Jiang Wantong was filled with disgust: "It's my luck that I survived. Do you care?"

King Anchuan said: "Tell me the truth, is there any good elixir that can help people improve their spiritual power? And I don't know about that elixir?"

He thought to himself that Jiang Wantong must have taken some miraculous medicine to achieve her current level of cultivation. Otherwise, how could she become so powerful?

And the reason why he had the patience to ask questions at this moment was naturally not because he was soft-hearted. He just wanted to find that kind of elixir and take it himself, so as to increase his spiritual power.

Jiang Wantong was too lazy to respond. She took the opportunity to use violent moves and fiercely pursued King Anchuan.

King Anchuan was distracted and was severely attacked by Jiang Wantong several times.

The violent impact caused him to take several steps back and was injured on his chest.

King Anchuan was once again surprised, "Your spiritual power can actually hurt me! Isn't it true that your spiritual power is much more powerful than Jiang Ruoyun, and it is comparable to this king?"

Although he suffered internal injuries, considering his level of spiritual power, the internal injuries were not serious and did not cause him to panic.

So at this moment, instead of being injured, he was more surprised that Jiang Wantong was so powerful!

"No, it's impossible. You are a useless person without a spiritual bone. When the pure spiritual bones were dug out, even if you could survive, it would take several years to recover. Now you have only been away for just five years. It's such a short time.

At that time, how could you possibly have the same spiritual power as me?"

King Anchuan expressed surprise, but Jiang Wantong didn't care at all about the man's fear and surprise. She pursued the victory and continued to attack.

Another palm struck, and under the strong wind of the palm, King Anchuan stumbled back and almost fell to the ground.

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

King Anchuan no longer dared to be careless, his anger was ignited, and he couldn't help but work up his spirits to fight.

He and Jiang Wantong's spiritual power levels are both at the ninth level of Wuzong.

In comparison of strength, the two people are equally matched.

As a man, Lord Yasukawa was physically stronger and had the upper hand in strength, but his internal injuries did not allow his advantages to be highlighted.

The internal injury just now also disrupted King Anchuan's rhythm. In addition, Jiang Wantong's body was light and he could dodge and make moves faster.

So after the two people played dozens of moves, Jiang Wantong finally took the dominant position. She made several moves in succession, and all of them hit King Anchuan on the chest. His internal injuries became more serious, and finally he was exhausted.

Can fall to the ground and end in failure.

The guards guarding King Anchuan were dumbfounded when they saw what was happening in front of them.

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

"What are you idiots doing here? Why don't you hurry up and take down this woman for me!" King Anchuan shouted angrily.

He felt so embarrassed. After all, he was a strong man with relatively high spiritual power in the Imperial City of Northern Zhou Dynasty. Even if he had opponents, there were only a few of them. With such a powerful ability, he was still no match for Jiang Wantong?

At the critical moment, there were so many people watching outside the inn, which made King Anchuan feel extremely embarrassed.

The guards were stunned at first, but they finally reacted after hearing the order. At this time, a group of people holding spiritual swords quickly attacked Jiang Wantong.

But how could these rabble be Jiang Wantong's opponent?

Jiang Wantong easily knocked all these people to the ground.

King Yasukawa had a wound on his chest. He climbed up from the ground with difficulty. Holding back the severe pain, he pointed angrily at the guards and shouted: "Trash, they are all trash!"

Jiang Wantong smiled contemptuously, and she approached King Anchuan step by step, but her eyes held murderous rage:

"King Anchuan, since they are all trash, what about you, who do you think you are?"

King Anchuan suddenly felt that the murderous look in this woman's eyes was so powerful that it made him tremble with fear.

Subconsciously, King Anchuan took several steps back.

Jiang Wantong did not stop because of King Anchuan's retreat, she continued to approach.

She grabbed a spiritual sword from the hands of a guard who desperately climbed up to block King Anchuan, and knocked the guard to the ground again.

The bright sharp edge of the spiritual sword hung directly in front of King Anchuan, with no intention of stopping. Jiang Wantong said lightly: "It's been five years, and it's time to take revenge."

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

Jiang Wantong's eyes were full of indifference. Looking at his fearful look, she didn't feel pitiful. Instead, she felt a little happy that a great revenge had been avenged.

Of course, just defeating King Yasukawa is not enough for the humiliation the original owner suffered back then!

At this moment, the spiritual sword in her hand pierced forward smoothly and neatly, without any ambiguity at all.

The slender spiritual sword pierced directly into King Anchuan's chest!

King Anchuan's pupils were wide open, he couldn't believe what was happening: "Jiang Wantong, how dare you do this to me, you..."

"This sword of mine is to repay your betrayal back then."

Jiang Wantong raised the decibel level and spoke softly in a silent voice.

After saying that, she directly pulled out the spirit sword and stabbed it in again.

"you……"

"This sword is to repay you for cutting your bones and bleeding!"

King Anchuan was dying of pain. His internal strength was so severe that he was exhausted. Now after being struck by two swords, he was even more weak. There was cold sweat on his forehead, he could not stand up straight, and his abdomen was bleeding.

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The guards had never seen such a posture before, and none of them dared to come forward again.

"It hurts so much, help!"

Prince Anchuan could no longer hold on any longer and cried out for help.

At this time, Jiang Wantong actually pulled out the spiritual sword again, and then her third sword pierced King Anchuan's chest again.

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

Her voice was not loud, but every word and every sentence seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

King Anchuan was in so much pain that he simply couldn't live or die!

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

"Jiang Wantong, you will regret it. I will definitely cut you into pieces!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wantong burst out laughing.

She simply pulled out the spiritual sword again. King Anchuan was already in excruciating pain. Pulling out the spiritual sword this time was even more painful than a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

He was exhausted and fell to the ground, wailing in pain: "It hurts so much, help, help, go find the doctor quickly!"

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

She smiled indifferently and said, "In this case, the little lady will wait and see. Since the prince is so powerful, he should go back and recover from his injuries first, and then talk about how to cut me into pieces."

She couldn't bear to let Prince Anchuan die. If he died like this, it would be too easy for him.

The grudges of the past must be repaid a little bit, a thousand times a thousand times.


Chapter completed!