Chapter 1444: Death of Ning Zhefeng

Jiang Xuan immediately shouted: "Xiao Zi!"

The little purple dragon flew over, landed on Jiang Xuan's shoulder, turned into a ball of purple light, and condensed into a purple-gold armor. The fighting spirit on his body soared several times in an instant!

The flute player also felt the increase in Jiang Xuan's strength. He controlled the eagle and glided down, with two groups of spiritual energy rising from his arms.

"I'll fight him!"

Jiang Xuan used his body shape and stabbed the eagle under the flute player with his sword.

This eagle is a fourth-level beast with extremely high wisdom. It felt the death threat from the Dragon Sword, and immediately spread its wings and flew directly to the sky!

"Ouch!"

The little purple dragon let out a dragon roar!

Hearing this dragon roar, the eagle's body trembled suddenly, and he instinctively felt a trace of fear.

It rolled its eyes and fell directly to the ground.

"It's actually the Dragon Clan!"

The expression of the flute player changed, and when he was about to hit the ground, he stepped directly on the back of the eagle with his soles, and his body flew backwards.

Jiang Xuan chased after him and slashed down with his sword.

The flute player's skill was strong, and the iron flute in his hand moved towards the Dragon Sword, and a dazzling light extended from the long flute.

A huge force from the Shenlong Sword was suppressed, causing the flute player's arms to feel numb, and his body quickly fell to the ground.

He had a cultivation level at the ninth level of the Lingzu Realm, but he felt that Jiang Xuan's sword was more powerful than him.

"Bang!"

The flute player's body fell back to the ground, and half of his body was pressed into the soil by the dragon sword.

Jiang Xuandao: "Now you should understand who killed whom, right?"

"Hmph! It's too early to say the outcome now."

The martial arts cultivation of the flute player is naturally very strong, and he is the genius among the younger generation of the indigenous people.

He once killed three outstanding students from Chenwu Academy with one person, and chased Lu Jinyao and four others for hundreds of miles.

If Jiang Xuan hadn't appeared, Lu Jinyao and others would have died in the psychedelic jungle.

At this time, spores sprouted from the skin of the flute player, turning into branches and leaves. The "power of earth" and "power of wood" flowed through his body, as if he had transformed into a tree man!

Those branches grew out of his body, and the branches and leaves wrapped around his body!

"This is the breath of Qingxuan wood!"

Jiang Xuan's brows suddenly frowned.

At this time, the backbone of the flute player turned into a tree trunk ten feet high, sprouted lush leaves, and turned into a green Qingxuan tree. Rays of light flowed on the trunk, and a light rain fell.

"That's right! This is my natal Qingxuan tree!"

The flute player's fingers were changing the seals, and as soon as he pointed out a branch, he chopped it towards Jiang Xuan.

"Bang!"

The thick branch struck the purple-gold dragon armor, causing a loud noise and knocking Jiang Xuan back to the ground.

"Unexpectedly, these indigenous residents actually fused their flesh and blood bodies with the Qingxuan tree and borrowed the power of the Qingxuan tree to fight."

When he was young, the bones in the flute player's body were shaved off and the Qingxuan tree was used to shape his bones. He became a half-tree man and could use the power of the Qingxuan tree.

Jiang Xuan used the power of his blood to twist off all the branches, his body turned into an afterimage, and stabbed the flute player with his sword.

"Bang!"

The dragon sword pierced the trunk of the Qingxuan tree, but it did not hit the body of the flute player. It was obvious that the flute player used some secret method to escape Jiang Xuan's fatal sword.

The body of the flute player suddenly appeared from the tree trunk. He held the iron flute and struck Jiang Xuan's heart.

"Things have changed and stars have changed!"

A whirlpool formed on Jiang Xuan's chest,

Circles of spiritual energy flowed, forming a huge ripple suspended in the air, counterattacking Tie Xiao's power.

A muffled sound came from the mouth of the flute player, and he was injured by this counterattack of spiritual power, and his body was almost separated from the Qingxuan tree.

"hold head high!"

Jiang Xuan let out a dragon roar from his mouth, and the sound waves condensed into a golden dragon, which hit the flute player and sent him flying away.

After a successful blow, Jiang Xuan would naturally not give the flute player another chance to counterattack!

Jiang Xuan swung his sword again, and the sword blade slashed across the left shoulder of the flute player, splitting the flute player's robe and bringing up a bloody mist!

"ah!"

A huge wound ten centimeters long was opened on the flute player's shoulder, extending from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen. He was almost disemboweled by Jiang Xuan!

"Hmph! You are lucky today. I will kill you next time."

The flute player endured the great pain and fled back to the jungle. His body merged with the trees in the jungle and soon disappeared.

Jiang Xuan spread out his footwork and pursued him.

"Roar!"

However, at this moment, a five-foot-tall spiritual beast rushed out from the jungle, let out a loud roar, and attacked Jiang Xuan's chest with a pair of claws.

Jiang Xuan cut off the spirit beast's head with a sword and wanted to continue chasing the flute player, but the flute player had already disappeared from the jungle.

At this time, the jungle began to commotion again, and the roars of spiritual beasts were heard. Apparently many spiritual beasts were running in this direction.

"These indigenous people actually have the ability to summon spiritual beasts. It seems that they can't catch up with him this time."

Jiang Xuan did not catch up rashly.

The psychedelic jungle has long been occupied by Chenwu Academy. The appearance of a flute player in the psychedelic jungle is not a normal thing in itself.

Who knows if there are other indigenous high spirits in the psychedelic jungle?

hand?

"Bang!"

Then, the armor on Jiang Xuan disappeared and turned into a small purple dragon.

Jiang Xuan returned and met Lu Jinyao, Wu Hejin and Tang Baiwei.

"Let's leave here first." Jiang Xuandao.

In the jungle, the roars and running sounds of spiritual beasts could be heard.

The four people quickly fled this dangerous area and fled until they were a hundred miles away before they stopped at a small lake.

The spirit beast behind him had also been shaken off at this time, and he was safe for the time being.

Wu Hejin sat down directly on the ground, breathing heavily. He murmured: "It's not normal, this is too abnormal. How could such a powerful indigenous warrior appear in the psychedelic jungle?"

"It's not easy for us to save a life this time."

Tang Baiwei's face turned a little pale. She sat cross-legged under a bamboo, circulating her spiritual energy to recover the injuries in her body.

"Eh? Look, there's a body in the lake!"

Suddenly, Wu Hejin screamed strangely and pointed to the center of the lake not far away.

Jiang Xuan stretched out a finger, and a spiritual energy overflowed from the fingertip, condensing a spiritual energy rope several meters long, and restrained the body in the center of the lake.

This is a young man. The blood on his body has not completely cooled down yet, and his throat has a mark cut by a sharp blade.

"This man's swordsmanship is very strong."

When Jiang Xuan saw the fatal wound on the man's neck, his pupils shrank and he said slowly.

"Ning Zhefeng!" Wu Hejin recognized the body.

Jiang Xuandao: "Senior Wu, do you know him?"

Wu Hejin nodded and said: "He is also a student of Chenwu Academy, and he went into the psychedelic jungle with us to do the mission. But this guy is really unloyal. When we were seriously injured one by one, he chose to escape alone, but I didn’t expect to die here.”