"court death"

The Holy Lord of Dark Souls was also angry. The power of his soul surged, and a dark gray dagger in his hand directly drew an obscure dark ripple.

This jet-black ripple is extremely thin, like an extremely sharp blade, cutting through the void, exuding a heart-stopping soul aura.

The Holy Lord of Dark Souls does not believe that Zhao Feng, a mere king, can deal with the black-robed man.

It must have been the members of the Ninth Prince who joined forces to repel him, then helped Zhao Feng and defeated the black-robed man together.

On the other side, the jade-faced Confucian scholar shot out a series of platinum-lined palm shadows between his palms, cooperating with the Dark Soul Holy Lord's soul-level attacks.

call out

Zhao Feng looked at the attacks of the two men and did not dodge. As if he did not see them, he rushed directly towards the jade-faced scholar.

"Haha, I'm really looking for death."

The Dark Soul Holy Lord couldn't help but laugh sarcastically. Even an ordinary Holy Lord would not dare to ignore his soul attack.

But the complexion of the jade-faced Confucian scholar became darker.

Zhao Feng's strange behavior made him very uneasy.

How could there be such a beast tamer in the world who would take the initiative to attack the Holy Lord and actually ignore their attacks?

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of outsiders, is deliberately seeking death.

call out

That jet-black ripple struck Zhao Feng's soul. Zhao Feng instantly used his soul's will to protect his soul.

But obviously, this still cannot stop the Dark Soul Lord's attack.

Zhao Feng's soul will was scratched, and this dark ripple immediately cut into Zhao Feng's soul.

call

In an instant, countless thunder calamity brands sparkled in Zhao Feng's soul.

All the Thunder Tribulation Brands flowed within Zhao Feng's soul, gathered at the location where the dark wave blade cut it, and shattered it.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Feng seemed to have done nothing. The soul attack directed at Zhao Feng disappeared, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

"How can this be?"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord felt Zhao Feng's movement of soul will to resist his soul attack.

That soul will is very obscure and powerful, but it is impossible to resist his soul attack.

call out

Zhao Feng's speed did not slow down, and he dealt with the soul attack of the Dark Soul Holy Lord. The next moment, he directly hit the jade-faced scholar's platinum-patterned palm.

boom

The platinum pattern on the palm was shattered directly.

Zhao Feng drew out from the white light and smoke in the sky.

"not good"

The jade-faced Confucian scholar looked shocked, feeling a hint of crisis.

The attacks between him and the Dark Soul Lord were actually easily resisted by Zhao Feng.

At this time, Zhao Feng's target is exactly him

"White Jade Spirit Sealing Palm"

The jade-faced Confucian scholar hurriedly introduced several palm techniques.

At that moment, the surrounding world seemed to be plunged into a swamp, and there was even an illusion that time was being slowed down.

boom

Several golden palms of light twisted into the sky and earth, hitting Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's speed and movements suddenly froze.

Taking advantage of this gap, the jade-faced Confucian scholar moved back.

"Huh? This palm technique..."

Zhao Feng exclaimed, the palm technique used by the jade-faced scholar at this time was exactly the same as the Heavenly Palm used by Xiao Kunyun back then.

However, with the jade-faced Confucian scholar's artistic conception skills, this palm technique could not pose any threat to Zhao Feng.

boom

Zhao Feng once again activated the Holy Thunder Body, and a burst of thunder and lightning body force patterns filled the surrounding void, creating a thunderous roar.

"Dark Soul Holy Lord, what's going on?"

At this time, the jade-faced Confucian scholar immediately asked.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord's attack did not seem to have much impact on Zhao Feng.

"Hmph, leave this kid to me."

The Dark Soul Holy Lord's expression darkened, and he attacked Zhao Feng without any explanation.

This time, he won't be careless.

Zhao Feng resisted his attack so easily, which made him lose face.

At this time, Zhao Feng was also breaking away from the artistic conception seal of the jade-faced scholar's palm.

Zhao Feng looked calm as he looked at the approaching Dark Soul Holy Lord, his left eye flashing with his dreamy and blurred dark golden swamp.

"Soul confusion"

The powerful power of the dark purple soul, through Zhao Feng's eye force will, directly envelopes the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

"What a strong willpower"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was suddenly shocked. The Dark Soul Holy Lord knew that he still underestimated Zhao Feng.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was hit by Zhao Feng's pupil technique, and his body suddenly felt a little light and confused. His holy power and soul will fell into chaos and were out of control.

Zhao Feng, on the other hand, quickly passed by the Dark Soul Holy Lord and rushed towards the jade-faced scholar.

"That boy's pupil technique actually works on me."

The Dark Soul Holy Lord felt that his whole body was not in control. He watched Zhao Feng fly past him and wanted to launch an attack, but his rhythm was half a beat slower.

"What are you doing, Holy Lord of Dark Souls?"

The jade-faced Confucian scholar looked gloomy.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord actually passed by Zhao Feng, and the two did not attack each other.

If the jade-faced scholar hadn't noticed the fluctuations in Zhao Feng's pupils, he would have even thought that the Dark Soul Holy Lord was a spy hiding with the Seventh Prince.

But how could Zhao Feng's pupil technique be effective against the Dark Soul Holy Lord?

"Let the Seventh Prince admit defeat"

While the jade-faced scholar was thinking, Zhao Feng's voice sounded directly in his mind.

The jade-faced scholar suddenly felt a numbness and tingling sensation at the soul level, like thousands of thunders rushing forward.

When he regained consciousness again, a powerful Holy Thunder body came directly over him, making him feel depressed and difficulty breathing.

The jade-faced Confucian scholar had a horrified look on his face, as he intimately understood Zhao Feng's spiritual attainments.

He finally knew why the Dark Soul Saint Lord was always affected by Zhao Feng's pupil technique.

The Jade-faced Confucian immediately retreated, and a green talisman appeared in his hand. There were countless strange runes engraved on it. The powerful fluctuations of holy power shocked Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng clearly captured everything about the jade-faced scholar from beginning to end.

When the jade-faced scholar took out this blue talisman, Zhao Feng had already made preparations.

"Spiritual Thorn"

A cold golden amethyst spike shot out from Zhao Feng's bloodline left pupil, rushing into the soul level of the jade-faced scholar.

"ah"

The strong stinging pain at the soul level interrupted the jade-faced scholar's actions, and the spell was not released.

Boom bang

Zhao Feng flapped his wings and crushed him away with one punch. His terrifying physical strength directly knocked the jade-faced scholar into the city wall, where his life or death was unknown.

Then, the little thieving cat landed on Zhao Feng's shoulder, holding the green talisman in its paws, as if showing off its power.

"What?"

The Seventh Prince and others, who were fending off monsters on the steel city wall, saw the jade-faced Confucian scholar flying past. They were shocked, and then looked towards the distant place where the battle was taking place.

Holy Lord Jingfeng was entangled by members of the Ninth Prince's team, with Shi Yulei's defense being the main one. Coupled with the crowd's beating, Holy Lord Jingfeng fell into a passive situation for a while.

Jiang Hao and Lu Tianzi were surrounded by seven Sky-shaking Golden Apes.
To be continued...