The river is already very wide at this point.

The river banks on both sides are seven or eight meters apart, and three or four meters deep.

The river is turbulent, the sound of water is dull like thunder, and like a galloping horse.

On both sides are woods, green and dense.

Two figures stood under the tree in front of them.

The figure on the right is just a little girl, wearing a blue and white dress, black hair and white skin, delicate facial features, and a pure crystal luster in her eyes.

This is the little girl who was defeated by Kiyohara before.

The woman on the left is dressed in white, which looks like Frost and Snow, and has also met once.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, her skin is like cream, and she has a delicate and flawless face, and her eyebrows are cold and cold.

"It's her..."

Qingyuan's body suddenly stiffened, and a wisp of coldness arose from his back, rising up, and reaching the back of his head, penetrated into the bone marrow.

When he was heading to Gu County that day, he passed a small town on the way. Qingyuan was once stolen by a little girl, but he was not investigated. At that time, he and Gu Cang once saw a woman in white who was distributing food to the widowed children.

At that time, the woman in white only looked at them and made Qingyuan and Gu Cang fall into an ice cave, deep in the cold and frost.

Facing such a stunning woman, there may be countless men who want to attract her attention.

But Kiyohara, who looked at her, was an exception.

I looked at each other before, and it was already heartbreaking, but now... I'm afraid it's not just a glance...

"It seems that it is not an ordinary monk."

Kiyohara said in his heart: "It seems like a big trouble."

...

Under the tree, two figures stood quietly.

The cold and frosty woman in white looked at the little girl and asked, "Yu Ling, is it him?"

The little girl nodded, stretched out her white orchid-like finger, pointed at Qingyuan, and said, "Senior Sister, he beat my mother to death and bullied me..."

"good."

The woman in white nodded and looked at Qingyuan.

Qingyuan's whole body became cold. Even though his Taoist practice was much higher than that at that time and had reached the state of great success in refining shape, he still felt like falling from ice.

The peak of the third heaven!

He even touched that barrier, almost breaking through this state, and becoming a superior person.

"Huanhua Pavilion...Lu Yushuang."

The woman in white slowly drew her sword.

The sword blade is clear, like a pool of clear water.

As her mana power was circulating, the blade was covered with a thin white frost.

Qingyuan held her breath slightly, and her heart became more and more shocked.

Huanhua Pavilion is a vast sect in the extreme south, equivalent to the Shouzhengdao Sect in Middle Earth, and was passed down from the Colorless and Foggy Heavenly Lord in the South.

The colorless and foggy Heavenly Lord in the south is also a Taoist ancestor who has mastered merit and created a lot and has set foot in Hunyuan.

The woman in white in front of her should be a true disciple, not an ordinary person. In other words, the martial arts and magical powers she learned are all true disciples of the Taoist ancestors.

Qing originally wanted to explain, but it seemed difficult to explain.

A soothing sound!

Lu Yushuang is cold-hearted and has no warning to take action. She swept her sword and was so cold that she was so cold.

When Qingyuan came to his senses, he came to his eyes with a sword.

Before the sword blade arrived, the wind was cold.

“So fast…”

He had no time to hide, so he had to push the iron rod forward.

The tip of the sword touches the iron rod.

Even though Qingyuan had great strength, he could hardly hold the iron rod and almost fell backwards.

Qingyuan thought it was not good, so he leaped back and took off.

At this moment, the sound of the iron rod and the sword touching came from his ear.

A strange color flashed in Lu Yushuang's eyes, and then she waved the sword.

A white light flew over the sword blade.

The Qingyuan man was in mid-air and was frightened to see this and tried his best to turn his body around.

The white light brushed across his side.

A corner of the clothes condenses into it, and then turns into frost, shattering and dispersing.

The white light fell on the rock behind him.

The rock turns into ice.

Then with a bang, it turned into a tiny piece of ice chips.

"This is the third level of heaven, the means after condensing the magic and mind... with a wave of it, it is Taoism..."

Qingyuan turned over and landed on the ground and looked up, another white light came.

He was shocked and threw his hand away. The fire talisman came out of his hand and turned into a ball of flame, facing the white light.

The white light is frost, and the fire talisman is flame.

Fire can melt ice, so it overcomes it.

Another dull sound.

The flames are extinguished.

The white light only dimmed a little, and then came towards Qingyuan again.

Kiyohara took a breath and had no time to dodge, so she had to hit the iron rod forward.

The front end of the iron rod hits the white light.

The white light dissipated, the ground frost was everywhere, and the grass condensed.

And the iron rod suddenly became cold.

Qingyuan felt that the palm of the iron rod was holding the iron rod, and suddenly he held the ice. In an instant, the palm became stiff and the palm almost lost consciousness.

But surprisingly, the woman in white suddenly stopped.

Qing originally thought that the woman in white would take advantage of the situation, but she didn't expect that she would stop and let go of the good advantage. But when she thought about it carefully, the two of them had too much difference in their practices. This disciple of Huanhua Pavilion named Lu Yushuang has always had an irreversible advantage, and there is no question of letting go.

He used his true qi, activated his blood, and changed his iron rod, then looked at the other party and smiled and said, "It's really unreasonable."

After the words fell, Qingyuan suddenly threw his hand forward.

Throw something out.

It was an iron ball, about the size of a fist.

Iron God!

Lu Yushuang waved the sword and a white light flashed.

The Iron God's gall turned into two halves in a hollow, fell to the ground, covering the surface with a thin layer of ice.

Qingyuan felt a sense of sternness. He was trying to use the Iron God Brave to accidentally inspire the Iron Spear and hurt people. However, the woman waved her sword and divided the Iron God Brave into two in the air. Before the Iron God Brave could get close, it turned into two halves of scrap iron, making it useless.

Lu Yushuang pointed straight at Qingyuan with a sword and said, "Just let my junior sister reason with you."

Her voice was cold, like frost, and then she raised her sword.

"I'm afraid I can't talk about her, so... I'll let it go!"

Before she fell with her sword, Kiyohara waved three things with one hand.

On both sides, there are tiger and wolf wood carvings wrapped in talisman paper.

The middle one is the Iron God.

"Are there only these little things?"

Lu Yushuang turned his sword in the air.

One sword transformed into three sword lights.

The sword light is like white frost.

The iron god in the middle instantly split into two.
To be continued...