There was a person standing opposite, exactly like Kiyohara itself.

The facial features, the way he dressed, and even the injuries on his body were the same as those on Kiyohara himself.

The "Qingyuan" on the opposite side stood still, and he also had no coat, only a white middle coat, and the middle coat was also dyed with a lot of black ash.

The only difference is that the eyes of the person opposite reveal an indifferent brilliance, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The two of them also had scorched hair, untidy clothes, and were injured, but on Qing Yuan's body, they could see a little embarrassed. And the "Qingyuan" on the opposite side, with a tall body, a tall chest, an indifferent expression, a great taste of indifference to everything, no embarrassment, all cold and cold.

Kiyohara was slightly frightened and couldn't help but hold the iron rod.

And Kiyohara, on the other side, also held the same iron rod.

"It's ......"

Qing Yuan was startled, and then stared at it, and then he realized that there was only a wall on the other side, but this wall was extremely smooth, and there was a layer of crystal light on it, which was like a mirror.

"Just a reflection?"

He exhaled, and his tense mind was finally let go of a little, but only then did he realize that something was wrong.

The "Qingyuan" on the other side is not the same as itself, but has different places, such as expressions and so on...... If it is a mirror that reflects its own image, there should be no such differences.

Qingyuan's heart was awe-inspiring, and when he looked up, the wall opposite was still smooth, like a mirror, glowing with a lustrous luster, but ...... The walls were blank, and there was no trace of Kiyohara.

Qingyuan gasped, a chill behind his back, and he was busy looking back.

I saw a person standing in the center of the empty room behind him.

This man is himself!

Another Kiyohara!

The reflection in the mirrored wall appeared in the center of the empty room.

It's just that by this point, it's no longer a reflection.

......

The person who resembled Qingyuan appeared in the empty room from the reflection of the mirror.

He was tall and straight, and despite his injuries and disheveled clothes, he did not look embarrassed.

No matter the appearance, breath, clothing, and even the injury, it is the same as Qingyuan itself.

It's just that the other party's expression is cold and cold, with a cold like frost, indifferent and ruthless taste.

Just when Qingyuan was still stunned, the person on the other side suddenly raised his hand.

In his hand, he held a white jade ruler, about three fingers wide and two and a half feet long, covered with red thunder patterns, spiraling upward, and it was exquisite.

"This is ......"

Qing Yuan's heart shook suddenly, this white jade ruler was the same as the white jade ruler manifested in his condensing building, and there was no difference at all.

If the Qingyuan on the other side is a reflection, but in addition to the difference in the expression of his eyes, then now, there is a difference: Qingyuan himself is holding an iron rod in his hand, and this reflection is a white jade ruler.

"This is the original form of the iron rod?"

Qing Yuan held his breath slightly, he had already guessed about the iron rod, and felt that the white jade ruler manifested in the Condensation Building should be the original appearance of the iron rod. It's just that the iron rod was originally a discarded thing from Zixiao Palace, and it shouldn't be a treasure, so it has never been clued and inconclusive.

What is the relationship between the iron rod and the white jade ruler...... This thought flashed through him, and he suppressed it with the June Impurity Concept.

The "Qingyuan" on the other side was motionless and silent, as if it was really a reflection.

Qingyuan was a little hesitant in his heart, and he didn't know why.

Suddenly, the eyes of the "Qingyuan" on the opposite side burst out with an incomparably dazzling essence, and his expression gradually turned cold, the white jade ruler pointed directly at Qingyuan itself, and between the flesh and blood of his arm, a dark red thunder pattern appeared, which lit up in an instant, turned to the white jade ruler, and suddenly turned into thunder.

Bang!

The red divine thunder came in an instant.

Qing Yuan's complexion changed greatly, and he used his true qi to block the thunder with an iron rod, and his face turned pale immediately, and he recovered in an instant, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back, stepping out one footprint after another, only to feel that his arm was paralyzed, and his heart became extremely dignified immediately.

This red divine thunder is three points more powerful than the divine thunder that he casts himself.

Despite the dark loss, but finally stopped this thunder, Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was about to fight back, but saw that between the opposite "Qingyuan" raised his hand, there was a flame.

Flames are coming!

Qingyuan hurriedly dodged, and saw this flame Dao technique, hitting the rock wall behind him, and immediately the rock was scorched and cracked, and the ground was all scorched black, like black charcoal.

Before Kiyohara could stand up, the ground suddenly cracked, and another thorn of earth came out of the ground.

Qingyuan's heart was awe-inspiring, and his head flashed.

The soil thorns were a few feet, and the thorns did not hit the plain, so they immediately dispersed, turned into a piece of sand, and pounced.

"Can't be so controlled by him...... Qingyuan thought flashed in his heart, and as soon as the iron rod was horizontal, the whole person greeted him and knocked it down.

Rumble!

Qingyuan was shocked to find that his own strength, as if after some healing, had become extremely large, and it actually pierced through the sand with a stick, and the whole person passed through the middle.

He stood still, not thinking about the reason for his strength, but then he saw the guy on the other side slowly raise his hand, and there was already a water balloon in his hand.

Qingyuan's complexion changed suddenly, and he stretched out his hand, and immediately a firelight appeared.

The man on the other side threw the water balloon over.

Kiyohara also knocked the flames through.

Fire and water collide.

But water can overcome fire.

So the flames were extinguished, and the water balloon remained, and it was shot towards Qingyuan itself.

"Broken!"

Kiyohara's iron rod struck, scattering the water balloon and bursting out immediately.

The splashes of water fell on the rock walls on all sides, turning into tiny shallow pits one after another.

......

"He also knows the Tao?"

"He also knows the magic power of thunder?"

Qing Yuan's thoughts turned sharply in his heart, and he was not low in knowledge, and he probably understood the reason.

The person on the other side who is exactly the same as himself must be an opponent who has changed from his own foundation.

This person is the same as himself, the same way, the same way, the same supernatural powers.

It's just that the thunder magic power and the Five Elements Dao technique used by the person on the other side are much more powerful than those performed by Qingyuan himself.

......

These many thoughts flashed through them in an instant.

Qingyuan was not slow, he held the iron rod in his hand, pointed forward, the true qi operated, the thunder pattern appeared on the forearm, and the true qi passed through the thunder pattern to the iron rod, and from the thunder pattern on the iron rod, it flowed to the end, and this true qi was immediately transformed into red thunder, and suddenly hit it.

And at this time, the person on the opposite side did the same, he raised the white jade ruler, the real air turned, and thunder patterns appeared on his forearm, and when he turned the white jade ruler, he turned into a red thunderbolt and shot out from the end of the white jade ruler.

There was a bang, and the thunder reverberate.

The empty chamber shook, the ground trembled, and the rock walls shook off countless rubble.

The two thunderbolts touched, and the thunder of the guy on the opposite side scattered the red thunder that Qingyuan cast, but there was still aftermath to hit.

Qingyuan barely dodged, and the thunder did not hurt itself, but Yu Wei brushed it, but it also injured his arm.