The familiar sound of the piano sounded, and pieces of verdant bamboo forests appeared beside Meng Zhuyin again. Compared with the previous duel with Xiao Sanlang, Meng Zhuyin's grasp of his own qin song has obviously improved, at least in terms of aura, it has not been affected by the fact that the opponent is Tang Wuming.

Tang Wuming just stood quietly in place, squinting slightly at Meng Zhuyin, whose fingers were flying, and seemed to be enjoying the sound of the qin, until a tall giant ape came out of the bamboo forest behind Meng Zhuyin, Tang Wuming's movements changed slightly.

"You're doing a good job, but now it's my turn, get ready. Tang Wuming's attitude towards Meng Zhuyin was surprisingly friendly, and even gave Meng Zhuyin time to prepare, this scene really surprised many people.

"Please. Meng Zhuyin's hand movements did not stop, and the simple answer penetrated the sound of the piano and clearly entered everyone's ears, accompanied by Meng Zhuyin's words, the giant ape guarding beside him also began to beat his chest, letting out an excited roar.

The martial artist who knew something about spirit beasts only then discovered that the ape spirit beast transformed by Meng Zhuyin's qin song was no longer the original eight-armed giant ape, a polygibbon species that relied purely on brute force, and standing beside Meng Zhuyin at this moment was one of the representative spirit beasts of the Law of Thunder, the purple-blooded thunder ape. It is rumored that the purple-blooded thunder ape has an extremely strong comprehension of the law of thunder, and even the newborn purple-blooded thunder ape cub is stronger in the law of thunder than the law of thunder cultivator who has just advanced to the king realm first. In addition, the purple-blooded thunder ape is the most irritable type of ape spirit beast, and it will be furious at every turn, so very few people are willing to provoke the spirit beasts of this clan.

However, Tang Wuming was obviously not affected by this, but just calmly pushed horizontally with a knife, making it the most common basic knife technique in knife techniques, called pushing boats along the water. It was a move that almost everyone could do as long as it was a sword, but in Tang Wuming's hands, it showed a completely different effect. As Tang Wuming's sword qi pushed forward layer by layer, a milky white crescent-like light condensed in front of him, so that the eyes of the ferocious spirit beast like the Purple Blood Thunder Ape showed a cautious look.

But the spirit beast is a spirit beast after all, even if it can be seen that Tang Wuming is not easy to deal with, but in the eyes of the purple-blooded thunder ape, Tang Wuming's move is obviously an intolerable provocation. Therefore, after only maintaining his sanity for a moment, the purple-blooded thunder ape pounded the ground even more frantically, and shot along the ground in the direction of Tang Wuming with an arc of electricity.

The substantial white sword qi condensed in front of Tang Wuming's body was both a sharp weapon for attack and the best shield, and when the arc of the purple blood thunder ape came close, all of them were sucked into this sword qi, and then they were instantly strangled, as if they had never appeared before.

Meng Zhuyin's piano sound was faster, and the purple-blooded thunder ape's movements were also more impatient, no longer satisfied with just using medium and long-distance arcs to consume, and directly jumped and launched an attack in the direction that Tang Wuming was approaching.

Most of the spirit beasts were much larger than humans, and the Purple Blood Thunder Ape was naturally the same, the adult Purple Blood Thunder Ape was five or six times the size of an ordinary human, so when the Purple Blood Thunder Ape jumped into the air, just the shadow of an arm was already completely able to envelop Tang Wuming in it.

The huge momentum driven by the purple-blooded thunder ape naturally attracted the attention of many audiences in the audience, and many people were curious from the bottom of their hearts, wondering how Tang Wuming would behave in the face of an adult holy beast-level spirit beast.

As expected, and unreasonable, although many people thought that an adult purple-blooded thunder ape would never be enough to stop Tang Wuming's progress, they didn't expect that the result would be so neatly resolved.

When the purple-blooded thunder ape swooped in from the air, Tang Wuming did not choose to continue to accumulate the sword qi in front of him, but directly pushed the boat down the river to completely cut out this knife. Immediately after that, the purple-blooded thunder ape in the air was directly disemboweled, and a large amount of purple blood exploded instantly, spraying out in all directions like rain.

The Purple Blood Thunder Ape didn't even manage to use a single move, and the corpse had already smashed heavily into the ring, judging from the fact that its belly exploded and its internal organs completely disappeared, it was completely impossible for it to have the ability to fight back.

When the purple-blooded thunder ape swallowed its last breath, the entire purple-blooded thunder ape's body, including the purple blood that had fallen most of the ring, slowly turned into a cluster of cyan light at this moment, flying towards the direction of Meng Zhuyin, and finally gathered on the strings that Meng Zhuyin was playing.

