The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The towering ancient trees are everywhere, the dense climbing vines are winding, and the ground is full of dead leaves and branches. It is eerie and strange, and the sun cannot be seen.

Occasionally, I saw the footprints of wild animals on the ground, as well as crawling poisonous things, and poisonous mushrooms growing on damp dead branches.

"Seventh brother, be careful, here is close to the swamp, there are easy traps." Jing Ao reminded, walking slowly and cautiously.

"I will." Jing Hao followed Jing Ao carefully.

After walking for half an hour, before crossing this tidal land, suddenly, there was a very light whistling sound.

The dark wind was blowing from the west, gently sweeping up the dead leaves on the ground, the leaves turned several times in mid-air without falling.

Jing Ao stopped, opened his ears, and listened vigilantly.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Jing Hao also sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

"There is a fighting sound ahead, it's not like a fight between a man and a beast, but two people." Jing Ao looked into the depths and whispered.

There are regulations in the field test. During the test, students cannot use various excuses to fight, provoke, or settle personal grievances. Once found, they will be disqualified.

"Who is it? Shall we go and have a look?" Jing Hao looked to the west, there was a jungle, and he couldn't see anything. He was worried that it was Hanyue.

"Go and have a look, keep your voice down, we only watch the battle." Jing Ao said.

Jing Hao nodded, then tiptoedly followed behind Jing Ao.

After walking for a while, I could vaguely hear the flute sound, which fluctuated up and down, changing endlessly, and the wind speed also changed with it.

"It's the sound of the flute, could it be Feng Feili, let's go faster." Jing Hao said in surprise, he didn't care about hiding, and rushed forward quickly.

Seeing this, Jing Ao stroked his forehead, Jing Hao was too impulsive, did he ever think about what if it wasn't Feng Feili.

The aura was so strong that birds and beasts fled away one after another, for fear of being harmed.

The leaves seemed to have turned into sharp blades, scurrying in mid-air, and many trees around them collapsed.

Wearing a black cloak, the silver mask glowed with a cold light, and the corners of the robe fluttered, cold and evil, flamboyant and arrogant, and the whole body carried the aura of a king.

And the other person, dressed in light blue, with black hair like waterfalls, holding a jasper flute in his hand, fluttering clothes, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, deserted and indifferent, with a gentle and elegant aura like jade.

The sound of the flute was constant, sometimes low, sometimes abrupt, he played the flute with his eyes closed, his face was pale, his footsteps were a little unsteady, as if he would fall down at any time.

"It's Feng Feili." Jing Hao said in shock.

Seeing countless extremely fast leaves flying towards Feng Feili, Feng Feili could only barely block it, as if a little powerless.

"Brother, what should we do now? That man seems very powerful, we must save Feng Feili quickly." Jing Hao was burning with anxiety.

Seeing that Feng Feili's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and he was still concentrating on playing the flute, he would soon be unable to hold on.

"That person is very powerful. He has already reached the peak of the sixth order." Jing Aojian rubbed his chin and thought about it. He wanted to make a move, but he didn't know where to do it. The attack of that person was almost flawless, and Feng Feili could barely defend.

"Peak of the sixth level?" Jing Hao was horrified, the eldest brother was not his opponent, what should we do?

Although he usually doesn't like Feng Feili very much, it cannot be denied that Feng Feili is extremely tolerant of him, and he is a transparent person, which makes him seem stingy.

Listening to the sound of the flute getting weaker and weaker, it is almost impossible to resist Ye Zi.

"Seventh brother, here, don't go away." After finishing speaking, Jing Ao's figure had disappeared.

With a coaxing sound, a huge group of flames gushed out, rushing into the circling leaves.