After returning home, the Crown Princess can no longer hide her vest!

Chapter 643 There is no regret medicine in the world

"Whenever I want to, whenever I want to."

"Every blade of grass, every leaf and every flower can become a sharp blade in my hand!" Yu Linlang gently turned the sword, and the sand and fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the airflow, all surrounding the arrowhead fragments, wandering back and forth in circles.

Xiang Feixue opened her eyes wide in horror, "What do you want to do, Yu Linlang? What do you want to do to me?"

"You can't kill me. I'm a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect and your fellow master... nephew."

"P's nephew." Yu Linlang sneered, "You may not even be a errand disciple, so don't try to be friendly with me."

"Yu Linlang, you dare to kill me? Aren't you afraid that the master will come after you? And hurt the harmony between you two brothers and sisters?"

"If I kill a dog next to him, he will come to trouble me?" Yu Linlang smiled gently, but the sword energy in her hand was fluctuating.

"Stop talking nonsense, little scum. No one will come to save you."

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of arrowhead fragments mixed with the sand, stones and fallen leaves, swirled and flew towards Xiang Feixue who was retreating continuously.

The latter screamed and quickly blew the flute to block the sound.

However, it's no use!
Useless!

Layer upon layer of fragments hit her body densely. Even though she had already worn two layers of armor inside, she was still pierced by the fragments. The fragments penetrated into her bones and pierced her lungs.

Xiang Feixue spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled on the ground without even looking around, and pulled two grassland soldiers to block in front of her.

The sword energy was still surging in front of her, sweeping away the remaining clouds and shooting the two grassland soldiers into sieves.

Xiang Feixue was so terrified that she lay under the corpse to block the sword energy.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed like the sword wind had passed.

She dared not move and continued to lie among the corpses pretending to be dead.

Yu Linlang walked lightly, making almost no sound.

As she walked past the dying Sima Yang, she kindly stepped on two of his hand bones.

She walked to Xiang Feixue with a smile.

The sword was raised and the sword wind swept across without any fancy moves. The several corpses piled in front of him were cut into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground.

Xiang Feixue buried her head like a big quail, wishing she could bury her head deep into the ground, not daring to even open her eyelids.

Yu Linlang smiled and said faintly, "If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?"

"I stabbed her with the sword myself. I know what happened. You're not dead, stop pretending." Yu Linlang kicked the woman, "Hey, move."

Xiang Feixue continued to pretend to be dead and did not move.

Yu Linlang sneered and stepped on her right wrist bone. "Why did you lose that aggressive look just now? Shoot, shoot, it sounds so good to drink over and over again."

Xiang Feixue's entire body could not stop trembling, and she felt so painful that she wished she could faint on the spot.

The feeling of my hand bones breaking inch by inch and the dull pain that paralyzes my nerves are hard to describe.

Unfortunately, despite the pain, she still couldn't faint.

Her mind was clearer than ever.

Continue to pretend to be dead. It would be best if this female devil could vent her hatred and leave as soon as possible. Even if she is covered in wounds, at least she can save her life.

"You're not so naive as to think that I would let go of someone who wants to kill me?" Yu Linlang almost laughed out loud.

"Do you think you can get away with it by pretending to be dead?"

"Boring." Yu Linlang raised the sword.

When the cold sword landed on Xiang Feixue's neck, she came to her senses with a start, howled and turned over to beg for mercy, "Little, little master uncle, little master uncle, I was wrong, please let me go, little master uncle. We are from the same sect, how can we kill each other!" "Fellow disciples?" Yu Linlang sneered, "When you shouted at the top of your lungs and shot arrows before, why didn't you show any friendship with your fellow disciples?"

"As expected, this person will never know what pain is unless the knife falls on himself."

Xiang Feixue's heart was pounding, and she screamed like crazy, "Why do you have to kill me? You are jealous, so you must put me to death!"

Yu Linlang smiled, "You've been wearing a fake face and imitating me for so many years, you don't think you are me, do you? I'm jealous of you! Even if you don't have a mirror, you can pee on it and your mind will be a little clearer."

"Ahh." Xiang Feixue screamed out of control, "You're bullshitting, shut up! I'm not imitating you, and I don't care about your face."

"Yeah, I don't want it. No matter how delicate the skin is, it's not my face after all." Yu Linlang used the sharp sword energy to cut the woman's back. "Tsk tsk, you are really cruel. You really made a human skin mask with the skin of your own back."

It was as if her face was once again torn apart and stepped on by someone. Xiang Feixue wailed shrilly and twisted her body constantly, trying to shake off the sword that Yu Linlang had placed on her back.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Five hundred grassland soldiers and so many archers, why can't they kill the witch?
How can the master change his mind if the witch doesn't die?

Xiang Feixue was unwilling to give in. She suddenly pulled out a sharp blade from her sleeve and turned her wrist to stab towards Yu Linlang.

"Swish." The sword energy swept past and cut off her right wrist neatly.

It was not until the claws fell to the ground that Xiang Feixue felt the heart-wrenching pain.

She howled miserably and rolled back and forth on the ground, banging her head against the ground like a madman.

One hand was cut off and the other was completely shattered. Now she has completely lost the ability to fight back and has become a complete useless person.

Revenge, this is the witch's revenge on herself!

A great witch who brought disaster to the country and the people! The demons hiding in the stinking ditches at the bottom of society are kinder than her.

Xiang Feixue huddled back and crawled away, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

"No, you can't kill me. You and I are from the same sect. You can't kill me!"

Yu Linlang looked at her indifferently, "Don't waste your efforts. The moment you decide to kill me, you will be completely dead in my eyes."

Yu Linlang raised the sword and slashed lightly.

A long and thin blood line appeared on Xiang Feixue's neck, deep into the bone.

The waning moon was hanging in the sky. Xiang Feixue looked at the man's receding back in disbelief.

She covered her throat with one hand. Her throat was completely blocked by the fishy blood. She was gurgling and couldn't utter a word.

I don’t know whether Sima Yang regretted it or not, but Xiang Feixue felt that she must have regretted it.

She didn't expect that people would be so painful before death, unable to die at the same time, and their consciousness was extremely clear.

Dull pain came from all over the body, and the sticky and suffocating feeling of breathing oppressed me.

In a trance, Xiang Feixue seemed to see the figures of Mr. He and others, running towards them at a rapid speed on the slope.

She struggled to stretch out her limp hands, but they eventually fell down weakly and landed on the ground covered with debris with a "plop".

He Qianyue, Yuan Ge, Yingui and others rushed up the hillside, their faces extremely gloomy and solemn.

The hundreds of Chu guards who followed closely behind looked at the messy scene and dared not utter a word.

The situation cannot be described with just one word: tragic!

"Look around." He Qianyue gave the order, and the Chu guards immediately took action.

He Qianyue stepped on the dead grass, pursed his lips and looked at Xiang Feixue who died with her eyes open.