In the clean ring, everything was as if nothing had happened, and the warriors in the audience suddenly felt a little incredulous, and couldn't believe that such a real scene was fake.

The bamboo forest still exists, the bamboo leaves are swaying in the wind, and Meng Zhuyin is still playing the piano, but the sharp-eyed warrior has already discovered that Meng Zhuyin's face at this moment is not as calm as just now, and the corners of his mouth are even stained with a red color. Obviously, although the collision between Tang Wuming and the Purple Blood Thunder Ape just now was a failure of the giant ape, it was Meng Zhuyin himself who was injured.

Although Tang Wuming's knife just now was not directly slashed at Meng Zhuyin's body, Meng Zhuyin had already fully realized how terrifying Tang Wuming's knife was. Meng Zhuyin had to admit that his thoughts before he came to power were still too optimistic, if he really wanted to collide head-on with Tang Wuming, he would definitely not be able to eat a knife.

Thinking about it, but Meng Zhuyin will not give up directly because of this, since there is such a good opponent as Tang Wuming in front of him, he should take this opportunity to try where his limit is. Just like what Ye Chen taught, even if he loses in the end, it can be regarded as earned.

Meng Zhuyin cheered up, suppressed some bad injuries in his body, and continued to play his own piano music. In fact, Meng Zhuyin's "Piercing the Forest Xiao" pays attention to the chic artistic conception and comfortable state of mind, with this mentality, Meng Zhuyin's playing is more effective than before, so that Tang Wuming stopped thinking of continuing to do it, and looked at Meng Zhuyin's eyes with a little more caution.

As the melody played by Meng Zhuyin became more and more intense, the surrounding bamboo forest also made a "rustling" sound, which made the whole bamboo forest like a Shura field, which clearly made people not easily set foot in it.

Tang Wuming stared at Meng Zhuyin and stopped for a while, and then held the red copper knife across his chest, as if he was preparing for some kind of ritual, and his mouth was completely different from the usual appearance of simply and neatly handing out.

Meng Zhuyin seemed to have no idea about Tang Wuming's performance, and was still intoxicated by his own music. At this moment, he seems to be completely one with the qin song, there is no roar of other spirit beasts, the whole bamboo forest is his world, it seems that as long as he maintains this state, he is not afraid of any enemy.

Outside the bamboo forest, Tang Wuming still maintained a posture of thinking about words, and the two confronted each other in the air, but the martial artists who were watching the battle in the audience didn't even dare to make a sound, as if they were afraid of disturbing the two people on the stage under this tense atmosphere.

I don't know how long it took, but Tang Wuming made the first move among the two. Everyone saw that the red copper remnant knife in Tang Wuming's hand was already scarlet at this moment, and Tang Wuming's eyes did not have the previous hesitant look, and his eyes were full of confidence and firmness.

"Nameless—ask for a slash!"

Tang Wuming read four words out of his mouth, and the knife in his hand also slashed out horizontally, just the wave of qi brought by the knife had already made it difficult for the martial artists in the audience to open their eyes. Only a strong martial artist could withstand this fierce wave of qi and see a circle of white blades of light swing out from Tang Nameless's scarlet knife and sweep towards Meng Zhuyin's bamboo forest. Wherever the blade passed, even the space was briefly turbulent.

Meng Zhuyin was waiting for the battle, and the seemingly watertight defense was still blind in front of Tang Wuming's long-standing sword. After less than five seconds of friction between them, Tang Wuming's light blade broke through into the bamboo forest, cutting down all the verdant and upright bamboos, and none of them were spared.

When the bamboos fell to the ground and the bamboo leaves were scattered and flew all over the sky, Meng Zhuyin's strings also snapped. In such an environment, Meng Zhuyin, who was stunned when he looked at the guqin with broken strings, was even more miserable.

Of course, no one in the audience had any intention of laughing at Meng Zhuyin because of such a result. Everyone with eyes could see that Tang Wuming's blow continued to fly far away after slashing through Meng Zhuyin's Qinqu realm, directly cutting off a side peak next to Qingtian Peak. Looking at the neat fracture of the mountain peak in the distance, everyone agreed that Meng Zhuyin was already strong enough to be able to save his life under such a blow.

"I lost ......" Meng Zhuyin did not become depressed under such a blow as many people imagined, and after being distracted for a while, Meng Zhuyin stood up with the qin in his arms and took the initiative to admit that he was not Tang Wuming's opponent.