Chapter 643 There is no medicine for regret in the world


    “As long as I want, as long as I want.”


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


    Xiang Feixue''s eyes were so terrified that she opened her eyes wide, "What do you want to do to Yu Linlang? What do you want to do to me?"


    "You can''t kill me. I am a disciple of Xuanyin Sect, and you are your fellow teacher... my nephew."


    "P''s junior nephew." Yu Linlang sneered, "You may not even be a traitor disciple, so come and take care of your relatives."


    "Yulinlang, dare you kill me? Are you not afraid that the Lord will settle the score with you? Will it hurt the harmony between your senior brother and sister?"


    "If I kill a dog beside him, will he come to me for bad luck??" Yu Linlang smiled gently and lovely, but the sword energy in her hand was ups and downs.


    "Stop talking nonsense, no one will come to save you."


    As the words fell, thousands of arrowhead fragments mixed in the fallen leaves of sand and stones, they swung and flew towards Xiangfeixue, who could not stop retreating.


    The latter screamed and quickly played the flute with a sound to resist.


    However, it is useless!


    Useless!


    Layer layers of debris hit her tightly, even though she had already worn two layers of armor inside, it was still penetrated, and the debris penetrated into the bones and penetrated the lungs.


    Xiang Feixue spurted blood out with a mouthful of blood, rolled on the spot and didn''t even look at it. She pulled two grassland soldiers in front of her.


    The wind blew the clouds, and the sword energy was still shaking in front of her, shooting the two grassland soldiers into sieves.


    Xiang Feixue was at a loss and lay at a loss under the dead body to resist the sword energy.


    I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that the sword wind had passed.


    She didn''t dare to move, and lay in the pile of corpses and continued to pretend to be dead.


    Yu Linlang''s steps were light and there was almost no sound when he walked.


    When she walked past the dying Yang Sima, she kindly trampled on his two hands.


    She walked to Xiang Feixue with a smile.


    The sword started and the sword wind swept across, without any fancy tricks. The few corpses stacked in front of me were cut into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground.


    Xiang Feixue buried her head like a big quail, wishing she could pierce her head tightly into the ground, and she didn''t dare to lift her eyelids.


    Yu Linlang smiled and said, "If I had known this, why would you have been there?"


    "I know the sword I set myself. You are not dead, stop pretending." Yu Linlang stretched out her feet and kicked the woman, "Hey, move."


    Xiang Feixue continued to pretend to be dead and motionless.


    Yu Linlang sneered and raised her foot to step on her right wrist bone. "Why is the momentary look gone just now? It sounds so good to drink it over and over again."


    Xiang Feixue''s skin couldn''t stop trembling, and she was so painful that she wanted to faint on the spot.


    The feeling of broken hand bones is inch by inch, and the dull pain that makes nerve paralyzed is really hard to say.


    Unfortunately, it hurts so much that she still can''t faint.


    Her mind was clearer than ever.


    Keep pretending to be dead, it is best to let the female devil leave as soon as possible after venting her hatred. Even if she is scarred, she can still save her life.


    "You won''t be so naive that I will let go of the person who wants to kill me, right?" Yu Linlang almost laughed out loud.


    "Do you think you can escape if you pretend to be dead like this?"


    "Born." Yu Linlang raised his sword.


    When the cold sword fell on the back of Xiang Feixue''s neck, she felt excited and she came to her senses, howled and turned over and begged for mercy, "Xiao, uncle, uncle, uncle, I was wrong, please let me go. Please let me go. We are from the same school, how can we be a traitor!"


    "Sure enough, this person doesn''t fall on him and never knows what pain is."


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


    Yu Linlang smiled, "With a fake face and imitating me for so many years, you won''t think you are me, right? I''m still jealous of you! Even if you don''t have a mirror, you can urinate with your urination and your mind will be a little clearer."


    "Ahhh." Xiang Feixue screamed out of control, "You let go, stop talking! I didn''t imitate you, and I don''t care about your face either."


    "Yes, it''s not rare. No matter how exquisite the face is, it''s not my face after all." Yu Linlang used the sequin sword energy to cut the woman''s back, "Tsk tsk, you really have to do it. It''s really a human skin mask made with the skin on your back."


    As if her face was torn apart again, Xiang Feixue wailed sharply, twisting her body, trying to shake off the sword that Yu Linlang covered her back.


    No, this shouldn''t be the case.


    Five hundred grassland soldiers, so many archers, why can’t they kill the witch?


    If the witch is not dead, how can the Lord change his mind?


    Xiang Feixue was unwilling to accept it and suddenly pulled out the sharp blade from her sleeve, turned her wrist and stabbed it at Yu Linlang.


    "Swish." The sword energy flew over and cut off her right wrist in unison.


    It was not until her paws fell to the ground that Xiang Feixue felt the pain that pierced her lungs.


    She howled and rolled back and forth on the ground, hitting her head against the terrain as if she was crazy.


    One hand was cut, the other hand was completely broken. Now she completely lost the ability to fight back and became an absolute useless person.


    Revenge is the witch’s revenge on herself!


    The great witch who harms the country and the people! The demons hidden in the stinky ditch on the bottom are all kinder than hers.


    Xiang Feixue shrank and crawled backwards, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.


    "No, you can''t kill me, you and I are the same family, you can''t kill me!"


    Yu Linlang looked at her indifferently, "Don''t waste your time. When you were determined to kill me, you would completely become a dead person in my eyes."


    Yu Linlang raised his sword and slashed it gently.


    Xiang Feixue had a thin blood thread between her neck, which could penetrate into the bones.


    In the sky, Xiang Feixue looked at the man''s back as he was leaving.


    She covered her throat with one hand, and her throat was completely blocked by the blood containing the fishy smell, and she was bubbling and couldn''t say anything at all.


    I don’t know if Sima Yang regrets it. Anyway, Xiang Feixue thinks she should regret it.


    She didn''t expect that she would be so painful before death, and she could not die for a while, and her consciousness was extremely clear.


    The dull pain coming from all over the body, the sticky and suffocating feeling of breathing came.


    In a trance, Xiang Feixue seemed to see the figures of Mr. He and the others, and was running towards their sloping head.


    She stretched out her soft palms and finally she couldn''t stand down and fell "smacked" on the ground full of slags.


    He Qianyue, Yuange, Yin Gui and others rushed up the hillside, their faces were extremely gloomy and solemn.


    Hundreds of Chu Wei followed, looking at the messy scene, and didn''t dare to say anything.


    The situation cannot be described as a miserable word!


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


    He Qianyue stepped on the dead grass on the ground, pursed her lips and looked at Xiang Feixue with eyes closed.