"Look for death!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was also furious, his soul power surged, and a dark gray short sword in his hand directly drew a faint pitch-black ripple.

This pitch-black ripple, extremely thin, like an incomparably sharp blade, slashed through the void, exuding a palpitating soul aura.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord doesn't believe it, Zhao Feng is the king of the district, and he can solve the black-robed people.

It must have been the members of the Nine Emperor Princes who teamed up to defeat him after helping Zhao Feng and defeating the black-robed man.

On the other side, between the palms of the jade-faced Confucian Sheng, a series of platinum veined palm shadows were struck, cooperating with the attack of the Dark Soul Holy Lord's soul level.

Woohoo!

Zhao Feng looked at the attack of the two, did not dodge, as if he didn't see it, and rushed directly towards the jade-faced Confucian Sheng!

"Hehe, I'm really looking for death!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord couldn't help but sneer, even if it was an ordinary Holy Lord, he didn't dare to ignore his soul attack directly.

But the complexion of the jade-faced Confucian became even deeper.

Zhao Feng's strange behavior made him very uneasy in his heart.

How could there be such a beast tamer in the world, not to mention taking the initiative to attack the Holy Lord, but actually ignoring the attacks of the two of them.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of outsiders, is a deliberate attempt to seek death.

Shout!

That pitch-black ripple, the moment of Zhao Feng's soul, Zhao Feng instantly used his soul will to protect his soul.

But obviously, this can't stop the attack of the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

Zhao Feng's soul will was cut, and this pitch-black ripple immediately cut towards Zhao Feng's soul.

Whoop!

In an instant, within Zhao Feng's soul, countless thunder tribulation imprints shone up.

All the Thunder Tribulation Marks flowed within Zhao Feng's soul, gathering at the location cut by the pitch-black wave blade and shattering it.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Feng didn't seem to have done anything, and the soul attack that was drawn towards Zhao Feng disappeared, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

"How is this possible?"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord sensed that Zhao Feng was using his soul will to resist his soul attack.

That soul will was very subtle and powerful, but it was impossible to resist his soul attack.

Shout!

Zhao Feng's speed did not decrease, and he solved the soul attack of the Dark Soul Holy Lord, and the next moment, it directly hit the platinum vein palm shadow of the jade-faced Confucian Sheng.

Rumble!

The white gold veined palm shadow is directly shattered.

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

"Not good!"

The jade-faced Confucian student's face was shocked, and he felt a trace of crisis.

The attack between him and the Dark Soul Holy Lord was actually easily resisted by Zhao Feng.

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

"White Jade Sealed Spirit Palm!"

The jade-faced Confucian was in a hurry and launched several palm techniques.

At that moment, the nearby world seemed to be stuck in a swamp and quagmire, and there was even an illusion that time was slowed down.

Rumble!

Several golden light palms, twisted, fell into heaven and earth, and hit Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's speed and movements suddenly froze.

With the help of this gap time, the jade-faced Confucian moved backwards.

"Huh? This is ...... the palm."

Zhao Feng sighed lightly, the palm technique performed by the jade-faced Confucian at this time was exactly the same as the 'Heavenly Sealing Palm' used by Xiao Kunyun back then.

However, with the artistic conception skills of the jade-faced Confucian, this palm technique did not pose any threat to Zhao Feng.

Rumble!

Zhao Feng once again activated the Holy Thunder Body, and a thunderbolt body force pattern filled the surrounding void, producing a thunderclap roar.

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

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

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

"Hmph, this kid, leave it to me!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord's face sank, and without explanation, he attacked Zhao Feng.

This time, he won't be careless.

His attack was resisted by Zhao Feng so lightly, which made him shameless.

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

Zhao Feng's face was calm, and he looked at the Dark Soul Holy Lord who was attacking, his left eye flashing with his dreamy dark gold gloom.

"Soul Confusion!"

The powerful power of the Dark Purple Soul, through Zhao Feng's pupil power will, directly shrouded the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

"What a strong pupil will!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was suddenly shocked, and 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 he suddenly felt that his body was a little light and confused, and his holy power and soul will fell into chaos and were uncontrollable.

And Zhao Feng slashed past the Dark Soul Holy Lord and rushed towards the jade-faced Confucian Sheng.

"That kid's pupil technique actually worked on me!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord felt that his whole body was not obeying, and he watched Zhao Feng fly past him, wanting to attack, but the rhythm was half a beat slower.

"What are you doing, Dark Soul Lord?"

The jade-faced Confucian had a gloomy complexion.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord actually passed by Zhao Feng, and between the two, there was no attack on each other.

If it weren't for the jade-faced Confucian who noticed Zhao Feng's pupil power fluctuations, he would even think that the Dark Soul Holy Lord was a spy hidden on the side of the Seven Princes.

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

"Let the Seven Princes admit defeat!"

Just as the jade-faced Confucian was thinking, Zhao Feng's voice sounded directly in his mind.

The jade-faced Confucian suddenly felt that the soul level was like ten thousand thunders rushing, and there was a paralysis and stinging pain.

When he regained his consciousness again, a powerful Thunder physique directly crushed him, making him feel depressed and unable to breathe.

The jade-faced Confucian looked frightened, and he intimately experienced Zhao Feng's soul attainments.

He finally knew why the Dark Soul Holy Lord had fallen for Zhao Feng's pupil technique.

The jade-faced Confucian immediately retreated, and a cyan spell immediately appeared in his hand, on which countless strange runes were depicted, and the powerful holy power fluctuated, which made Zhao Feng shocked.

However, from beginning to end, Zhao Feng clearly captured the situation of the jade-faced Confucian in his eyes.

