The Great Dream God

The fight between the three had reached a stalemate; the air around them seemed to have frozen, filled with a tense and murderous atmosphere.

Meng Jin frowned, feeling that the situation was not good.

His gaze turned to Zhang Tianlong, only to see that Zhang Tianlong also had a solemn expression on his face. He took a deep breath, and the heavy breathing sounded particularly clear in the silent atmosphere.

Obviously, they all clearly realized that this was not the moment to waste time and they had to deal with Princess Zi Yang as soon as possible, because they had already caught a glimpse of the blue bird behind Princess Zi Yang and a group of black-robed people brought by the Blue Bird Clan.

The blue bird suddenly waved its arms, and in an instant, a brilliant blue light burst out from its body. The light was as brilliant as a dream, tightly wrapping his body.

Then, a magical scene happened. Countless blue feathers grew rapidly from his body like bamboo shoots after the spring rain, and he seemed to have transformed into a real bluebird.

With a roar, the bluebird rushed forward like an arrow. The golden feathers on his body, under the reflection of the light, flashed as cold as a dagger, which made people shudder.

Meng Jin watched the blue bird rushing towards him aggressively, and he knew in his heart that the blue bird's target was him.

Without any hesitation, he resolutely raised the sword in his hand, the sword flashing with cold light, as if eager for a fierce battle. Meng Jin swung the sword and chopped it fiercely at Qingniao, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

At the same time, the bluebird kept flapping its wings, and the strong wind created by its wings made a whistling sound.

The two men collided with each other in an instant, and for a moment, swords and wings intersected, making bursts of clanging metal sounds that echoed in this empty battlefield, like a fierce battle music.

Bluebird widened his eyes with flames of anger burning in them. He shouted, "If it weren't for you, how could the current situation have happened! If it weren't for you, I would have already obtained the supreme temple inheritance in the sacred temple of our Bluebird clan. How could I have ended up in such an embarrassing situation!" His voice was full of resentment and unwillingness, as if he wanted to pour all his anger on Meng Jin.

Meng Jin was also furious when he heard this. He roared and suddenly a dazzling white light shone from his body. The light was as bright as the sun, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

Then, he released a powerful shock wave, which was like a surging ocean wave, carrying an unstoppable force that fiercely blasted the blue bird away.

The sword in Meng Jin's hand was held horizontally in front of him, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it was still savoring the fierce collision just now.

The bluebird that was flung away quickly stabilized itself after landing. He raised his arms and made an attacking posture, with the feathers on his body standing up like the spikes of a hedgehog, exuding a dangerous aura. Meng Jin looked at the bluebird with cold eyes, a disdainful smile on his lips, and said slowly: "You are not capable enough! Don't you have good luck? In the end, you can't get what you want, and then you get angry at me, an outsider? You are so powerful, bluebird! You are so powerful, bluebird tribe!" His voice was icy cold, as if it could freeze the air around him.

The wind howled like an angry dragon, blowing up dust all over the sky, blocking out the sun. The sound of wind and dust intertwined, playing a prelude to death.

The white light of Mengjin like a bright moon and the emerald green light of the bluebird intertwined and collided with each other, blooming with dazzling brilliance, forming a strange and shocking picture, as if it was the most dazzling painting between heaven and earth.

Zhang Tianlong stood aside, staring at this amazing battle with a solemn expression. His eyes revealed a trace of worry that was difficult to conceal, and the worry was like a haze covering his eyes, but under the haze, there was more determination like steel. He knew very well that the outcome of this battle would be like a compass of fate, determining the direction of their future, whether it would be a smooth road to light or a fall into the abyss of darkness.

Princess Ziyang stood proudly in the distance, her eyes as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, watching the fierce battle in front of her indifferently. Her graceful figure exuded an irresistible majesty, as if she was the master of this battlefield. She seemed to be secretly calculating something in her heart, and a trace of elusive light flashed in her deep eyes from time to time. Behind her, a group of people in black robes stood quietly like ghosts in the dark, their figures looming in the sand and dust, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling. They were like loyal dogs waiting for their master's orders, ready to pounce on their prey at any time.

The bluebird's eyes were wide open, filled with madness and determination, as if it was a demon from hell. "Meng Jin, today is the day you die!" His voice resounded through the sky like thunder, with endless anger and murderous intent. He waved his broad wings again, and the blue light on his wings burned like a burning flame. He rushed towards Meng Jin with the force of thunder. This time, his speed was as fast as lightning, his strength was as heavy as Mount Tai, and the blue light on his body was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

Meng Jin showed no fear; his eyes were full of confidence and courage, like an unshakable mountain.

He faced the Bluebird's attack without flinching, the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.

The sword and the wings collided fiercely again, and sparks as fierce as falling stars burst out in an instant, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The two men engaged in a thrilling life-and-death battle on the battlefield. Every move and every style contained endless power and exquisite skills, as if two peerless dancers were performing their swan songs on the stage of death.

The air around them seemed to be ignited by their fight, and the temperature rose sharply, like a volcano about to erupt. The air was filled with a scorching breath, making people feel as if they were in purgatory.

The bluebird let out a roar and released countless feathers from his body.

Those feathers were like surging waves, like dense raindrops, and even more like bullets fired from a machine gun, rushing in all directions with an overwhelming force.

Each feather contains powerful force, as if it can tear the whole world apart.

Meng Jin's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand began to spin rapidly.

The sword's rotation speed became faster and faster, bringing up a gust of wind and forming a powerful air vortex. The sword was like a high-speed rotating fan, making a buzzing sound.

When the feathers came into contact with the rotating sword, they were instantly cut off and turned into countless fragments that floated in the air.

In front of Meng Jin, a barrier made up of feather fragments formed, like a gorgeous rainbow, but full of the breath of death.