Jiang Wantong was full of disgust: "It's my luck that I survived, can you manage it?" ”

King Yaskawa said: "You tell the truth to this king, is there any good elixir that can help people improve their spiritual power, and that elixir is still unknown to this king?" ”

He thought to himself, it must be Jiang Wantong who has taken some kind of elixir to have today's cultivation, otherwise how could she become so powerful?

And the reason why he was patient with the inquiry at the moment was naturally not soft-hearted, he just wanted to find that kind of elixir and eat it himself, so as to improve his spiritual power.

Jiang Wantong was too lazy to take care of it, she took the opportunity to make a fierce move and made a strong pursuit of King Yaskawa.

King Anchuan was distracted, and Jiang Wantong attacked a few times.

The violent impact made him take a few steps back, and he was also injured in the chest.

King Yaskawa was surprised again, "Your spiritual power can actually hurt this king!" Isn't your spiritual power much more powerful than Jiang Ruoyun, which is on par with this king, right? ”

Although he suffered internal injuries, in terms of his spiritual power level, this internal injury was actually not serious, and it would not make him panic.

So at this moment, compared to his own injury, he was even more surprised that Jiang Wantong was so powerful!

"No, it's impossible, you're a waste person without a spirit bone, when the purest spirit bone was dug up, even if you can survive, it will take several years to recover your body, and now you have only been away for five years, in such a short time, how can your spiritual power be comparable to this king?"

King Yasukawa expressed surprise, but Jiang Wantong didn't care about the man's horror and surprise at all, she took advantage of the victory to pursue and continued to make moves.

Another palm struck, and under the strong palm wind, King Yaskawa stumbled back a few times and almost fell to the ground.

This time, his internal injuries worsened, and blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

King Yaskawa no longer dared to be careless, his anger was ignited, and he couldn't help but come to meet him with a spirit of twelve.

The spiritual power levels of him and Jiang Wantong are both ninth order martial arts.

In the comparison of strength, the two people are not comparable.

As a man, King Yaskawa is physically stronger and has the upper hand in strength, but his internal injuries make his advantages not prominent.

And the internal injury just now also disrupted King Yaskawa's rhythm, and in addition, Jiang Wantong's posture was light, and he dodged his moves more quickly.

So after dozens of moves between the two of them, Jiang Wantong finally took the lead, she made several moves in succession, all of which hit King Yaskawa's chest, his internal injuries became more and more serious, and finally he was physically exhausted, so he could only fall to the ground and end in failure.

The guards who were guarding King Yaskawa were also dumbfounded when they looked at all this in front of them.

In this world, there is such a young woman who knocked their King Yaskawa to the ground!

"You rice buckets, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and take down this woman for this king!" King Yaskawa shouted angrily.

He felt that he was a shame, he was a strong man with relatively high spiritual power in the Northern Zhou Imperial City, even if he had an opponent, but there were few opponents, with such a powerful ability, he was not Jiang Wantong's opponent?

Outside the inn at this critical moment, there are still so many people watching, which makes King Yaskawa feel extremely embarrassed.

The guards were originally stunned, but now that they heard the order, they could be regarded as reacting, and at this time, a group of people with spirit swords in their hands quickly attacked Jiang Wantong.

It's just that these rabble, how can they be Jiang Wantong's opponents.

Jiang Wantong easily beat the group of people to the ground.

King Yaskawa had a wound in his chest, and he struggled to get up from the ground, endured the severe pain, and angrily pointed at the guards and shouted: "Rubbish, all rubbish!" ”

Jiang Wantong smiled contemptuously, she approached King Anchuan step by step, but there was murder in her eyes:

"King Yaskawa, since they are all waste, what about you, what are you?"

King Yaskawa suddenly felt that the murderous aura in this woman's eyes was too powerful, and he couldn't help but tremble at the kind of power.

Subconsciously, King Yaskawa took several steps back.

Jiang Wantong didn't stop because of King Yaskawa's retreat, she continued to approach.

She snatched a spirit sword from the hands of a guard who had desperately climbed up to block King Yaskawa's side, and knocked the guard to the ground again.

The bright and flickering spirit sword blade was directly suspended in front of King Anchuan, and there was no intention of stopping, Jiang Wantong said lightly: "It's been five years, and it's time for the hatred of the year." ”

King Anchuan was scared, he still wanted to retreat, but there was a wall behind him, and there was really no way to retreat, he shrank back in fright, and asked in horror: "Jiang Wantong, you, what do you want to do?" ”

Jiang Wan's eyes were full of indifference, she looked at his frightened appearance, and she didn't feel pity, but she was a little happy to get revenge.

Of course, just defeating King Yaskawa is far from enough for the humiliation suffered by the original owner back then!

At this moment, the spirit sword in her hand pierced forward in a dashing and neat manner, without any ambiguity.

The slender spirit sword pierced directly into King Yaskawa's chest!

King Yaskawa's pupils widened, and he couldn't believe that all this was happening: "Jiang Wantong, you, you dare to do this to this king, you ......"

"My sword is to repay your betrayal back then."

Jiang Wantong raised the decibel level and said lightly in silence.

With that, she directly pulled out the spirit sword and stabbed it again.

"You ......"

"This sword is to return you to the original bones and bloodletting!"

King Yaskawa was about to die of pain, he was already so serious that his physical strength was exhausted, and now after receiving two swords, he was even weaker, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his body could not stand straight, and his abdomen was bleeding nonstop.

When the guards had seen such a posture, none of them dared to come forward again.

"It hurts, help!"

King Yaskawa couldn't hold it anymore, and he wailed for help.

Jiang Wantong actually pulled out the spirit sword again at this time, and then her third sword stabbed into King Yaskawa's chest again.

"This sword is simply to see you in such pain." Jiang Wan's eyes were cold, and he said lightly.

Her voice wasn't too loud, but every word, every word, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

King Yaskawa was in great pain, and he couldn't survive or die!

He knew that Jiang Wantong hated him so much, and he understood that it was useless to beg for mercy at the moment, so he clenched his fists viciously, endured the last trace of strength and said:

"Jiang Wantong, you will regret it, this king will definitely break you into pieces!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wantong burst out laughing.

She simply pulled out the spirit sword again, King Anchuan was already in great pain, and this time the spirit sword was pulled out, it was even more painful than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

He was physically exhausted, and fell to the ground wailing in pain: "It hurts, help, help, go to the doctor!" ”

Jiang Wantong looked at King Yaskawa, who was curled up in a pool of blood, like a wild dog, and felt inexplicably relieved.

She smiled indifferently: "In this case, the little woman will wait and see, since the prince is so powerful, then go back to heal his injuries first, and then talk about how to break my body into ten thousand pieces." ”

She was reluctant to let King Yasukawa die, and if she died like this, it would be too cheap for him.

The hatred of the year naturally needs to be returned a little, a thousand times.