Rui Shi's cry for help made the nerves of everyone present tense, and they were enough to be called an elder by Rui Shi, almost all of whom were saints.

Sure enough, when Rui Shi's voice fell, a pitch-black light flashed, directly shattering Sun Shengyang's Qi Tian Stick Array.

The pitch-black smoke firmly wrapped Rui Shi in it, and flew into the air, and a pitch-black figure slowly appeared in the originally empty sky.

A black robe flashed, and the body bubbling with black gas exuded a strange aura, looking at Lu Feng and the others condescendingly, a disdainful smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

"Rubbish! I can't do such a small thing. What do you want?"

The black robe's eyes froze, and he turned his head to look at Rui Shi in front of him, a cold and gloomy voice came out, and Rui Shi in front of him trembled, and there was constant fear in his heart.

Before Rui Shi could open his mouth to beg for mercy, the black-robed man raised his arm and waved it forward, a puff of black smoke drifted by, accompanied by a miserable scream, Rui Shi's body directly turned into nothingness.

This scene made Lu Feng and the others tremble when they saw it, and an emperor turned into nothingness so lightly, as if he had never appeared.

After the black-robed man killed Rui Shi, as if he had pinched an ant to death, his eyes turned to Lu Feng, his strange face, and there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

"Lu Feng?"

The black-robed man's gaze was fixed on Lu Feng, and he slowly floated to Lu Feng's body a few feet in front of him, and after standing still, he looked at Lu Feng and said slowly.

Hearing this, Lu Feng did not have any fear, regardless of the persuasion of Sun Shengyang and Huang Ming around him, he slowly stepped forward, looked at the black-robed man without humility or arrogance, and said.

"That's right. ”

"Haha, okay, it's really a hero out of a young man, my name is Dark Art, but I am the seventh elder of the Dark Soul Pavilion, I was ordered to come here and destroy the Lu family, I don't know, what is your opinion?"

The dark art laughed, looked at Lu Feng with some admiration, and then, his expression changed, he looked at Lu Feng with some gloom, and said evilly.

"Haha, the seventh elder has said so, what can the kid say, it's just that it may disappoint the elder, and if you want to destroy the Lu family, then step over my corpse. ”

When Lu Feng heard this, he also laughed, and his aura soared, and he stood proudly in front of the dark arts, and the stars in the sky became even more shining.

At Lu Feng's signal, all the members of the Lu family around him retreated, only Sun Shengyang and Huang Ming stood firmly behind Lu Feng, watching the dark arts.

Seeing this, the dark art no longer hesitated, and slowly raised his hands, bursts of black smoke floated up, condensed into arrows, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and countless evil spirits rushed towards Lu Feng and the others.

Lu Feng and the others hurriedly dodged, the Chenxing Sword kept waving, and the three of them formed an encirclement to enclose the dark arts, and the corners of the dark arts smiled disdainfully.

In the face of the actions of the three people, they didn't care at all, and with the cultivation of the dark art saint, they naturally didn't care about the three people who cultivated the Xuanhuang Emperor.

Behind him, Sun Shengyang brandished the Monkey Sky Stick, and struggled towards the dark art, and the dark figure flashed, directly dodging Sun Shengyang's attack.

Suddenly appeared behind Sun Shengyang, and under one palm, Sun Shengyang was knocked back a few feet, with a faint blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the dark art with some horror.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being a saint, and the subsequent blow was something that the Xuanhuang level could not face, Huang Ming took advantage of this opportunity to exude a strong heroic righteousness around his body.

The aura of the dark art was firmly restrained, causing the dark art to raise his eyebrows, and he looked at Huang Ming with some surprise, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Haoran Righteousness - Demon Punishment!"

Huang Ming roared, milky white light flashed, and a fierce and astonishing attack rushed towards the dark arts, and Huang Ming followed closely.

The Soul Splitting Spear exuded a strong murderous aura, and when the dark arts saw this, they didn't dare to confront Haoran's righteous qi, and raised their hands to their chests, forming a strong black barrier.

The Demon Punishment attack was in front of the Dark Arts, and after knocking the Dark Magic back a few steps, before the Dark Arts could react, Huang Ming's Soul Splitting Spear followed.

Pierced in the chest of the dark art, black smoke rose and wrapped Huang Ming in it, Huang Ming saw this, and secretly said: Not good.

Hurriedly withdrew the Soul Splitting Spear and dodged it from a distance, the dark art in front looked at Huang Ming with some annoyance, and the blood on the corner of his mouth made the dark magic angry.

His Xuan Sheng's cultivation was actually injured by a hairy boy in the Xuan Emperor realm, which made the dark art face very disgraced, and he jumped with both feet and flew towards Huang Ming.

"Golden Eyes!"

Suddenly, a sound not far away made the dark art flying in mid-air suddenly stop, and the black smoke around it seemed to have solidified.

I saw that Sun Shengyang, who had been hiding not far away, had golden light shining in his eyes, his body was trembling constantly, and the blood that had been slightly coagulated at the corner of his mouth flowed out again.

After an instant, the dark arts' eyes flashed, and some incredible eyes looked at Sun Shengyang, although it was only for a few breaths of time.

But being able to imprison a saint in the realm of Xuanhuang is already an incredible martial art, looking at Sun Shengyang in front of him spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at the dark art with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

A hint of bad premonition appeared in the dark magic's heart, and then he glanced at it and felt a powerful force coming towards him behind him.

