On the river.

A dragon is raising its head.

Suddenly.

The water flows rapidly, creating huge waves.

Zhao Rong was shocked.

At first glance, you'll see a pair of blood-capturing eyes.

Take a second look.

Thousands of meters away, a dragon with its head raised was rushing towards them with huge waves that were dozens of feet higher than the surface of the river.

It seemed as if the dragon boat would be smashed to pieces in the next moment.

Drown everything.

Zhao Rong's breath was choked.

The part of the dragon that protruded above the water was several dozen feet long, and its entire body was unknown how long it was.

It looks like a snake, covered with scales, with dragon whiskers and unformed horns on its head, a white baby on its neck, ochre on its chest, and two feet exposed above the water.

At this time, its whole body was blood red, and its eyes were also red. A closer look revealed that there were countless wounds on the dragon's body, and the blood was flowing non-stop.

Only when washed by river water occasionally can the white dragon's body briefly appear.

It turned out to be a bloody, thin-necked white dragon.

now.

Su Xiaoxiao was in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

It seemed as if it felt the stiffness of his body and the accelerated heartbeat, or it seemed to be attracted by the unusual sound of the river.

She raised her head alertly like a deer, and the first thing she saw was her lover's strange expression.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head following Zhao Rong's gaze, and the next moment her beautiful eyes widened.

"Ah! This... this is..."

Zhao Rong was extremely anxious. He pursed his lips tightly and looked around quickly, trying to find a way to escape.

But above this big river, there is rolling water all around.

Even a dragon boat as big as a mountain is just a drop in the ocean.

The white dragon that was less than a kilometer behind the boat and was about to collide with the dragon boat was surrounded by huge waves of a hundred meters.

The dragon boat was sailing in the central channel of the river, and the white dragon with a blood-red body was also walking in the middle of the river.

At this time, even if the dragon boat deviated from the course, or the white dragon moved out of the way.

It was of no avail, because the huge waves brought up by the white dragon were enough to overturn the dragon boat.

Not to mention that the aggressive white dragon had no intention of giving way or stopping.

The dragon boat and the dragon were about to catch up with each other in the next moment.

He and Su Xiaoxiao had no way to escape.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, and in an instant, he stared at the bloody white dragon, even wondering in his heart whether it was coming for him...

But Zhao Rong just felt despair in his heart.

The situation around us is changing rapidly.

A thin figure with a sword on his back flew out from somewhere on the dragon boat. It was a young man.

The tiny body of the young man with a sword on his back compares favorably to the huge dragon boat.

It is the difference between an ant and a land elephant.

But.

The man with the sword on his back suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed downwards through the air.

Make a fist and lift it up.

boom--!

The entire huge dragon boat seemed to be lifted up by someone and floated upwards.

The man with the sword on his back raised his fist slower and slower.

The dragon boat rose faster and faster, getting farther and farther away from the river.

Ten feet.

Twenty feet.

Forty feet.

Eighty feet.

Bang--!

Crash——!

A moment.

The dragon boat and the white dragon have already met.

The height of the ship's bottom was still not higher than the huge waves caused by the dragon.

but.

Fortunately, the white dragon raised its head and did not hit the floating ship.

The dragon boat was hit violently by huge waves, and half of its bottom was submerged in an instant. The hull was shaking constantly, but it remained strong.

The exploding water vapor surged to a height of a thousand meters.

A hazy seven-color rainbow vaguely emerged.

The falling water drops turned into a short downpour.

Dragon boat and white dragon.

The two intersect and pass each other.

Everything that just happened happened in just a few breaths.

It caught people off guard and it was over before they could react.

The dragon sailed away, the waves subsided, and the dragon boat returned to the river.

Zhao Rong, who was bending down to hold Su Xiaoxiao's petite body in his arms, slowly straightened up.

He was breathing heavily and staring blankly in the direction where the white dragon left.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang."

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head in Zhao Rong's arms, opened her mouth slightly, looked him up and down, and anxiously checked Zhao Rong's body.

The moment the dragon boat hit the huge wave, Zhao Rong immediately held her in his arms.

At this moment, she frowned, worried that Zhao Rong would be affected by the noise just now.

"I'm fine." Zhao Rong frowned and looked around.

Su Xiaoxiao felt a little relieved when she heard that, and then she felt warm. She raised her little hand and used her sleeve to gently wipe the water stains off his face.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong's expression and said softly, "That dragon should be swimming in the river at Dadu."

At this moment, Zhao Rong was looking closely at the young man with a sword on his back who had just saved the lives of a boatload of people in mid-air.

He was dressed in white cloth and had an ordinary face. The sword on his back, the hilt and the scabbard were all wrapped in layers of white cloth, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

By this time the danger had passed and the passengers on the boat had calmed down. From time to time, monks who had escaped when the big waves came before would fly back to the boat.

There was a lot of noise on the boat, as everyone was thanking the young man with the sword on his back for saving his life.

However, the young man with the sword on his back paid no attention to him. He tilted his head and stared at Jiang Baijiao's departing figure with a frown on his face. His face was expressionless, but the sword behind him was trembling slightly.

Like the chirping of cicadas.

Zhao Rong heard Su Xiaoxiao's words, turned around and asked, "Go to the river?"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and was about to speak, but the next second, she saw Zhao Rong suddenly turn his head and look behind him. Seeing this, she also looked in curiosity.

I saw dozens of rays of light appearing again from the direction where the white dragon had just come from behind.

Then, the sound of wind and thunder came along with the sound of surging river.

Before Zhao Rong could take a closer look, dozens of rays of light were approaching in an instant.

Among the group of escaping lights, three of them suddenly left the team and dispersed.

Most of the remaining escape lights continued to move forward, passing the dragon boat, and chasing the white dragon that was swimming across the river.

Among the three stray lights, two went to the two banks of the river respectively, as if they were chasing the flood that had spread over the mountains and forests on both sides for dozens of miles.

The last beam of light stopped above the dragon boat, not far from the young man with a sword on his back. A handsome young man in white clothes appeared.

The young man in white looked down at the dragon boat below him, breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to the young man with the sword on his back and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your help, otherwise Junior Sister Ning would have made a big mistake. I am Li Yueyang, from Xinran Sect... Eh!"

When the young man in white glanced at the sword wrapped in layers of white cloth behind the young man with the sword on his back, he paused, exclaimed in surprise, and looked a few more times. Then, with his eyes shining, he took a breath and said:

"Are you Senior Brother Jiang?"

Since Li Yueyang came, the young man with a sword on his back just glanced at him and ignored him. He kept his eyes on the direction where Bai Jiao left, hesitating whether to draw his sword.

Hearing Li Yueyang's exclamation, the young man with a sword on his back slowly turned around, looked at Li Yueyang with a dull expression, and suddenly spoke, not answering his question, but asking a question.

"That white dragon, is it from your Xinran Sect?"

Li Yueyang was startled, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He was shocked and hurriedly explained, "Brother Jiang, Sister Ning's identity as an alien has long been registered in your Sikou Mansion. Taiqing Mansion has also confirmed her identity and allowed her to practice in the mansion. Jiang also received a pardon from the Sikou Mansion for this short trip."

After saying that, Li Yueyang took out a piece of golden paper and handed it respectfully to the young man with a sword on his back.

The latter took it, looked down at it for a few seconds, and then returned it without saying a word.

only.

The sword wrapped in white cloth behind him.

In an instant.

The cicadas stopped chirping.