluctuated with the music, and even those in the fairyland were silent at this moment.

A piece of music can change a person's mood or even his life.

Liu Wuxie's vision blurred a little bit, as if countless tentacles were stroking in front of him.

It was as if his mother was waving to him, and his father showed a kind smile.

As soon as the Divine Book of Heaven moved, all the scenes in front of him disappeared, and the surroundings returned to clarity.

This was just the first verse of the song, but it created such a powerful illusion that Liu Wuxie's face showed a trace of solemnity.

The old man and the young man continued to play, and the speed of their hands was half a beat faster than before.

The style changes!

Endless killing energy came from four kinds, and the monks who were addicted to fantasy began to wave their hands and slap around.

In front of them, monsters appeared one after another, trying to devour them and tear them into pieces.

The sound of iron hoofbeats rang in Liu Wuxie's ears.

At this moment, Liu Wuxie was in the center of the battlefield. Facing the trampling of iron hooves, he could be caught under the iron hooves at any time.

After all, evasion is not the answer, Liu Wuxie must fight back.

The nameless sorrow has a gentle melody, but it points directly to people's hearts.

Many people in the Xuanxian Realm showed a trace of emotion on their faces, and they mobilized their spiritual consciousness to resist the impact of the nameless sorrow.

"Boom!"

The blood-drinking knife hit the iron cage, making a metallic impact.

There are no rules at all.

Strictly speaking, this is a kind of noise. Through the noise, Liu Wuxie successfully defused the attack of the second melody.

When music and temperament are at war, it is not necessarily the case that both people are playing music.

You can disrupt the other person's mind by interrupting their rhythm.

Every piece of music, like the murderous martial arts, has its own flaws.

Liu Wuxie accurately found the flaw of Wumingzhi Shang and used noise to interrupt it.

A drop of blood spilled from the younger man's mouth.

Liu Wuxie's attack with soul power actually caused a backlash from the opponent.

The style of the music is still changing, this time it became high-pitched and loud, and many people danced along with it.

Lines of cold light appeared in the air, like thin needles of cow hair, floating in front of Liu Wuxie.

These fine needles were overwhelming and enveloped Liu Wuxie.

Every thin needle of cow hair is a change of musical rhythm, which can easily penetrate the soul of a person.

Liu Wuxie closed her eyes and turned a deaf ear to everything around her.

It's like entering another world.

The blood-drinking knife was raised, and at the moment when the music reached a high pitch, it was suddenly photographed.

"Bang!"

This time the sound was even stronger than before, and all the fine needles that were about to be stabbed exploded and turned into a ball of soul power and disappeared into the world.

There is no clash of weapons and no competition of moves.

Everyone knows that a musical contest is more dangerous than a martial arts battle.

If you are not careful, you may die without knowing how.

Apart from them, there are also many people who are proficient in music. Although they are not as good as the three of them, they should not be underestimated.

"This kid has found the weakness of the opponent's music twice in a row. Is it a coincidence, or is his music better than others?"

A spirit fairy opened his mouth and said.

Liu Wuxie hit the iron cage twice and successfully resolved the crisis.

Is it as simple as just a coincidence?

Nobody knows.

Ye Linghan was also confused. Based on her understanding of Liu Wuxie, it was just that the formation spell was powerful.

I didn't expect his music to be so superb.

Everyone could see that the two cracks in the rhythm attack were definitely not a coincidence. Liu Wuxie must be a master of the piano.

Entering the legendary third rhythm, after so many years, only a few can persist until the third rhythm, and eventually they all die under their piano skills.

Liu Wuxie still closed her eyes tightly, turning a deaf ear to everything around her.

The sound of the piano is sometimes passionate, sometimes boiling, sometimes violent wind, sometimes showery.

Sand and stones were flying on the ground, and the bluestone inside the iron cage had already exploded and turned into countless fragments, floating in the air.

Liu Wuxie held the blood-drinking knife in one hand. This time, instead of knocking on the iron cage, he gently tapped the blood-drinking knife on the ground.

At the beginning, the speed was very slow, and there was no rhythm. I could only hear a clicking sound, like tapping a wooden fish.

As time went by, the knocking sound became faster and faster, and the bluestone on the ground did not crack, but could make a crisp sound.

The rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes crisp and sometimes dull.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bluestones floating in the air exploded one after another.

The confrontation officially begins.

A storm appeared in the void, hovering above the iron cage. You came and I came, and the storm blew towards Liu Wuxie at one moment, and at the other moment it blew at the old man and the young man.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the speed of the blood-drinking knife was still accelerating.

Both of them put their hands on the strings. The younger man suddenly stood up, clasped two strings with his right hand, and suddenly plucked them.

"Qiang Qiang!"

Two clanging sounds came out, like war horses galloping, turning into two gray dragons, flying through the storm.

The dragon circled, opened its bloody mouth, roared to the sky, and then rushed towards Liu Wuxie.

The people around me watched in ecstasy, having never seen such a splendid battle.

Especially those monks with lower cultivation levels, Liu Wuxie successfully pulled them back from the illusion and cast grateful eyes towards Liu Wuxie.

More and more people are supporting Liu Wuxie, which makes the Yin and Yang elders look very ugly.

Even if they win, they won't win with force, and the reputation of the underground boxing ring will plummet.

The python roosted down and hovered above Liu Wuxie's head, ready to devour Liu Wuxie at any time.

The blood-drinking knife continued to strike. At this time, Liu Wuxie picked up a stone with her left hand and struck the iron cage next to her.

The blood-drinking knife in his right hand struck the bluestone on the ground, and the stone in his left hand struck the iron cage beside him.

Two completely different melodies, which make people feel confused.

But the eyes of the old man opposite him changed.

Dual-purpose, Liu Wuxie can actually control two melodies at the same time.

Ordinary people don't know what Liu Wuxie is doing, but for the music master, Liu Wuxie's actions have subverted their knowledge.

Two divine bows appeared in the void, and two bone arrows appeared on them.

The bone arrows were aimed at the two pythons. As the rhythm of the music changed, the divine bow continued to adjust its shape.

It gets bigger and bigger, and the bow of the god is full of strings, like a crescent moon.

"Boohoo!"

Two bone arrows shot out, directly piercing the python's head.

There was a shaking in the void, but there was no strong wave of energy. This was a contest of soul power.

The python was torn apart, and in terms of soul power, the two of them were far inferior to Liu Wuxie.

Although Liu Wuxie's soul power is still unable to reach the third level of true immortal, he has the help of the divine book of heaven.

Another two bone arrows were placed on the divine bow, this time aimed at the old man and the young man on the opposite side.

The scene suddenly became tense, and the Yin and Yang elders looked at each other, wondering whether they should kill Liu Wuxie.

Ye Linghan has been secretly accumulating strength. If the two of them dare to attack Liu Wuxie, she will stop them without hesitation.

The bowstring is fully drawn
To be continued...