Li Hanxue, who was trapped in the mountain, was in excruciating pain and was coughing out blood.
This punch was so fatal that Li Hanxue was almost killed by one punch. If it weren't for the powerful defensive power of the Murderous Armor and the terrifying strength of the Great Wilderness Chaos Body, Li Hanxue would have died long ago.
"Holy Son Xu Tian has not yet manifested the Holy Realm, and has not used his magical powers. He almost defeated me with just one punch. Is the Holy Lord really a being that the wild warriors cannot provoke?"
"Master, get away quickly!" The Dragon-Selecting Lord exclaimed.
Li Hanxue hurriedly escaped from the mountain. As soon as she was a hundred feet away, the mountain peak immediately fell apart in a gust of wind.
Holy Son Xutian flashed his body and came to Li Hanxue, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Zhang Suoran, I didn't expect that your life is quite big. Even if the first-level saint took the punch from me just now, it may not be possible."
I can bear it. I didn't expect you to survive."
Holy Son Xutian's face was full of ridicule, and he did not forget to clap his hands at the same time: "Awesome, awesome! But you have to be more powerful. This level alone does not seem to be enough to keep you alive."
Li Hanxue had a lot of thoughts in her mind, "If I want to deal with this person, it seems I can only rely on the power of Zhilong. With my current means, I can't do anything to him."
Li Hanxue originally wanted to use the Thunder Flame Formation to ambush Holy Son Xu Tian, but this idea was rejected instantly. Because Holy Son Xu Tian was also a meditator, it was impossible for Li Hanxue to do anything to arrange the Thunder Flame Formation under the eyes of Holy Son Xu Tian.
He will be noticed the moment he enters the formation, let alone trying to lure him into the formation.
Li Hanxue's only way out now is to fight head-on and use all means to kill Holy Son Xutian.
"Zhang Ranran, just surrender and capture him, you have no way to escape."
"Don't even think about it!" Li Hanxue shouted sternly, "Zhilong, come out!"
Li Hanxue opened the storage bag, and a red shadow instantly flashed in front of Holy Son Xutian.
Holy Son Xutian stared at the red saint puppet with a look of surprise on his face, "Who are you?"
Sage Lord Choosing the Dragon said: "Servant of my lord!"
"Who is your master?"
"Holy Son Xutian, you are also a holy king after all, why would you ask such an idiot question? Is there anyone else here besides our lord, Holy Son Tianming?"
After hearing the words of Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon, Holy Son Xutian was not furious, but his eyes were full of fear and confusion: "Zhang Suoran, how come you have a slave with the strength of the Holy Realm?"
"You have nothing to do with this matter." Li Hanxue yelled, "Zhilong, don't talk nonsense to him and start killing people!"
"Yes, Master!"
The dark eyes of the red holy puppet instantly turned as red as blood, and the golden holy soul filled the entire holy puppet's body, and its power was maximized.
Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon rushed directly towards Holy Son Xutian, and his steel-hard arms struck at Holy Son Xutian's chest.
Holy Son Xutian sneered: "You and I are both Holy Kings, who is afraid of whom?"
Holy Son Xutian raised his fist and collided hard with the fist of the red holy puppet.
Bang! There was a loud noise, the cold pool below rippled, and the woods fell in pieces.
This blow had results. Holy Son Xutian fell back ten feet, his face was as gloomy as water, and his right fist was full of blood.
On the other hand, the Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon stood motionless in the distance. Obviously, in this confrontation, the Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon had the advantage.
Li Hanxue was not surprised by this result. The moment Holy Son Xutian punched, Li Hanxue expected this result.
The red holy puppet is tailor-made for high-level holy souls, and its hardness can be called abnormal. Holy Son Xutian used his physical body to fight the holy puppet head-on, and he would definitely suffer the loss.
"Zhilong, don't give him a chance to breathe!"
"Yes, Master!"
The red holy puppet was like a red storm, rolling towards Holy Son Xutian.
The body of Holy Son Xutian shrouded in red shadows flashed continuously. He also understood the power of the Holy Puppet, and did not dare to overestimate it in the slightest. He just kept avoiding the attacks of Holy Lord Choosing the Dragon.
Although Holy Son Xutian was suppressed by Holy Lord Dragon Chooser, the smile on his lips gradually grew stronger.
"Zhang Ranran, I have to say that your servant is indeed quite capable. If he were a true master of the Holy Realm, I would still be afraid of you. But after all, he is just a puppet and can't do anything to me."
The Holy Son of Xutian escaped from the red storm, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "The Holy Realm of Weakness, manifest!"
An invisible wave surged out, and the area within ten feet of Holy Son Xutian was filled with a strange power.
The moment this power manifested, Holy Son Xu Tian rushed towards Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon unscrupulously: "Puppet, let's fight again. As long as I defeat you, I will see what other tricks that kid Zhang Ranran has!"
Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon kept retreating, obviously he was afraid of Holy Son Xutian.
The Dragon-Selecting Saint is a high-level Saint, but most of his power has been blocked by Li Hanxue. His current strength is only comparable to that of a second-level Saint.
"Do you think you can run away?"
Holy Son Xutian arrived in front of the Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon in an instant, and the Weak Holy Domain directly covered the Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon.
"Puppet, let me see what's inside you?"
Holy Son Xutian grabbed the red holy puppet's right hand, his hands shook, and the power of the weak holy realm poured into the holy puppet's body crazily.
The Dragon-Selecting Lord was shocked: "The fantasy sanctuary is manifested!"
In an instant, a holy realm appeared within ten feet of the red holy puppet. The heaven and earth in the holy realm evolved into darkness, miserable wind, cold rain, and howling ghosts and wolves.
This is the fantasy sanctuary of the Dragon-Selecting Lord!
The Weakness Sanctuary and the Illusion Sanctuary overlapped each other and collided fiercely. Strings of fire and lightning were activated at the edges, bombarding them from all sides, and several of them almost hit Li Hanxue.
Li Hanxue hurriedly avoided being hit by the power of the Holy Domain. It was no joke, let alone two types of Holy Domain.
After a fierce confrontation, it was clear that the holy domain of Holy Lord Choi Long was no match for the weak holy domain of Holy Son Xutian, and the dark fantasy world gradually collapsed.
"A puppet is a puppet after all, and you can't win over me." After Holy Son of Xutian's Holy Domain suppressed the Illusionary Holy Domain, his gaze directly penetrated the Holy Puppet's body and saw the Holy Puppet's true face.
Holy Son Xutian looked shocked: "What? This puppet actually has the holy soul of a high-level holy king sealed in its body! Good guy, Zhang Ranran, you really surprised me, the secrets in you are really
Quite a few! Even high-level saints can be driven by you. It seems that the things hidden in you are far beyond my expectations. Haha, I can't wait to devour everything about you."
The Saint Monarch of the Selected Dragon was defeated and immediately sent a request for help to Li Hanxue: "Master, quickly unlock the soul mark on your subordinates and release my power. Otherwise, if this continues, we will all die in the hands of Holy Son Xutian."
Li Hanxue hesitated in his heart. If the soul mark was unlocked and Saint Lord Selecting Dragon was released and gained too much power, he would most likely break through all the marks and regain his freedom. By that time, Li Hanxue would have one more person far more powerful than Saint Xutian.
An enemy a hundred times more terrifying.
But if Li Hanxue does not unlock part of the soul imprint, the holy soul of Holy Lord Dragon-Selecting is likely to be defeated by Holy Son Xutian, and he himself will die in the hands of Holy Son Xutian.