The Great Dream God

Meng Jin tightly grasped the cold sword in his hand, and the sword blade flashed coldly under the moonlight. He looked at Princess Ziyang with a firm gaze and said in a deep voice: "The disputes in this world seem to never end, and the entanglement between us is like this endless river, and it has not ended yet."

Upon hearing this, Princess Ziyang frowned slightly, straightened her graceful yet heroic back, and snorted coldly, "What's the point of your nonsense? The fate between you and me is that unless one of us dies, it will be a dead end until one of us dies!" Her eyes revealed determination and ruthlessness, as if nothing in the world could stop her determination.

Meng Jin took a deep breath, the air was filled with tension, he slowly said: "In this case, there is no other way! We have no choice but to continue this battle!" As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly rose, like a volcano about to erupt.

At this time, Zhang Tianlong, who was beside Meng Jin, did not hesitate to draw out the precious sword inlaid with gemstones at his waist, and the sword body flashed with mysterious light. He stared at the Princess Ziyang in front of him with his eyes like torches, and roared: "Why bother to talk to him! Meng Jin! You attack from the side, I will face the enemy head-on, and we must completely solve it today! This time, I will use the sword in my hand to cut off the head of this woman with my own hands!" After that, he jumped up like lightning and rushed forward quickly.

Hearing this, Meng Jin nodded slightly, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he rushed forward like an arrow from a bow, rushing to the side, his posture agile, like a cheetah. And Zhang Tianlong rushed forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, waving the sword in his hand in the air, the sword force was like a rainbow, releasing powerful shock waves, these shock waves spread around like surging waves, and the air was filled with powerful energy fluctuations.

Seeing this, Princess Ziyang's eyes flashed with disdain. She raised her seemingly weak but powerful fist, and a dazzling white light instantly shone on her body. The light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight. She punched hard at the shock waves that were rushing towards her quickly. The punch was so powerful that the air seemed to be torn apart wherever it went. With a loud "bang", those powerful shock waves were torn into pieces in an instant under her fist like fragile paper and dissipated into the air.

Zhang Tianlong was fearless and continued to rush forward. In a flash, he arrived in front of Princess Ziyang. Princess Ziyang had a cold face and raised her fist again. The white light on her body became more and more dazzling, as if to illuminate the whole world. Zhang Tianlong did not flinch. He raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Die! Desolate and annihilate!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, shocking everyone.

As he roared, brilliant golden lights appeared behind Zhang Tianlong, and these lights were as dazzling as bright stars. Those golden lights quickly turned into sharp swords one after another, suspended in the air, with mysterious runes flashing on the swords, emitting a powerful pressure. Zhang Tianlong raised the sword in his hand high, and the sword also shone with golden light, which danced like flames, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes. The golden swords behind him became more and more, densely packed, like a forest of swords. In the end, he swung the sword in his hand like a baton, and slashed at Princess Ziyang head-on. The sword suspended in the sky also fell towards Princess Ziyang like a rainstorm, and the rain of swords was flying, magnificent, and the whole battlefield was shrouded by this powerful force.

Princess Ziyang stood gracefully before the rain of swords. Her eyes, as bright as stars, showed no trace of fear, but rather a touch of firmness and determination. She opened her red lips slightly, muttering something, as if an ancient spell was echoing in the air. In an instant, the white light on her body gathered like a surging tide, condensing into an extremely large light shield. On the light shield, mysterious runes flowed like a lively elf, emitting an unparalleled strong defense, just like an indestructible fortress.

The swords poured down like a torrential rain, with a fierce momentum, ruthlessly hitting the light shield. For a moment, the roar was like thunder, resounding through the sky; the brilliant sparks bloomed like fireworks, illuminating the entire night sky like day. However, the power of Princess Ziyang was like the vast universe, bottomless, and the light shield in her hand was as solid as a rock. No matter how fierce and violent Zhang Tianlong's attack was, it could not shake it at all.

Meng Jin came quietly from the side like a ghost. A thick black aura lingered on the sword in his hand. The aura spread like billowing black smoke, giving people a creepy and gloomy feeling. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and in a flash, he appeared like a phantom beside the Ziyang County Lord. He suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and the sword force was like a violent hurricane, whistling up. The black aura instantly turned into a series of extremely sharp blades, and rolled towards the Ziyang County Lord with overwhelming force.

Princess Ziyang was quick to sense Meng Jin's attack, and she turned around quickly, with the shield in her hand moving flexibly, accurately blocking Meng Jin's fierce attack. However, Meng Jin's attack did not stop, and he kept swinging the sword in his hand like a storm, and the black aura became more and more dense, like a deep dark abyss, as if it was going to swallow Princess Ziyang whole.

In this extremely fierce battle, the entire battlefield was enveloped by a suffocatingly powerful energy wave. On the ground, shocking cracks spread out like spider webs, and the depth was unseen; the surrounding trees were uprooted under the impact of this powerful force, and the branches and leaves flew everywhere. Sand and stones flew all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had come. The battle between the three people became more and more intense, and every move and every style contained the power to destroy the world, as if it was going to drag the whole world into this endless chaos.

Princess Ziyang was graceful yet powerful. The light shield in her hand shone with a sacred light, forming a sharp contrast with the black aura. Her eyes were as firm as iron, and she faced the enemy's attack without flinching. Zhang Tianlong was aggressive, and every sword he struck carried a determination to kill, trying to break through Princess Ziyang's defense. Meng Jin's attack became more and more weird and eerie, and the black aura was like a devil's tentacle, constantly entwining Princess Ziyang.

The battle became more intense, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere. The runes on the light shield flashed more dazzlingly, as if telling the unyielding will of Princess Ziyang. Zhang Tianlong's sword became more and more fierce, and the collision between the sword and the light shield was deafening. Meng Jin's figure was as elusive as a ghost, and his attacks were as continuous as a tide.

In this chaos, Princess Ziyang remained calm. She skillfully used the light shield to neutralize the enemy's attacks one by one.