I saw Mo Xiaoyuan shouting, but his round body rolled sideways on the spot without hesitation, and Zhang Wu's broadsword hit the bluestone platform again with a dull loud sound.

Mo Xiaoyuan actually dodged the blow that everyone thought was inevitable!

Everyone had different expressions for a while, and a few disciples even secretly rubbed their eyes with their sleeves, wondering whether they should re-estimate the strength of the fat man on the stage.

Zhang Wu was a little upset by Mo Xiaoyuan's flexible movement. The Zhang family did not place much hope on him during the Lutang Competition this time. Instead, they focused most of their attention on his cousin Zhang Wen.

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Although Zhang Wu is famous for his martial arts, he has been suppressed by Zhang Wen, who is as young as his age. They have been practicing martial arts with their uncle since they were eight years old. Unexpectedly, year after year, they looked weak and weak when they were young.

His unbearable cousin was actually more talented than him in martial arts.

This made him happy for his cousin but also unwilling to do so. He always wanted to show off in front of everyone and prove that his talent was no worse than that of his cousin.

The strength of the acquired fourth level is really not that high among the disciples participating in the Law Hall Competition. Even if they cannot successfully stand out, no one will say anything.

But what he encountered at this time was just an ordinary third-level disciple selected from the Bright Moon Peak Sect. If he couldn't even defeat this person, let alone compete with Zhang Wen.

Not only would his family be disappointed in him, but even Zhang Wu himself would not be able to accept this result.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wu had a calm face, summoned up 12% of his internal energy, and slashed the sword in the direction that Mo Xiaoyuan avoided. The huge blade actually formed a shape under the successive quick slashes.

A curtain of shining silver swords has an astonishing momentum.

"I surrender, I surrender! No more fighting!!!" Mo Xiaoyuan shouted as he rolled and crawled back to the corner of the platform.

Zhang Wu swung his sword for a moment, seeming a little stunned.

Before he could react, he felt a lightness in his hand, and the broad-bladed sword he held in his hand had been grasped by Senior Brother Feiyun at some point.

Feiyun seemed a little helpless, shook his head, and walked off the platform holding Mo Xiaoyuan in one hand and Zhang Wu's knife in the other.

Seeing this scene, everyone onlookers at Jiaoyue Peak couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this fat guy is so funny!"

"With such poor strength and fear of death, I really don't know how he signed up, hahaha!"

Hearing the laughter of several disciples next to him, Wang Xiaobao's face darkened and he glared fiercely.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyuan had returned to the two of them. Seeing this, he quickly grabbed Wang Xiaobao and said repeatedly, "Hey, Xiaobao, forget it!"

"I really have no chance of winning against Zhang Wu's eighteen mountain-splitting swords. It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible. Why waste time? Are you right, Sister Xiaolu?"

Seeing Mo Xiaoyuan's serious look, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Little fat man, you are so cowardly and confident!"

However, Wang Xiaobao listened to Mo Xiaoyuan's words, turned his head thoughtfully, and said to Liu Xiaolu, "Sister Lu, if you encounter a powerful opponent, don't force it."

"Uh...Okay!" Liu Xiaolu knew that Xiaobao was worried about herself, so she had no choice but to agree. But whether she could do it or not, only she knew.

The competition on Yuehua Stage was still going on in an orderly manner, and I watched a few other disciples' competitions. After waiting for almost an hour, Feiyun on the stage called out Liu Xiaolu's name.

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, Liu Xiaolu looked across with some curiosity, sizing up his opponent today.

At the other end of the bluestone platform stood a sturdy young man. Liu Xiaolu was not familiar with this person. All he knew was that his surname seemed to be Xu. If Brother Feiyun hadn’t called him out one by one before he came on stage, Liu Xiaolu wouldn’t have even said this.

The person's full name is not known.

Seeing Liu Xiaolu holding the piano, Xu Song frowned and seemed a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just gave her a slight fist and took out his long sword.

Feiyun had heard about Liu Xiaolu's recent piano practice, but for a while he couldn't connect this little lap piano with the competition, so he said, "Xiaolu, the competition will start soon, hurry up and get you

Take out your weapons."

