"Take good care of the paintings." Like Han Dan's red lips slightly opened, the voice of the Snow Clan Holy Maiden slowly came out, plain, but like the calm before the storm.

Xue Qin sobbed and whispered, her lowered eyes glanced at Ye Qiantong over there, and the disdain and arrogance in the corners of her eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

The Holy Maiden of the Snow Clan never looked at the night thousand pupils.

Her gaze only swept slightly, Ye Qiantong's hand behind her suddenly clenched into a fist, the green tendons in her fist burst out, the blood vessels in her body seemed to burst, the scorching pain spread all over her limbs, and her legs were as if they had been beaten from behind by a club, trembling violently, and the invisible powerful coercion was coercing her to kneel!

"Huh!" Ye Qiantong smiled coldly, stabilized his figure, and met his indifferent eyes without fear, and his tone was so careless: "Snow Clan, right?" Today is really a lesson. ”

Whether in her previous life or in this life, no one has ever dared to let her kneel down in the eyes of the night.

Really, it's a lot of fun!

The beautiful eyes of the Snow Clan Holy Maiden were like glass, looking at her figure standing proudly like a green pine, obviously painful but still with a calm and breezy look without the slightest fear, and her eyebrows wrinkled without a trace.

Her red lips opened slightly: "Snow Painting has gone through a lot of hardships to obtain the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Xuanbing Bone Flower and the Xuansnake Neidan, why did the girl kill the people of my Snow Clan so ruthlessly and cruelly and take away the treasure of my Snow Clan?" ”

The ethereal and distant voice surrounds it, but it seems to carry the supreme judgment.

Ye Qiantong looked at this woman with a temperament that was beyond the ordinary, as holy and pure as the spirit of a snow lotus, and the corners of her lips overflowed with a touch of evil sarcasm.

There may be fairy-like characters in this world, but there may not be pure and holy exquisite hearts.

Her gaze shifted to Xueqin: "Are the people of the Snow Clan like robbers who judge right and wrong just by listening to one person's words?" ”

"Let me ask you, have you witnessed myself killing the snow painting, the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Xuanbing Bone Flower needs to be held in the Xuanhan Ice Box, where can I place a treasure for a third-order cultivation, this girl has no grievances with you, but you have chased and killed again and again, what is the reason?"

Xue Qin really didn't witness everything, and in fact, she wasn't sure if the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Xuanbing Bone Flower and the Xuan Snake Neidan were in her hands.

She only made a vain judgment when she saw the posthumous phantom of the Xuanbing Bone Snake, and at first it was just to vent her anger, but at this point, she would not be able to admit her mistake.

"Humph! The oil cavity is slippery, so much nonsense! Mere ants also dare to quibble in vain, if you want to be reasonable, the authority of our Snow Clan is all truth! ”

Xueqin's eyes were gloomy, and she drank fiercely, and the cold ice sword burst out with an arrogant murderous aura, and the sword qi silver light was dazzling and dazzling, stirring up a snow-white glow, mighty, and rushed towards the night thousand pupils like lightning, "Dare to go against our incomparably powerful Xuantian Palace, it's like looking for death!" Take your life!! ”

A good Snow Clan authority is everything!

Ye Qiantong's phoenix eyes as clear as obsidian were cold, and her spiritual power was also running wildly, even if there was only a glimmer of life left, she couldn't be caught.

However, just when she was about to urge the spiritual power, her body suddenly stiffened, and she couldn't sense the spiritual power of the dantian!

The body was also frozen on the spot as if it had been poured with heavy lead, stiff as a stone carving!

Ye Qiantong's expression changed suddenly, and she looked at Xue with a "swish".

I saw that the beautiful face of the Snow Clan Saintess like cherry blossoms was indifferent and elegant, her red lips rippled with a touch of arc, and her smile loomed like a mist and clear waves.