In an instant, Xiang, who was tall and tall, didn't know what had happened, and his body had turned into ashes and disappeared.

This action of killing one person in a row with a snap of his fingers instantly stirred up endless panic among the Sand people.

Countless Sha people fled in panic, babbling nonsense as they fled.

In the dangers they have walked through recently, they have seen countless dangers, and they have witnessed the death of their people due to various accidents, but they have never seen this act of not moving a knife or a shot, or even the slightest dangerous action, is enough to kill people.

For a moment, fear interrupted the last trace of strength that the Sand people barely held up, and their consciousness immediately collapsed, and their actions became messy and panicked.

"Monster ......"

"The sky is going to die, my sand clan!"

"Run!"

"Snow Elves...... It's true!"

The words of the people, whether shocked or frightened, gathered here.

There was panic, despair, and sluggishness in their hearts, and after seeing Su Ri's incomparably strong Xiang Huan in their minds, easily wiped out by the woman, the fear in the hearts of the Sand people had already turned into a river.

As an elder of the Sand tribe, he is a symbol of power in the eyes of the clan.

Now, Xiang is still facing a woman, and he has no power to parry, which really breaks all the sustenance and imagination of the Sand people for the elderly.

Right now, the panic of hopelessness and death fills their hearts and minds, and they don't even know what to do next.

But seeing the woman who killed Xiang Huan at the right time, he glanced at the messy running crowd with disdain, and looked at the other woman who came out indifferently, and raised his hand to stroke a hosta inlaid with gold flowers in the bun, as if waiting for something.

But seeing that the other woman just looked at the chaotic scene in front of her coldly, she didn't make any other moves.

Only then did the woman take off the hosta, and the sharp tip of one end of the hairpin was upside down and said: "Although this hairpin is good, if you don't suck some blood, it will be dead after all." ”

After that, the hairpin was thrown, and it stabbed directly at the people of the Sha tribe.

It's just that the sharp tip didn't hurt anyone, and it was blocked by Shen Moli swinging his sword.

In the collision between the Puchen sword and the hairpin, accompanied by a piercing friction sound, I saw the tip of the hairpin piercing a shocking pit on the Puchen sword, and then it fell to the ground.

Without the Puchen Sword Spirit, the Puchen Sword is an ordinary weapon with excellent texture, and in daily fighting, although it can block some sharp weapons, it can be compared with the divine soldiers who have the realm of cultivation, but there is no contrast at all.

The hosta thrown by the woman, although it absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, had not yet reached the realm of divine soldiers.

It is a powerful weapon between a divine weapon and an ordinary powerful weapon, and every time it is used, it needs to be borrowed from the user.

But such a weapon is an extremely difficult existence for the current Puchen Sword.

If it weren't for the fact that the Puchen Sword was forged from the deepest part of the Star Sea, and was made of a fusion of unique materials deliberately sought by various skilled craftsmen, it would have been pierced by this hairpin this morning.

Looking at the extremely obvious depression on the blade of the Puchen Sword, a trace of depression flashed in Shen Moli's eyes.

The regret of the Wei Puchen Sword, although it flashed in Shen Moli's eyes, it didn't talk about the woman's eyes at all.

The woman's slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and the smile at the corners of her mouth did not disappear, but it was obviously bloodthirsty.

Her eyes were shining as if she couldn't fit anything, but just looking at it made people feel physically and mentally trembling.

Shen Moli's regret for Puchen Sword was all in the woman's eyes.

That look of concern and pity was raised on Shen Moli's body, but it was more like a stab in the bottom of a woman's heart. She bit her red lip slightly, and was silent for a few breaths before continuing, "Are you hurting the sword for the gods?"

She couldn't see that others were kind to weapons, and she couldn't tolerate Shen Moli treating the almost crippled Puchen Sword in her palm as a close friend.

After a little hesitation, the woman made up her mind to completely destroy the Puchen Sword in Shen Moli's hand to relieve the boundless resentment in her heart because of the Puchen Sword.

This warm environment once upon a time still lingered in the woman's heart, making her infinitely nostalgic. But today, as soon as she saw that Shen Moli was so good to Puchen Jian, her tone immediately became a little colder.

But seeing that Shen Moli didn't respond to the woman's words, he just held the hilt of the sword with one hand, touched the end of the sword with the other, and turned the Puchen sword up and down.

There was boundless silence, but in exchange for Shen Moli, he asked coldly, "You hurt it." ”

Her cognition has undergone earth-shaking changes in the catastrophe of a hundred years, she cherishes weapons and loves weapons, even if the Puchen Sword does not have a sword spirit, she can't bear to let the sword be hurt at all.

You must know that in her previous life, in many dangerous times, if she hadn't been accompanied by some weapons herself, I am afraid that she would have been plotted by someone and died many times.

Every weapon in the world has a unique value in Shen Moli's eyes. They are like children who have strayed into the wrong area, and they must have their value if they only need a little polishing.

She didn't want to see a weapon destroyed at will, and the woman said that the Puchen sword was useless, and Shen Moli was extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

It's just that for the woman in front of him, Shen Moli didn't intend to speak too strongly.

Knowing the identities of the two women, Shen Moli was just silent, but he didn't answer the woman's words.

The other party obviously has an extremely high level of cultivation, which makes Shen Moli feel that he is quick to speak for a while, maybe it will be useless, and he may also bring a lot of hatred in vain.

She just looked at the woman lightly, trying to see the woman's downward movements.

The panicked people of the Sand tribe were in a hurry, but they did not have Shen Moli's indifference. They were terrified, every inch of blood in their brains constantly cried out for the horror of the approach.

The panicked scene aroused the woman's interest. The smile on her face was inadvertently even worse, and she stretched lazily, like a playful girl seeing an interesting plaything, and looked at the Sand Tribesman with bright eyes: "It's too late to know now?"

With that, one stepped forward, and a few more panicked Sand people disappeared into the woman's sleeve again.

The action is so fast that no one can stop it.

On the contrary, he was blocked by the crowd, Xiang Zuo stood in a corner, watching the crowd flee in confusion, and his eyes were full of disdain: "Useless things." ”

Bewitchment in the snow is just a piece of cake for him.

To survive for such a long time in a dangerous land, Xiang Ruo relied on more than just luck.

The two women in front of him seemed to be extremely high in cultivation, but he could see it clearly.

At this moment, another woman suddenly rushed over, bypassed everyone, blocked in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "You're not afraid?"