Liu Xiaolu turned around and smiled at Feiyun, but said nothing.

Seeing how confident she was, Feiyun couldn't persuade her anymore, so he had to announce the start of the competition.

Xu Song shook the long sword in his hand, pulled out a string of sword flowers, and stood up to charge towards Liu Xiaolu.

Seeing Xu Song approaching with his sword, Liu Xiaolu remained unhurried. He held the piano on his lap with one hand and pressed the strings with the other. He made a mistake in his steps and retreated several feet away.

Xu Song turned around in surprise, obviously not expecting that this strange girl who came to compete with a piano and treated the competition in the rhythm hall as a child's play could actually have such good physical skills.

Feiyun, who was watching the battle, recognized at a glance that Liu Xiaolu was using the Spirit Fox Steps that he had taught Luo Lin. This set of steps was quite mysterious, even though he had spent a lot of time under Hu Yizhi's personal teachings.

It took three or two months to learn it.

Liu Xiaolu seemed to be quite proficient in her feet at this time, and she didn't know when Luo Lin started secretly teaching her this footwork.

Feiyun was still thinking secretly, but Xu Song had already come to his senses, raised his sword and stabbed again.

Since he mastered the Nine Transformations of Tianyin, Liu Xiaolu has never had the opportunity to use it on others, and he doesn't know the specific power. He is afraid that the power is too small and will be like scratching his head, and he is also afraid that his attack will be too heavy and his fellow students will be seriously injured.

At this time, Xu Song was already approaching. Liu Xiaolu no longer hesitated. With a touch of his right hand, a clanking invisible piano sound hit Xu Song. It was the sound of the wind.

Xu Song is just an ordinary inner sect disciple with no background. Fortunately, he is quite diligent. Although his skills can reach the fourth acquired level, he does not have any powerful martial arts skills at his disposal. He only learned the basics of the Kongwu Sect from Zhang Jiaoxi.

Martial Arts - Kong Wu Sword Technique.

For him, he wanted to participate in the Rhythm Hall Competition this time because he wanted to practice and improve himself through competing with fellow students, and secondly, he also hoped to have the opportunity to join the Rhythm Hall and learn more powerful martial arts.

As the sound of the piano sounded, Xu Songben paused as he rushed toward Liu Xiaolu, and his shining eyes became dull. He stood motionless on the spot, his feet seemed to be planted deeply in his body.

On the bluestone platform, the right hand that originally held the sword dropped unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment.

After a long while, someone asked cautiously, "This... what kind of magic is this?"

"It's the sound of the piano! Xu Song was immobilized by the sound of the piano!"

Not only were everyone in the audience talking in surprise, but Liu Xiaolu was also a little worried, fearing that he might injure someone because of his carelessness.

Fortunately, after a while, Xu Song's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and he raised the sword in his hand again.

Only then did Liu Xiaolu feel relieved.

Although Xu Song had regained consciousness at this time, he walked staggeringly as if he was drunk. He was horrified, but he had no intention of giving in. He still held up the long sword in his hand unsteadily.

He struck at Liu Xiaolu.

Liu Xiaolu was a little confused about what to do with the knee piano in his arms, so he had to move his body to retreat again. It was obvious that Xu Song's soul had been damaged to a certain extent at this time. If he attacked him again, he didn't know whether it would cause any harm.

Reversal of damage.

After being chased staggeringly by Xu Song for a while, Liu Xiaolu finally cast a look at Feiyun for help.

Feiyun obviously noticed Liu Xiaolu's hesitation and Xu Song's abnormality. He frowned and stepped in to stop Xu Song who was slashing with his sword.

Unexpectedly, Feiyun interfered, but the audience immediately exploded.

"This...how did Senior Brother Feiyun stop Xu Song?" I don't know who started it.

"It's just that they haven't finished the fight yet. Although her piano is a bit evil, who knows if she can only attack once!"

"That's right! If the weird sound effect is a one-time thing, there is still a chance of winning when Xu Song recovers!"
Chapter completed!