The Great Dream God

Qingyue looked in a state of disgrace, his clothes were ragged and his hair was messy, but the cruelty in his eyes was as intense as a raging fire, as if he wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. He launched an attack again without hesitation, with a crazy momentum, like a beast trapped in a desperate situation. He roared: "Xu Xiaofeng, today it's either you or I!" The voice exploded in the air like thunder, carrying endless hatred and determination.

Xu Xiaofeng faced Qingyue's fierce attack without fear. Her figure danced in the air like an ethereal and agile butterfly. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, like the clouds in the sky, gorgeous and charming. She sneered in response: "Qingyue, do you think I'm afraid of you?" The confidence and disdain revealed in those words were like the cold wind in the cold night, which made people shudder. The long knife in her hand, under her waving, was like a bright sun, blooming with countless brilliant and dazzling lights. These lights intertwined to form a gorgeous light curtain, and the light was so dazzling that it seemed as if the brightest stars in the universe gathered here. The light curtain and Qingyue's attack collided violently with each other. Every collision broke out with a deafening sound like thunder, and the sound resounded through the sky, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.

Qingyue gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Xu Xiaofeng, I won't let you go!" His face was twisted with anger, and his eyes were full of madness and murderous intent. Xu Xiaofeng said contemptuously, "That depends on whether you have the ability!" Her eyes flashed with a cold light, as if they could freeze everything. In an instant, the entire camp was shrouded in their shocking battle, as if they were caught in a doomsday catastrophe. The air was filled with thick gunpowder and a tense atmosphere. The gunpowder spread like a ghost, making it difficult to breathe; the tense atmosphere was like a heavy yoke, pressing people to breathe.

In this fierce battle, Xu Xiaofeng's power seemed to be an endless source, constantly flowing out of her body. Each of her attacks contained the power to destroy the world, like surging waves, one after another, making Qingyue gradually feel powerless. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, and each move contained endless power, which was amazing.

Qingyue began to feel regretful. He realized that he might have seriously underestimated Xu Xiaofeng's true strength. He panted and said, "Xu Xiaofeng, I underestimated you!" His voice was full of helplessness and despair. Xu Xiaofeng responded loudly, "It's too late now!" Her voice was as loud as a bell, shocking. At this moment, Qingyue was in a desperate situation. His retreat had been cut off. He could only grit his teeth and fight to the death, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Meng Jin witnessed this thrilling scene with his own eyes. The anger in his heart was like an erupting volcano, hot and violent, surging and uncontrollable. He shouted angrily: "Qingyue, you evil villain, today is your death!" His voice resounded through the world like a dragon's roar, with endless majesty and anger. He only felt an incomparable power, like a surging torrent, rushing out from the depths of his heart. This power was both his gnashing anger against the enemy and his persistent pursuit of justice. The power was so strong that it seemed to be able to destroy all evil and injustice.

Driven by this force, Meng Jin's muscles instantly tightened like steel, veins bulged, like a winding dragon, full of endless power. His body exuded a terrifying aura, like an enraged peerless lion, majestic and frightening. His eyes flashed with a determined light, as sharp as a sword, as if it could pierce through all darkness and evil.

Meng Jin, like a god of war, burst out with shocking power and launched a violent attack on Qingyue. He shouted: "Qingyue, die!" His voice roared like thunder, shaking the entire battlefield. His offensive was like thunder, carrying the power of destroying the world, as if he wanted to devour the entire world. Every attack was accompanied by a majestic momentum that was difficult to resist. The majestic momentum seemed to change the color of the mountains and rivers and move the world.

Qingyue was caught off guard by this overwhelming attack. He shouted in horror: "Impossible, how can you be so strong!" His voice was full of fear and disbelief. He never thought that Mengjin could burst out with such earth-shattering power. Under Mengjin's fierce attack like a storm, Qingyue's body was instantly cut into two pieces, and blood splashed out like a fountain. The scene was horrible, like a scene from hell. The blood dyed the earth red, as if the land was crying for Qingyue's sins.

Meng Jin knew that today was a rare and perfect opportunity. His eyes flashed with an unwavering light, like a bright star, illuminating the entire dark world. He said loudly: "Soldiers, follow me to Wolong City!" His voice was full of lofty sentiments and ambitions, which made people's blood boil. So he made a prompt decision and led the army to Wolong City like a surging torrent. The mighty team was majestic, like a giant dragon that never stops galloping. Wherever they passed, dust flew, covering the sky and the sun, and the earth trembled, as if trembling for their arrival. The flying dust, like a thick curtain, enveloped the entire team, adding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

However, when they arrived outside Wolong City, they were surprised to find that Shangguan Ying had already led his troops to occupy the city. On the city wall, Shangguan Ying's figure stood proudly, like a mountain towering into the clouds, unshakable. He was dressed in gorgeous armor, shining brightly under the sunlight, and the light was like a sharp blade, stinging people's eyes. He shouted proudly: "Mengjin, you are late!" His eyes were full of pride and arrogance, as if telling the world that everything in the world is under his control, and he is the master of this world. His posture is upright, exuding an unparalleled majesty that makes people afraid. That majesty is like a heavy mountain, which makes people breathless.

Meng Jin glared at Shangguan Ying and shouted, "Shangguan Ying, you despicable villain, I will definitely take you down today!" His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn Shangguan Ying to ashes. Shangguan Ying laughed, "Just you? You don't know your own abilities!" His laughter was full of contempt and disdain, and the laughter echoed in the air, making people feel extremely angry.

In an unknown corner, the seriously injured Qingfeng silently witnessed all this. His heart was filled with endless grief and resentment, and he secretly made a resolute decision. He gritted his teeth and said to himself: "I won't let it go, I must make you pay the price!" At this moment, his limbs were formed by energy, like a phantom flame, and his eyes flashed with a firm light like iron. Although his body was scarred, like a broken porcelain, it could fall apart at any time, but his will was as indestructible as steel. The scars were like ugly scars, engraved on his body and in his heart, but this made him more determined to take revenge.

He dragged his scarred body with difficulty and slowly stood up. Every movement seemed extremely difficult, as if his body no longer belonged to him, but his eyes were full of determination. He murmured: "I want to go to Kyoto, I want to become a powerful cyborg, I will come back!" His voice was weak, but full of power. He took heavy steps, moving north step by step. Although the steps were as heavy as a mountain, they contained endless determination and indomitable spirit. His figure seemed particularly lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun. The afterglow was like a layer of golden gauze, covering him, as if seeing him off.

He decided to go to Kyoto and seek refuge with the current emperor, Princess Ziyang, hoping to use her power to transform his body into a powerful cyborg. He knew that this was his only hope and the only way for him to get revenge. He wanted to make those who had hurt him pay a heavy price. He wanted to let them know that Qingfeng would never be defeated easily. He would come back with endless anger and determination for revenge and completely destroy them. The anger was like a burning flame, igniting his heart and filling him with strength and courage. The determination for revenge was like a firm seed, taking root in his heart and growing continuously until it became a towering tree, sheltering him from the wind and rain and guiding him in the direction of progress.