The Great Dream God

On the turbulent battlefield, Zhang Tianlong was like a ferocious lion, emitting endless strength and anger, rushing forward with all his might. His eyes were burning with blazing flames, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him. In front of him, Qingshan was standing there, his eyes full of astonishment and fear. He had never expected that Zhang Tianlong would attack him so quickly, and he was dumbfounded.

Qingshan came back to his senses, and in panic, he swung the heavy chain in his hand and threw it towards Zhang Tianlong. The chain drew a strange arc in the air, like a black python, opening its bloody mouth, trying to devour Zhang Tianlong. However, Zhang Tianlong was not moved at all. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and the sword body flashed with a cold light, like a cold star in the night sky. He raised the sword without hesitation, and continued to slash forward with the force of thunder. His movements were smooth and powerful, and each sword contained endless power, just like chopping melons and vegetables, easily cutting off one section of chain after another. The broken chain flew in the air, turning into countless fragments, scattered on the ground like stars.

After cutting off the chains, Zhang Tianlong's eyes flashed with determination. The sword in his hand was like a flash of lightning, carrying the power to destroy everything, and stabbed towards Qingshan with all his might. Seeing this, Qingshan was shocked. He knew that he could no longer avoid this fatal blow, so he jumped up and tried to dodge Zhang Tianlong's attack with his own body skills. Qingshan's speed was as fast as a star, and his body drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a meteor across the night sky. However, Zhang Tianlong was faster. He was like a phantom, and he caught up with Qingshan in an instant while moving at high speed. He stabbed out the sword in his hand without hesitation, and pierced Qingshan's chest with one sword.

Qingshan's chest was immediately covered with blood, and his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness. He opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream: "How could this happen, how could I be killed so easily!" His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, full of endless pain and regret. However, before he could finish his words, Meng Jin appeared. Meng Jin's eyes were cold, and he threw the sword at his waist at Zhang Tianlong without hesitation. Zhang Tianlong was agile, and he easily took the sword, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He slashed forward with a sword, and the sword was as powerful as a storm! Qingshan's neck was directly cut off, and Qingshan's head instantly fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then stopped.

Zhang Tianlong looked at Qingshan's body, and the anger in his heart still did not subside. He roared: "You slaughtered other people's wives and children, and committed a heinous crime! I also promised before you died that I would kill all your wife and children! Don't do such a cruel thing in the next life!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, making people terrified. After saying this, Zhang Tianlong kicked out with such great force that it seemed to crush the entire earth. His foot kicked Qingshan's head hard, crushing Qingshan's head directly on the ground. The head instantly turned into a pool of blood and flesh, mixed with the mud on the ground, and could no longer be distinguished.

Zhang Tianlong stood proudly, his resolute eyes revealing an unparalleled majesty. Having just completed a series of amazing actions, he slowly turned his head, his eyes like a torch, and stared straight at Princess Ziyang who was dumbfounded at the moment.

Princess Ziyang's face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and her originally beautiful face was now shrouded in fear and despair. Her eyes were full of disbelief and deep regret. She never thought that Zhang Tianlong in front of her was so powerful, so powerful that she felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, so cold and ruthless, as if all the emotions in the world could not touch his cold heart.

Zhang Tianlong did not hesitate at all. He rushed towards Qingyun beside Princess Ziyang with a wild aura like a hungry wolf. Seeing this, Qingyun could not help but feel a strong fear in his heart. The fear spread like a tide, almost swallowing up his reason. However, he also knew clearly that he had no way out. He could only bite the bullet and fight to the death to win a glimmer of hope.

Princess Ziyang gradually came back to her senses in this extreme shock. She tightly grasped the sword in her hand. The gemstones inlaid on the sword body sparkled brightly under the sunlight, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. She clenched her teeth and her white skin flushed with a faint blush due to the force. Her eyes revealed a firm determination. Even in the face of such a powerful enemy, she would never retreat.

With a clear cry, Princess Ziyang rushed towards Zhang Tianlong, waving her sword like a blooming red lotus. The swords in their hands kept colliding, making a deafening sound of overlapping steel. The sound was like an exciting war song, resounding on this battlefield filled with gunpowder, stirring everyone's heart. Every collision splashed countless colorful sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, bright and gorgeous, reflecting the entire battlefield as beautiful as a dream.

Zhang Tianlong's swordsmanship is extremely sharp. Each of his swords contains a powerful force like a tidal wave, as if it can tear the void and make people unable to resist. His figure is like a dragon out of the sea, and his sword is like a storm. Every movement is full of the perfect combination of strength and speed, which makes people marvel. The swordsmanship of Princess Ziyang is light and flexible, like a dancing butterfly, freely shuttling among the flowers. Her sword moves are unpredictable, sometimes like a spring breeze, soft and delicate; sometimes like thunder, fierce and fierce, dazzling and elusive.

In this fierce battle, Zhang Tianlong and Princess Ziyang both exerted their potential to the fullest. Their figures moved on the battlefield as fast as lightning, making it hard to keep up with the eyes. Zhang Tianlong's attack was as fierce as a storm, and each sword carried the momentum of destroying everything, as if he wanted to swallow the whole world under his sword. Princess Ziyang's defense was as solid as a copper wall and iron wall. Her sword was like a smart shield, cleverly dissolving Zhang Tianlong's attacks again and again. For a while, the two were evenly matched, and the whole battlefield fell into a stalemate.

However, as time went by, Zhang Tianlong gradually gained the upper hand. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and each sword was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting through the defenses of Princess Ziyang. The strong pressure was like a heavy mountain, pressing Princess Ziyang so hard that she could hardly breathe. Finally, in an extremely fierce collision, Zhang Tianlong keenly found Princess Ziyang's flaw. The sword in his hand stabbed out like a venomous snake, and directly broke through Princess Ziyang's defenses at a speed that was difficult for people to react.

Princess Ziyang was shocked. At that moment, her eyes were filled with fear and despair. She wanted to dodge, but the sword was so fast that she had no time to react. Zhang Tianlong's sword pierced her shoulder accurately, and blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing her white clothes bright red. Princess Ziyang screamed in pain, and the sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, shrill and miserable. Her body shook a few times, like a dead leaf in the wind, which could wither at any time. But she relied on her tenacious will and barely stood firm. She knew that she couldn't fall down so easily. She had to continue fighting. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she would never give up.

So, Princess Ziyang clenched her teeth, and her originally rosy lips turned pale because of the pain. She raised the sword in her hand again, and the sword trembled slightly in her hand, as if telling the pain and struggle in her heart. But her eyes still flashed with a firm light, and that light was like a bright light in the dark night, illuminating her way forward. She took a deep breath, used all her strength, and launched the final attack on Zhang Tianlong.

The wind on the battlefield whistled past, blowing up Princess Ziyang's hair, and her eyes were full of determination. Her sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and with all her hope and courage, she stabbed at Zhang Tianlong. Zhang Tianlong's eyes were cold, and he faced Princess Ziyang's attack without fear. The two swords intersected again, making a dull sound, sparks flying, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.