The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood proudly in front of the battle, his eyes as bright as torches, and extremely determined. The strong fighting spirit burning in his eyes was like a raging flame, as if he wanted to burn all the enemies in the world who stood in his way and turn them into ashes. He cast his eyes towards Wolong City without hesitation, and the faith in his heart was like an eternally shining, never-extinguished lighthouse, which unswervingly illuminated his way forward in the endless darkness and guided him to the other side of victory.

At this time, the garrison commander of Wolong City was Qingfeng, who was competitive and a real strong man. He was tall and straight, standing like a pine tree, with a resolute face, as indestructible as fine iron. His eyes revealed an unparalleled confidence and majesty, as if everything in the world was under his control. He was wearing a black battle armor, which shone with a cold light under the sunlight, just like the god of war from hell, exuding a chilling breath.

Facing the fierce force of the Mengjin army, Qingfeng showed no fear. There was a gleam of confidence in his eyes, and that light was dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly, illuminating the journey he was about to embark on. He resolutely made the decision to go out of the city to fight, and his firm steps were steady and powerful. Every step seemed to loudly announce his determination and courage to the world, like a huge bell, shocking people. The spear in his hand was flashing with a cold light, which was cold and sharp, as if silently longing for the nourishment of blood, longing to bloom its deadly light on the battlefield.

Meng Jin stared at the direction of Wolong City, the fire of war in his heart burning more and more vigorously. Behind him was the army with high morale, their eyes were also full of desire for victory. The wind whistled past, blowing up Meng Jin's battle robe, making a rustling sound, as if playing a prelude to the upcoming fierce battle.

After Qingfeng left the city, his eyes shot straight at Mengjin. The two people's sights met in the air, as if they collided with countless sparks. At this moment, it seemed that there were only the two of them in the world, and everything around them became blurred. They exuded a strong aura, which was the breath of the strong and the persistent pursuit of victory.

Meng Jin was like a fierce beast that had broken free from its restraints. A frenzied aura emanated from his body, and his mighty power seemed to crush everything around him. His eyes were wide open, burning with endless anger, and he stared at Qing Feng intently, as if his eyes could devour him.

"Qingfeng, today is the day you die!" Meng Jin roared, his voice resounding through the heaven and earth like thunder. His figure was as swift as lightning, and he launched a fierce attack towards Qingfeng like a tidal wave.

"Hmph, you?" Qing Feng raised his lips slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. His posture was like a pine tree standing in the wind, motionless.

Meng Jin's fists carried the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Every time he punched, the air made bursts of explosions, as if the void was about to be torn apart by him. His attacks were as dense and fierce as a storm, making it hard to keep up.

"Take my punch!" Meng Jin shouted, and his fist blasted towards Qingfeng like a cannonball.

Qing Feng was not in a hurry. He dodged Meng Jin's attack easily. "Meng Jin, is this all you have?" Qing Feng mocked.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Jin was furious and launched a more violent attack. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult to grasp.

However, Qingfeng was like the water in a tranquil lake, without any ripples. With his exquisite skills of using only a little force to move a great weight, he easily resolved Meng Jin's fierce attacks again and again. His figure was as light as catkins in the wind, dancing with the wind, agile and free.

"Meng Jin, your attack has no effect on me." Qingfeng said lightly.

"Impossible! I don't believe it!" Meng Jin attacked frantically, his aura becoming more and more violent, as if he wanted to destroy the entire world.

Qing Feng's every move was just right and accurate, as if he had gone through countless careful calculations and repeated rehearsals. His eyes were always as calm as water and as deep as the abyss, without the slightest panic or fear.

"Meng Jin, stop it, you are no match for me." Qingfeng said.

"Don't even think about it! I must defeat you today!" Meng Jin said gritting his teeth.

At this moment, Qing Feng displayed the mysterious Tai Chi field. This magical power instantly became like a hazy light curtain, tightly enveloping Mengjin.

"What is this?" Meng Jin looked at the changes around him in surprise.

The Tai Chi realm was like a huge whirlpool, slowly rotating and emitting a mysterious and deep light, just like the endless mysteries in the depths of the universe.

Meng Jin fell into the Tai Chi field, and the scene before him made him feel extremely shocked and stunned.

"I don't believe that I can't break your broken domain!" Meng Jin tried his best, gathered all the strength in his body into his fist, and suddenly punched the mysterious Tai Chi pattern in front of him.

"Boom!" That punch contained his endless anger and unwillingness. However, the moment his fist touched the Tai Chi pattern, the seemingly indestructible Tai Chi pattern shattered instantly, turning into countless fragments, and attacked him like a violent rainstorm.

"Ah!" Meng Jin screamed. The fragments flashed with strange and brilliant light, as dazzling as stars. Shocking scars were cut on Meng Jin's body. The scars were like the mouth of a hideous devil, devouring his skin wantonly.

His skin was mercilessly cut, blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his clothes red. The blood was like a bunch of blooming flowers, blooming on his body, but it looked so sad and tragic.

A painful expression appeared on Meng Jin's face, and his distorted countenance seemed to tell of the great pain he was enduring.

"What do you think, Meng Jin? Are you still not going to admit defeat?" Qing Feng looked at Meng Jin, who was lying on the ground in agony, with cold eyes and said slowly. His voice echoed in the empty field, with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

"Give up?!" Meng Jin gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words with difficulty. He tried to struggle to stand up, but the shocking scars on his body were like sharp blades, constantly piercing his nerves, making every move he made difficult.

"Why are you doing this?" Qing Feng sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness on his face. The breeze blew, and his hair fluttered gently, but it could not hide the indifference in his eyes at all. "You clearly know that you are no match for me. Struggling like this will only make you more miserable."

"I can easily deal with you!" Meng Jin's eyes were blazing with anger, and he shouted with all his strength. The voice seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, with endless determination and unyielding will. Although his body was already covered with scars, his eyes still flashed with a firm light, as if telling Qingfeng that he would never give up.