The dark magic didn't have time to dodge, so he could only turn around and resist, and with a 'boom', the body of the dark magic was knocked back several feet, and the black robe was stained with blood.

"Xuanxing Tribulation - Destroying the World!"

Without giving the dark arts a chance to react at all, the Xuanxing Tribulation resurfaced, and the powerful Xuanxing Tribulation slashed towards the dark arts through the amplification of the Chenxing Sword.

Just now, Sun Shengyang and Huang Ming were constantly harassing the dark arts, so as to give Lu Feng time to gather strength, especially Sun Shengyang's golden eyes.

Let the dark art ignore the power of the rising stars around him, and when the dark magic reacts, Lu Feng's gathering force has also been completed.

First, a sky shattered, directly repelling the dark arts, and then the world-destroying slash did not hesitate to cast it and hit the dark magic head-on.

Dark Shu looked at the powerful sword qi in front of him, his eyes froze, and his hands quickly condensed the handprint in front of him, and condensed into a golem behind him.

"Demon Dance!"

The front and body of the dark art were wrapped in thick black smoke, and the figure disappeared into the darkness, and the world-destroying slash slammed into the black mist.

There was no sound, which made Lu Feng above feel bad, due to the continuous super martial arts, the situation in Lu Feng's body was not very good.

His eyes were firmly looking at the black mist in front of him, his brows were furrowed, and Huang Ming and Sun Shengyang in other directions were also watching, and at this moment, a gloomy voice behind Lu Feng sounded.

"Are you looking for me?"

The voice sounded in Lu Feng's ears, making Lu Feng shudder, and he wanted to dodge in an instant, but it was too late, the figure of the dark art appeared, and a pitch-black palm struck Lu Feng's back.

'Poof-'

Lu Feng spat blood from his mouth and fell forward, Zhang Ping'er in the courtyard saw this, his figure flashed, caught Lu Feng firmly, and looked at Lu Feng, who was seriously injured in his arms.

Zhang Ping'er frowned, turned her head to look at the dark arts, and wanted to step forward to attack, but was firmly grasped by Lu Feng in her arms.

Although Zhang Ping'er's strength is not weak now, it is not much stronger than Lu Feng. Lu Feng and the three of them were not opponents of dark arts, and Zhang Ping'er naturally stepped forward to be of no use.

Sun Shengyang and Huang Ming's figures also flashed, and they came to Lu Feng's body, protecting Lu Feng behind him, and the blow just now made the meridians in Lu Feng's body disordered.

The figure of the dark art slowly floated in front of the three of them, looking at the people in front of them with disdain, his lips opened slightly, and he said slowly.

"I have to say, I underestimate you a little, at the level of the Xuan Emperor, you are very strong, you can make me hurt, you are proud enough. ”

Dark Art looked at Lu Feng and the others and nodded slightly, feeling the slight scars on his body, and Dark Art also admired Lu Feng a little.

Being able to injure a saint at the level of the Xuan Emperor, the strength of Lu Feng and the others is indeed not weak. If Lu Feng is not surnamed Lu, perhaps, the dark art will want to win over Lu Feng.

Hearing the words of the dark arts, Lu Feng and the others did not reply, but continued to work hard to repair their injuries in their bodies, and they could take a breath.

"Kaede-chan. ”

Suddenly, a weak voice sounded in Lu Feng's heart, which caused Lu Feng to be startled, and asked in his heart: "Uncle Ao?"

The person who spoke was none other than Lu Ao, and since he left the Burial God Lake, Lu Ao had not spoken again, on the one hand, to prevent being perceived by other saints.

On the other hand, they were also worried about the intervention of the Ancient Flood Desolation Realm, and with the existence of Lu Ao's soul, they would not be able to accept the attack of the Saint or the Flood Desolation Realm at all.

"I have a way to help you repel the saints of the Dark Soul Pavilion. ”

Lu Ao's words were amazing, making Lu Feng's body tremble, and he secretly glanced at the dark technique in front of him, and then asked Lu Ao in his heart.

"What does Uncle Ao think?"

"Let go of your spirit, I want to borrow your body, I am only a soul existence now, although it is not enough to kill the saint, but it is enough to seriously injure him.

After I seriously injured him, these brothers of yours should be enough to kill him, Xiao Feng, the Lu family can look like this, and I am also very content.

Thank you for being able to take me out of the Burial God Lake, I didn't expect that I would have a chance to return to the mainland, and I am also content. ”

Originally, hearing Lu Ao's words, Lu Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and he reined in his spiritual aura to the lowest level, and completely let go of his consciousness to Lu Ao.

But Lu Ao's next sentence shocked Lu Feng's heart, his spiritual aura soared, and he hurriedly occupied his consciousness, and a trace of bad premonition appeared in his heart.

Listening to Lu Ao's words, he obviously felt that the death will in Lu Ao's heart was extremely strong, as if he was ready to die.

Although I don't know if Lu Ao has any way to damage the dark arts, if it is conditional on Lu Ao's fall, the price is too great.

"Uncle Ao, you still have to watch the rise of the Lu family, this is just a saint, don't bother you to do it. ”

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he no longer listened to Lu Ao's words, and stood up with difficulty, his eyes were full of unyielding will and arrogance, looking at the dark arts.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth smiled disdainfully, in the eyes of the dark arts, the actions of Lu Feng and the others were nothing more than desperate struggles.