Chapter 795 Devastated!

Almost at the same time, Li Cunxiao waved his other hand casually, and the Bi Yan Lao was like a spirit snake coming out of its body, with a sharp sound of breaking through the wind, and went straight to Wen Chou.

Seeing this, Wen Chou instinctively thrust out his spear in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

However, the Bi Yan Lao in Li Cunxiao's hand seemed to have a spirit. It easily avoided the spear and went around to Wen Chou's ribs. The iron pen was like a sword and suddenly stabbed in.

"Pfft!"

Chou's body was pierced by Bi Yanlao, blood gushed out, staining his battle robe red.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the bloody hole on his chest in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that all this happened so quickly and so suddenly.

His body suddenly became weak, and he allowed himself to slowly fall down on his horse. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into dead silence.

Yan Liang and Wen Chou, two capable generals of the Yuan family, were turned into two corpses on the battlefield in the blink of an eye by Li Cunxiao. Their deaths were so miserable that it was unbearable to watch. However, Li Cunxiao seemed to have done something insignificant, and there was no expression on his face.

There was dead silence on the battlefield. Everyone was shocked speechless by this sudden change. The morale of Yuan's army instantly plummeted to the bottom.

On the other side, Yuan Shao watched Yuan Hong die at the hands of Li Cunxiao, and the grief and despair in his heart surged like a tide.

He roared, trying to break through the obstruction of the soldiers around him and rush to avenge Yuan Hong.

Yuan Shao, who had realized that he was in a dead end, had bloodshot eyes and a distorted face. He had completely lost the calmness and composure he usually had as a child of a noble family.

"Yuan Hong! My brother!"

Yuan Shao's voice was hoarse and filled with endless sorrow. He struggled but ultimately failed to break free from the obstruction of his soldiers.

The personal guards around him held him tightly, not letting him die. At this moment, Yuan Shao had already lost his mind, and rushing forward would only be a futile sacrifice.

The battlefield fell into a brief silence, with only the neighing of war horses and the sound of flying dust, which seemed particularly harsh.

The soldiers in Yuan's army stared at Yuan Hong's body with dull eyes. He was once the god of war in their hearts, but now he was lying quietly in a pool of blood, without a trace of life.

Yuan Hong’s death means that the Yuan family has lost its last pillar.

However, in this silence, Yuan Shao suddenly straightened his back, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, as if he had made some important decision.

"Men of the Yuan family, listen to my orders!"

Although Yuan Shao's voice was hoarse, it was extremely firm. He looked around, his eyes full of determination.

"No one in the Yuan family has ever been afraid of death! Today, it's nothing more than death, fight to the death!"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the grief and anger in his heart, and then roared loudly.

When the crisis was imminent and the family was at its end, Yuan Shao, one of the more outstanding young people in the former Yuan family,

In the end, he still showed his potential as a powerful ruler in the late Han Dynasty, who swallowed up Hebei, owned half of the country, and dominated the world.

"kill!"

Following Yuan Shao's final order, the Yuan family guards around him once again rushed towards the Flying Tiger Cavalry under Li Cunxiao.

They knew that this was a battle of life and death, but having benefited greatly from the Yuan family for generations, they had no way out!
Shouts of killing were heard again on the battlefield. Yuan Shao took the lead, holding a long sword, and rushed towards Li Cunxiao. His eyes were full of determination and hatred, as if he wanted to vent all his grief and anger on Li Cunxiao.

He knew very well that his strength was far inferior to that of Li Cunxiao, who could kill Yuan Hong alone, but he still rushed forward without hesitation. At this point, the only thing left was death!

It’s true that Yuan Shao was afraid of death, but after being forced into a desperate situation, he also had the courage to make one last fight!

Facing Yuan Shao who suddenly rose up and rushed towards him, Li Cunxiao just curled the corners of his mouth into a sneer.

Then he gently raised the Yuwang Spear in his hand. When Yuan Shao's sword approached, Li Cunxiao just swung it casually, and the bronze Yuwang Spear collided with the long sword.

With a clang sound, Yuan Shao's sword broke instantly and sword fragments flew everywhere.

King Yu's spear easily shattered the long sword, and then continued forward, aiming straight at Yuan Shao's chest.

Yuan Shao only felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.

He rolled in the air, blood spurted out of his mouth and splashed on his battle robe, looking particularly dazzling.

However, even so, Yuan Shao still did not give up.

He endured the severe pain, climbed up slightly, and rushed towards Li Cunxiao again.

But Li Cunxiao had already lost his patience. He snorted coldly, and swung the King Yu's Spear suddenly, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight at Yuan Shao's head.

Yuan Shao only felt a flash before his eyes, and then an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the Yuwang Spear that was getting closer and closer in disbelief, his heart filled with despair.

"boom!"

King Yu's spear hit Yuan Shao hard, making a deafening roar.

Yuan Shao's body was smashed to pieces in an instant, and blood spilled like rain, dyeing the surrounding land red.

The soldiers in Yuan's army looked at Yuan Shao's body and felt numb in their hearts. Yuan Shao's death meant that the Yuan family was completely finished.

However, even so, none of them retreated. Instead, they continued to rush towards the Flying Tiger Cavalry, using their lives to defend the last dignity of the Yuan family.

At the same time, the Flying Tiger Cavalry, led by Xiong Kuohai, launched a massacre against the last remaining forces of the Yuan family and those aristocratic families in Yanzhou.

Qiao Shefei, who had been following the Flying Tiger Cavalry, was also standing on a high ground behind Li Cunxiao and his men, staring wide-eyed at the figure in the center of the battlefield.

Li Cunxiao, a young and inexperienced general, was like an ancient god descending to earth at this moment. He exuded a strong and condensed aura from his whole body. Even Qiao Shefei, who had already been promoted to a god of war, was frightened by his aura.

Yuan Hong is a powerful general who is famous in Yanzhou, has an extremely strong and condensed aura, and is much stronger than himself.

But at this moment, he was as fragile as a child under Li Cunxiao's command, and died directly at the hands of this young general.

Qiao Shefei's mood went from initial amazement to numbness, and in the end, he had only one thought left: Fortunately, this animal is one of his own!
Otherwise, once he thought of this terrifying God of War as his opponent, if he met him on the battlefield, he would not even be sure if he had the courage to draw his sword against him!
He was dug out by Meng Zhang from among millions of Yellow Turban troops, and he had experienced the decisive battle between the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou and the Daqian army.

But he had never seen such terrifying fighting power, and the oppressive feeling from Li Cunxiao made him almost breathless.

"Where on earth did this monster Li Cunxiao come from? How come there was no news about him before?"

Qiao Shefei muttered to himself, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)