The music style is sometimes miserable and sometimes happy.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes passionate.

Everyone's emotions fluctuated with the storm, and even the spiritual fairylands were silent at this moment.

A song can change a person's mood and even change a person's life.

The vision in front of Liu Wuxie was blurred a little bit, as if countless tentacles were constantly stroking in front of him.

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

As soon as the divine book of Heaven moves, all the scenes in front of you disappear, and the surroundings return to Qingming.

This is just the first part of the song, which creates such a powerful illusion, and a hint of solemnity appeared on Liu Wuxie's face.

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

The style of the song changes!

The endless murderous aura came from four kinds. The monks who were addicted to the fantasy began to wave their hands and slapped around them.

Monsters appeared in front of them, trying to devour them and tear them apart.

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

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

Dodging is not a solution after all, Liu Wuxie must fight back.

The nameless tragedy has a smooth rhythm, but it is directly pointing to people's hearts.

Many Xuanxian Realm's faces showed a touch of movement, using their spiritual consciousness to resist the impact of the nameless tragedy.

"Bang!"

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

There is no rule at all.

Strictly speaking, this is a kind of noise. Liu Wuxie successfully resolved the attack of the second paragraph of the verse through the noise.

When musical battles, not both of them are playing music.

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

Each musical style, like a murderous martial art, has its own flaws.

Liu Wuxie accurately found the flaw of Wuming's Sorrow and interrupted it with noise.

A drop of blood spilled through the mouth of the younger man.

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

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

A series of cold lights appeared in the air, like a fine needle of a cow, floating in front of Liu Wuxie.

These fine cow hair needles cover the sky and cover Liu Wuxie.

Every cow hairy needle is a change in rhythm and can easily penetrate a person's soul.

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

It's like entering another world.

The blood-drinking knife was raised, and when the rhythm entered the high pitch, it suddenly took a photo.

"Bang!"

This time the sound was even stronger than before. The ox-haired fine needle that was about to be stabbed exploded and turned into a ball of soul power and disappeared into the world.

There is no impact on weapons, no competition in moves.

Everyone knows that fighting music is more dangerous than fighting martial arts.

If you are not careful, you don’t even know how to die.

In addition to them present, there were also many people who were proficient in musical rhythms. Although they were not as good as the three of them, they should not be underestimated.

"This kid found the weakness of the other party's rhythm twice in a row. Is it a coincidence or his rhythm is better?"

A spiritual fairyland spoke.

Liu Wuxie slapped the iron cage twice to successfully resolve the crisis.

Is it as simple as a coincidence?

No one knows.

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

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

Everyone saw that the two cracking of the rhythm shocks is definitely not as simple as a coincidence. Liu Wuxie must be a master of piano.

After entering the legendary third verse, there were very few people who could stick to the third verse for so many years, and they eventually died under their piano skills.

Liu Wuxie still closed his eyes, turning a deaf ear to everything around him.

The sound of the piano is sometimes exciting, sometimes boiling, sometimes strong wind, sometimes sudden rain.

Sand and stones flew on the ground, and the bluestone inside the iron cage had already exploded, turning into countless pieces, floating in the air.

Liu Wuxie held the blood-drinking knife in one hand. This time he did not knock on the iron cage, but gently tapped the blood-drinking knife on the ground.

At the beginning, the speed was very slow and I couldn't hear any rhythm. I could only hear the clattering sound, like a pounding wooden fish.

As time passed, the knocking sound became faster and faster. The bluestone on the ground did not break, 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 began.

A storm appeared in the void, hovering on the iron cage, and it was coming and going. The storm blew towards Liu Wuxie and then to the old and young.

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

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

"Clang clang!"

Two clangs came out, like a horse galloping, turning into two gray dragons, shuttled through the storm.

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

The people around were fascinated by the sight and had never seen such a wonderful battle.

Especially those monks with lower cultivation, Liu Wuxie successfully pulled them back from the illusion and cast a grateful look at Liu Wuxie.

More and more people support Liu Wuxie, which makes the two elders of Yin and Yang look very bad.

Even if they win, they will not win, and the reputation of the underground boxing ring will plummet.

The dragon python perched down and hovered over Liu Wuxie's head, and could swallow Liu Wuxie at any time.

The blood-drinking knife continued to hit. At this time, Liu Wuxie picked up a stone in his left hand and knocked on the iron cage beside him.

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

Two completely different rhythms make people feel inexplicably heard.

But the old man opposite changed his eyes.

With one mind and two uses, Liu Wuxie can actually control two rhythms 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 cognition.

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

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

As the divine bow pulls the strings, it is like a crescent moon.

"Swish!"

Two bone arrows shot out and directly pierced the head of the dragon python.

A shaking came from the void, without too strong air surging, this was a contest of soul power.

The dragon python was divided into pieces. In terms of soul power, the two of them were far inferior to Liu Wuxie.

Although Liu Wuxie's soul power cannot reach the third level of the True Immortal, he has the help of the divine book of Heaven.

There were two more bone arrows, mounted on the divine bow, aiming at the opposite side of the old and the young.

The scene suddenly became nervous, and the two elders of Yin and Yang looked at each other, whether to kill Liu Wuxie.

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

The bow string was full, and everyone had just seen the power of the divine bow. If they shot two of them, they might seriously injure them.
To be continued...