"Who is so presumptuous!" suddenly heard a sharp female voice from the snow-white tent in the distance.

Her angry words made the trembling in the darkness around her even more intense, and countless soft snowflakes were frozen and stiffened in an instant for some reason, stopping in mid-air.

There was still wind and air around him, and at this moment it seemed to freeze instantly, and there was only a group of people left, observing the surroundings in horror in everything that was momentary and still here.

At this time, some of the Sand people who were greatly affected by the snowflakes seemed to feel that it was a pity that many snowflakes were frozen in the air, so they hid in the crowd of the Sand tribe and stretched out their hands to try to pick the pieces of snowflakes that stayed in the air.

However, no matter how hard they pulled, it was difficult to tear off the snowflakes.

The snowflakes that were meant to melt at their fingertips were as strong as steel at this time. All of them were fixed in the treacherous air, as if thousands of hammers had fallen on these snowflakes, and it was difficult to shake the snowflakes for half a minute.

"Don't make the snow elves angry!" Seeing that the clansmen were so presumptuous with the snowflakes, the clan didn't know who gently persuaded them.

They didn't know who lived in the tent, but just because they could live in the snow, some of the Sandmen thought they were snow elves.

This inference is not groundless, but comes from a legend of the Sand tribe.

The Sha people have lived in the sand for generations, and they have lived in a corner of peace, and they have never had a yearning for the outside world. The ancestor of the Sand Clan, as if he had guessed that his descendants would want to go to the outside world, spread a story with Snow among the clan and let it be passed down to this day.

The people of the Sand tribe do not know whether the content of the legend is true or not, but only know that in the legend left by their ancestors from generation to generation, the explanation of the snow scene is extremely beautiful.

In the countless years before, these beautiful explanations of the snow scene have made the hearts of the Sha people very moved, and they are extremely eager to see the beauty of the snow.

However, the legend of the snow elves makes the people of the Sand tribe want to explore the beauty of the snow scene, but they are afraid of the legend of the snow elves.

They vaguely remembered that the snow elf Bingqing Yujie who had been passed down from generation to generation in the clan was the emperor of the immortal family in a pure white country, and she was originally a charming woman who did not ask about the world, and was endlessly loved by the immortal clan.

But fate wanted to joke with such a lovely woman, and with an accident, the woman who was peerless at the beginning saved a demon clan and changed her fate.

The people of the Sand Tribes may not care about the final fate of the woman and the demon clan, they have heard this legend from their ancestors, and from the beginning they have listened to it as a story that has nothing to do with them.

is only at the end of the story, after encountering various changes, the emperor of the fairy family was made a puppet by the puppet emperor, turning her hatred into a thousand swords and wind knives in the snow, and constantly killing people in the snow.

The cruel ending is outrageous, just listening to it, it makes the Sand people sigh.

They couldn't imagine what it would be like to kill people with snow, but when they first saw the snow, the white of the snow made them forget the legend and only immerse themselves in the beauty in front of them.

Now that the people who walked out of the tent remembered the seeping legend, the hearts of the Sha tribe suddenly felt extremely panicked.

Regardless of whether the woman in front of her is the legendary snow elf of the Sand Tribe, and even some Sand people have not yet seen the woman's appearance clearly, but the fear and fear in their hearts have long been flooded.

Shen Moli looked at the lock that was about to be unlocked, raised his eyebrows slightly, and poured out the worries in his heart.

A little bit of turquoise spiritual power with a flood of water led the lock to the heart of the lock, trying to move the lock, but it was difficult to move half a minute no matter what.

Shen Moli's hand pulled the long rope of green light made of spiritual power, and twisted it tightly, but the lock that was easier to turn earlier than she imagined seemed to be bound with thousands of nails at this time, no matter how hard she tried her best, it would be difficult to move the lock for half a minute.

It is clear that it is only a little bit, Shen Moli has countless unwillingness in his heart, but he also knows that he only needs brute force, and he is afraid that it will be extremely difficult to move the lock in front of him.

Her gaze followed the woman's voice to the snow-white tent in the distance.

I saw that in the tent covered with a layer of ice covered by snow, two women dressed in tender white clothes rolled up the curtain in front of the tent and walked out leisurely with three-inch lotus steps.

The small lotus step was only a little on the ground, and a strong storm was generated from the soles of her feet, blowing in the still scene of the four places, so that the snowflakes that were originally fixed in the air were blown into endless darkness by the wind in an instant.

The powerful wind blew on the faces and bodies of the people of the Sand tribe, and in a short time, everyone staggered, as if they could be pushed down by the wind at any time.

The endless coldness makes people feel terrible, as if they may blow all the Sand people into the bottomless abyss at any time.

The lips of the two women were slightly hooked, and their smiles looked particularly graceful against the cold snow. It's ridiculous, but there is an extremely dangerous atmosphere, and just by looking at it, there are countless horrors roaring in their hearts.

The shallow ice blue hair naturally hung down to the woman's waist, like willows flying in the wind.

The eyes of the two are full of anticipation, making people feel beautiful just by looking at the same, like a girl who does not know the world. Under the light of a faint halo, it is full of mysterious charm.

One of the women's slender willow eyebrows raised slightly in the wind, as if full of infinite beauty. The tall nose falls in the center of the little face, which is as delicate as the most delicate work in the sky.

The jade cheeks on both sides of the other woman were facing the white skin, slightly red, which clearly gave people a feeling that the beautiful girl in the boudoir was very shy.

But her lips were as red as cherries, but her words made people feel cold: "Sister, don't be angry, it's just some annoying ants, just kill it." ”

The delicate white as snow is as clear as jade under the faint light, and the smooth and smooth snow skin is strangely beautiful, like the most unfriendly and charming person in the fairy clan.

is such a petite woman, who looks harmless to humans and animals on her face, gentle and graceful. But she only smiled, but it made the legs of the Sand people tremble, and they were so frightened that they wanted to flee out.

These Sand people may not have believed in the legends of their ancestors, but the two women in front of them, but the slight smile already made their hearts tremble.

In the smile that has not reached the bottom of the heart, there is a blade hidden in the sky, which makes people just look at it and dare not look at it again.

The Sand people just looked at it and felt extremely flustered.

In the horror, the more daring Xiang Huan, although he was afraid that he was higher than the sky, but after hearing the woman's words that he was trying to kill them, he still had the courage to take a few steps forward, bowed and said: "The two elves are incomparable in beauty, and the amount is bigger than the sky, and I hope that you will not worry about me." ”

Xiang returned the words, making the woman who spoke at the right time hook her lips and smiled. She walked leisurely with three inch lotus steps, walked to Xiang Huan, gently bent her fingers to hook Xiang Huan's low chin, and whispered a few words in Xiang Huan's ear with a smile.