Call of the Heroes of Chaos in Another World

Chapter 2717 The Beast God's Ferocious Power is Unparalleled; Cunxiao Rides Alone on His Flying

Chapter 2717 The Beast God's Ferocious Power is Unparalleled; Cunxiao Rides Alone on His Flying Horse

"kill!"

With a roar, Jiang Hou's warhorse charged out like an arrow, and the Heavenly Fiend Blade was raised high. The blood-red streak on the blade left a dark red trail in the air, like a river of blood hanging upside down in the sky.

Ma Sui gritted his teeth and raised his spear to block, unleashing the bloodlust on the spear shaft to its fullest extent. The silver spear turned dark red, and the point of malevolent energy condensed at the spear tip shone as brightly as a blood diamond.

boom!

When the two weapons collided, a loud bang, like a thunderclap, followed. Ma Sui's spear shaft broke off, and half of the spearhead spun out and embedded itself in the soil beside him.

He was thrown off his horse by the terrifying force, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, and his chest armor cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

Zhang Guifang's gun arrived at that moment. Having activated the secret technique, Zhang Guifang sacrificed his lifespan to temporarily forget the pain. Even though he was seriously injured, his movements were still unaffected. In fact, his gun-throwing speed was even faster than usual.

Even this shot, which embodied all his strength and will, was so fast that even a shadow could not be seen.

However, he was still far from being a match for Jiang Hou, who was going all out and holding nothing back.

Faced with this lightning-fast attack, Jiang Hou didn't even look at it. He swung his sword backhand, and the Heavenly Fiend Blade drew an arc in the air as the blade collided with the spear tip.

Although the strike he delivered to Ma Sui was incredibly powerful, Jiang Hou had actually held back three-tenths of his strength, rather than unleashing his full power. It was precisely because of this that he was able to deliver a second strike so quickly after the first, aiming at Zhang Guifang.

Without a loud bang or sparks, Zhang Guifang's gun was swung away like a withered branch, her hand was torn open, her entire arm went numb, and the gun flew out of her hand, spinning and disappearing into the dust in the distance.

Jiang Hou rode past him, casually slashing with his sword. The blade grazed Zhang Guifang's shoulder armor, which was forged from fine iron, and sliced ​​it in two like tofu, severing most of his arm, leaving only a thin layer of skin barely holding it together.

In fact, if Jiang Hou's knife had been a little lower, Zhang Guifang's arm wouldn't have been severed in half, but completely cleanly cut off.

At the wound site, Jiang Hou's domineering and ferocious aura continued to burn Zhang Guifang's meridians, causing further damage.

Zhang Guifang groaned, fell off the horse, rolled twice, and lay on the ground, unable to stand up again.

Jiang Hou reined in his warhorse, turned around, and sat on his horse, looking down at the two blood-soaked men on the ground who were no longer able to fight.

The Heavenly Fiend Blade lay across the saddle, the bloodthirsty aura on its blade slowly receding, yet still swirling around him like an inextinguishable crimson flame. His breathing was steady, his expression calm, as if those three strikes were merely casual swings.

Ma Sui lay on the ground, propping himself up on half of a spear shaft, struggling to stand up. But his legs wouldn't obey him, and after two attempts he couldn't get up, he simply gave up and lay there, looking up at Jiang Hou.

There was no fear or pleading in his eyes, only something indescribable—anger, resentment, hatred, or something else entirely.

Zhang Guifang leaned against a rock, panting heavily. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, her shoulder, and the space between her thumb and forefinger, staining the soil beneath her and spreading a dark red stain.

"Ten rounds?" Jiang Hou looked down at him and said with a sneer, "I've said too much."

Jiang Hou dismounted, sword in hand, and walked step by step toward Zhang Guifang, who was closer. With each step, the gravel on the ground trembled slightly, the aftershocks of the overflowing bloodlust.

Zhang Guifang watched the approaching figure, staring at the still-dripping blood from the knife. A twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to utter a curse, but ultimately remained silent. Jiang Hou walked up to him and raised the knife. The blood-red aura on the blade flared once more, its dark crimson light reflecting on Zhang Guifang's face, turning his pale features into an eerie red.

Looking at the knife that was almost hanging over her head, Zhang Guifang, who didn't even have the strength to struggle to get up, finally closed her eyes in utter despair.

"Jiang Hou!"

But at that very moment, just as Zhang Guifang was about to close her eyes and await the slaughter, a loud shout suddenly erupted at the entrance of the canyon.

The sound was like a thunderclap, rolling in from the mouth of the valley and making the mountain walls on both sides vibrate and echo.

Many in the Qian army formation instinctively turned around to look, only to see a black figure hurtling towards them at an astonishing speed.

A fiery steed, its hooves pounding and mane flying, tore through the dust like a burning flame. A general on horseback, clad in black armor and robes, held a Yuwang spear, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He had no followers or banners behind him, only himself on horseback, and charged straight into the rear of the Qian army.

"Li Cunxiao!"

Through the vast wall of people, Jiang Hou couldn't see Li Cunxiao at all, but he recognized the other's voice, and his heart surged with killing intent.

Immediately, Jiang Hou wanted to kill the two men cleanly and then fight Li Cunxiao again.

"Leave these people behind. Li Cunxiao is coming alone, and this is the best opportunity to capture him!"

Just as Jiang Hou was about to strike, Jiang Wang stopped him in time.

Li Cunxiao has been confirmed to have reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Even if Jiang Hou has mastered the complete version of the Divine Howling Sky Technique, he can only briefly contend with Li Cunxiao before Li Cunxiao reaches the same pinnacle of martial arts. If the battle drags on, he will inevitably be defeated.

Even a technique like the Divine Howling Sky Skill cannot completely bridge the gap between those who are not at the peak of martial arts and those who are at the peak of martial arts. At most, it can only keep him a little closer to the peak of martial arts compared to others of the same level.

It was precisely for this reason that Jiang Wang wanted to take this opportunity to kill Li Cunxiao.

These people are the best bait. As long as they live, Li Cunxiao will not leave easily. But if Jiang Hou kills them cleanly and neatly, what if Li Cunxiao turns around and leaves? Wouldn't they miss a great opportunity?

Furthermore, these two people have completely lost their fighting ability. Zhang Guifang's arm is even crippled. Even if they survive, they will be useless and unable to influence the situation on the battlefield. What difference will it make if they live a little longer?

As for the few hundred remaining defeated soldiers behind them, Jiang Wang didn't take them seriously at all.

Killing Li Cunxiao became his final goal for the day.

Originally, Jiang Wang only wanted to lure An Xiuxiu's troops over so that he could wipe them out in one fell swoop and, given the deteriorating situation, thoroughly dampen the morale of the Han army.

But unexpectedly, it attracted Li Cunxiao, which was a pleasant surprise. Jiang Wang was overjoyed.