Chapter 1741 Soul Absorbing

The battle was extremely chaotic, with clusters of colorful energy lights blooming in the air like fireworks, rumbling and exploding, making it hard to take it all in.

Li Hanxue knew that the party with the absolute advantage now was the Dragon Prince!

"Marshal Zhengtian, if you don't have the means to fight back, the Axe Dragon Clan will be wiped out today! The Axe Warriors below the Dragon King will only be slaughtered when facing a group of Dragon Kings."

Li Hanxue was not in a hurry to take action now. If it was not necessary, he would just stand by and watch.

After all, the life and death of Marshal Zhengtian and the Dragon Prince had nothing to do with Li Hanxue. It would be best if both sides were injured, so that Li Hanxue could take advantage of it.

Marshal Zhengtian was besieged by the four masters Xu Hao, Zou Xun, Yu Zhongshui and Wang Sha, but he showed no fear.

Thunder Wolf Dragon King did not take action, but chose to watch from the side. If he also joined the battle, Marshal Zhengtian's situation might be even more difficult.

"Zhengtian, for the sake of your status as a person, as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, commit suicide to apologize. We can spare your people."

Marshal Zhengtian sneered, "Don't you think it's ridiculous that you are still talking nonsense now?"

"Stubborn!" Zou Xun said, "Don't talk nonsense to this guy, kill him!"

"Come on!" Marshal Zhengtian shouted.

"Kill!"

The body of Wang Sha, the leader of the Rock Dragon clan, exploded with a bang, turning into a huge yellow sand dragon of a hundred feet. It opened its mouth and sucked and sprayed, and the area of ​​a thousand feet was immediately covered with rolling yellow sand.

The yellow sand condensed together in an instant, compressed to the extreme, and trapped Marshal Zhengtian in it.

"Do it!"

The leader of the Jade Dragon clan, Yu Zhongshui, pulled out the jade-colored long sword, broke through the sand layer, and hit Marshal Zhengtian's heart directly.

Marshal Zhengtian's body shook, breaking the solid sand layer. At the same time, the golden sword in his hand shook, and it collided with the jade sword!

Yu Zhongshui missed the first strike and quickly changed his moves. A ball of jade light rose like a blue-white sun, rapidly expanded at the tip of the sword, and then exploded.

Boom!

Yu Zhongshui suddenly retreated a hundred feet, his face a little pale.

Marshal Zhengtian was also blown back by the explosion. His golden armor had cracked several cracks, but he was covered with a layer of strange red gas and was not seriously injured.

Before Marshal Zhengtian could stabilize his body, Xu Hao and Zou Xun took advantage of the situation and attacked.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you! As the patriarch of the Purple Poison Dragon Clan, Zou Xun has a high level of cultivation and is an expert in using poison.

He fell from the sky, and the long purple poison halberd turned into a three-foot long. In a flash of lightning, it quickly shot down and hit Marshal Zhengtian's head.

Marshal Zhengtian's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his right fist suddenly raised and punched in the air.

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The fierce collision between the war halberd and the iron fist ended with the war halberd being blown away.

Zou Xun held the war halberd tightly and turned over to retreat. His goal had been achieved. The purple poison war halberd was covered with deadly poison. As long as a gap was cut, the poison could invade the body.

"Zhengtian, you are careless." Zou Xun looked at the fine wound on the right fist of the Grand Marshal Zhengtian and laughed in his heart.

Before the Grand Marshal Zhengtian retracted his fist, Xu Hao attacked from the lower side again.

This sneak attack was tricky and strange, and it was hard to defend against. Xu Hao's right hand turned into the body of the Beiji Dragon Clan, with dense white bones, forming a sharp bone spur comparable to that of a dragon soldier.

Puff!

This bone spur stabbed fiercely into the right arm of the Grand Marshal Zhengtian, and scarlet blood spread across the sky!

The Grand Marshal Zhengtian frowned, made a fist with his left hand, and a red light burst out, and a punch swung over from the side.

Bang!

The bone spur broke, and the fist smashed directly at Xu Hao's head.

Xu Hao reacted very quickly and quickly avoided the punch, then pulled back to his original position, wiped the wound on his face caused by the punch, and smiled: "It was a close call. Marshal Zhengtian is indeed a genius. If I had been hit by your punch just now, I would probably have to go to see the King of Hell."

The words were apparently complimenting Marshal Zhengtian, but the arrogance and ridicule in them were self-evident.

Four masters besieged one person, and two fists could not beat four hands. Even Marshal Zhengtian seemed a little flustered and difficult to deal with.

Five people fought in a mess, and Marshal Zhengtian was always exhausted. His beautiful armor had been torn into pieces and was in a mess.

The wounds on his body were one after another, his hair was disheveled, and he was very embarrassed. I don't know how many heavy blows he had suffered.

The soldiers of the Dragon Slayer Clan saw that Marshal Zhengtian was suppressed so badly, and their hearts were already half cold.

"It's over. The Grand Marshal is surrounded by four people and can't stand it alone!"

"These despicable guys are too shameless!"

Because all the Axe Warriors were fighting fiercely, no one was projecting remotely, and the millions of people in Lianyun Mountain didn't know what happened in the sky, so they could only worry.

"Did something happen at the Dragon Realm Barrier? Why hasn't the projection been shot down yet!"

Prince Long stared at the Grand Marshal Zhengtian who was fighting hard, with a smile on his face, muttering to himself: "It seems that you are just like this."

Li Hanxue thought to himself: "Three seventh-level dragon kings and one sixth-level dragon king, none of them are easy to deal with, how are you going to deal with them?"

If the Grand Marshal Zhengtian died like this, Li Hanxue would leave without saying a word.

But Li Hanxue knew that the most outstanding genius of a race would not die so easily. If he said that he had no trump card, Li Hanxue would never believe it.

After half a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the Axe Warriors were killed or injured. The masters brought by the Dragon Prince rushed into a group of Saint Lords, just like a few hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep, killing whoever they wanted.

General Yu, General Li, General Sheng and the eight deputy generals were also in great pain, and were suppressed by a group of masters.

General Yu gradually grew desperate, "We have too few Dragon Lords in the Axe Dragon Clan. The five major dragon clans are besieging us. Is God going to kill us?"

The tens of thousands of soldiers of the Axe Dragon Clan saw their companions being killed and fell into the thick clouds. They fell into deep despair.

"Marshal Zhengtian, don't resist!" Xu Hao shouted, "No matter how much you struggle, it's in vain."

Marshal Zhengtian is still fighting. His sword has never hesitated, and his eyes have never hesitated!

His heart is still as sharp as a blade!

Li Hanxue looked at all this and frowned, "What on earth is he insisting on?"

Marshal Zhengtian laughed up to the sky, "I will kill the four of you first, and use your blood to sacrifice the unyielding soul of my axe warriors!"

After that, a ball of red light suddenly burst out from Marshal Zhengtian's body, and red balls emerged from the corpses that kept falling in the air. These balls formed streams of light and quickly drilled into Marshal Zhengtian's body.

Li Hanxue was shocked, "Marshal Zhengtian is absorbing the residual souls of the dead!"

The residual soul entered the body, and in an instant, all the wounds of Marshal Zhengtian healed rapidly, and his breath increased several times in an instant! The phantom of a red armor on his body gradually solidified, and the red airflow was like a blazing flame, complementing the red armor and burning fiercely.

Marshal Zhengtian's eyes were red, he stood straight, clenched his fists, like a demon god, standing in the crowd of thousands of troops!