When the jade-faced Confucian took out this cyan spell, Zhao Feng had already made preparations.

"Spirit Thorn!"

From the left pupil of Zhao Feng's bloodline, a cold golden amethyst spike burst out, rushing into the soul level of the jade-faced Confucian student.

"Ahh

The strong sting at the soul level interrupted the action of the jade-faced Confucian Sheng, and the spell was not released.

Bang!

Zhao Feng flapped his wings and crushed it with a punch, and with his terrifying physical strength, he directly knocked the jade-faced Confucian into the city wall, and his life and death were unknown.

Then, the little thief cat landed on Zhao Feng's shoulder, holding the cyan charm on his paws, as if he was showing off his might.

"What?"

The Seven Princes and the others, who were resisting the demon beasts on the steel city wall, directly saw the jade-faced Confucian flying past them, and their hearts were shocked, and then they looked at the battle place in the distance.

The Holy Lord of Shocking Blade was entangled by the members of the Nine Emperor Princes, among which Shi Yulei's defense was the mainstay, coupled with the siege of everyone, the Holy Lord of Shocking Blade also fell into a passive situation for a while.

Jiang Hao and Lu Tianzi were surrounded by seven sky-shaking golden apes.

After the successful silk raid of the Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly just now, the two of them gradually fell into a weak position.

Then the one who blasted the jade-faced Confucian student into the air could only be Zhao Feng.

"Ah, Zhao Feng, I killed you!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord roared angrily.

Zhao Feng actually killed the jade-faced Confucian in front of him, what a shame.

"Humph!"

Zhao Feng snorted coldly and turned to look at the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

After solving the brains of the Seven Princes team, there will be no variables in the future.

"Wind and thunder!"

In Zhao Feng's left pupil, an astonishing pupil power flame sprout emerged, and the purple gold luster flowed, flashing a trace of dark gold thunder tribulation.

PoofBoom –

A completely transparent dark thunder fire, with the aura of destroying the thunder tribulation, bombarded and raged on the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

The Dark Soul Holy Lord felt that there were ten thousand thunder calamities bombarding his body, and the soul pupil fire that was integrated into the thunder tribulation was still burning and spreading.

But after all, the Dark Soul Holy Lord is a Holy Lord who is good at the soul system, and he has a holy body, whether it is a soul or a body, and his resistance to wind, thunder, and pupil fire is very strong.

The moment he recovered, he directly swiped the gray short sword in his hand, trying to interrupt Zhao Feng's attack.

I saw that one after another, extremely thin pitch-black wave blades pierced through the void and slashed towards Zhao Feng from all directions.

Rumble!

In the face of the Dark Soul Holy Lord's all-out attack, Zhao Feng's soul will suddenly bombarded out, carrying infinite thunder and lightning, colliding with the Dark Soul Holy Lord's attack.

The appearance of Zhao Feng's soul will made the people present at the battle feel that at the soul level, thunder and lightning roared constantly, and their hearts trembled.

"This, this is Zhao Feng's soul will?"

Jiang Hao, who was still fighting hard with the Heaven-Shaking Golden Ape, couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"It's so strong, could it really be that Zhao Feng solved the black-robed man by himself?"

Lu Tianzi's heart was shocked, and the soul will displayed by Zhao Feng at this time was not even weaker than that of the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

Call!

At the moment when Zhao Feng's soul will appeared, beside him, the crystal green cloud silkworm immortal butterfly suddenly flashed transparent wings, a translucent colored pollen, forming a gorgeous whirlwind, and swept towards the Dark Soul Saint Chairman.

"It's not good, my Xuanguang Holy Power and Soul!"

Faced with the large area of pollen of the Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly, the Dark Soul Holy Lord could not avoid it.

The pollen of the Cloud Silkworm Immortal Butterfly penetrates the material soul level and has a certain effect on the Xuanguang Holy Lord.

Shout!

After the colorful dream pollen posed a certain threat to the Dark Soul Holy Lord, Zhao Feng's figure flashed and appeared in front of the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

"Shadow Impact!"

As Zhao Feng approached, the Dark Soul Holy Lord sneered, and the Holy Lord-level soul will turned into a group of pitch-black ghosts, and suddenly rushed out.

Obviously, the Colorful Dream Pollen had very little impact on the Dark Soul Holy Lord, and he was deliberately waiting for Zhao Feng to approach.

"Humph!"

Zhao Feng snorted coldly, and in the face of the Dark Soul Holy Lord's soul attack, regardless of it, he punched domineeringly and blasted out directly.

At the soul level, Zhao Feng's Thunder Soul Body, the Thunder Tribulation Brand shone again, and the Soul Will Secret Technique of the Dark Soul Holy Lord was defeated, and some of the remaining Soul Will impacted and bombarded Zhao Feng's Thunder Soul Body, causing very limited damage.

Rumble!

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was hit by Zhao Feng's punch, and his body smashed to the ground.

"How is it possible? Resist my soul attack again!"

The Dark Soul Holy Lord was possessed by the Holy Body, and Zhao Feng punched him, causing little damage to him.

However, Zhao Feng's soul attainment really shocked the Dark Soul Saint Lord's heart, although his 'Silver Soul Impact' was not the most complete state.

Whoop!

When the Dark Soul Holy Lord smashed to the ground, Zhao Feng came to him, and his fists carried the infinite Saint Thunder Physique, blasting out again!

"Ah......h

The Dark Soul Holy Lord suddenly screamed again and again.

Being good at the soul realm and life level is naturally the shortcoming of the Dark Soul Holy Lord.

"It's over!"

Zhao Feng's thunderous voice shocked everyone's souls on the battlefield.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent!

And the screams of the Dark Soul Holy Lord are even clearer!