The Great Dream God

The frost giant obeyed the order and stretched out his huge palm, trying to block the attack of the fireball. The palm was like an iceberg, emitting bursts of cold air. However, the power of the fireball was too strong. When the fireball came into contact with the palm of the frost giant, a huge energy burst out. The palm of the frost giant was melted in an instant, turning into a pool of water stains, and a large amount of water mist was steaming. The fireball continued to fly forward with an unstoppable momentum. Seeing this, Shangguan Ying quickly cast a spell and formed an ice wall in front of him. The ice wall was like a huge fortress, emitting a cold breath.

"Boom!" The fireball collided with the ice wall, making a loud noise, like a meteorite hitting the earth. The huge impact force made the entire battlefield tremble, and the ice wall shattered instantly, turning into countless ice cubes scattered all over the ground. The collision of ice and fire produced a large amount of water mist, making the entire battlefield hazy, like a dreamlike painting.

Xu Xiaofeng took this opportunity to launch another attack. She flashed and came in front of Shangguan Ying like a flash of lightning. Her speed was so fast that it was impossible to catch her. A flaming sword appeared in her hand. The sword was like a burning fire dragon, and the sword body was flashing with a fiery light.

"Shangguan Ying, prepare to die!" Xu Xiaofeng roared, her voice like an angry lion. She brandished the flaming sword and launched a fierce attack on Shangguan Ying. The flaming sword drew gorgeous trajectories in the air, like a gorgeous dance, but this dance contained deadly danger.

Shangguan Ying quickly raised his sword to block, "clang!" The two swords collided, splashing a string of dazzling sparks, like meteors streaking across the night sky. The strong impact caused both of them to step back a few steps.

"Xu Xiaofeng, you are seeking your own death!" Shangguan Ying said gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" Xu Xiaofeng did not back down, her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness.

As the two men were fighting fiercely, Meng Jin, who was not far away, looked at his wife Xu Xiaofeng, and his heartache surged like a tide, which was beyond words. His eyes were full of tenderness, which seemed to melt everything in the world. He whispered softly: "Xiaofeng, you go back and rest first, I am here, don't worry." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, warming Xu Xiaofeng's tired heart; as firm as a rock, giving Xu Xiaofeng endless strength. That voice seemed to contain a magical power, which made people feel at ease.

Xu Xiaofeng nodded slightly, her eyes full of trust and dependence. "Husband, please be careful." After saying that, she slowly turned around, her lonely and helpless back, looking so sad and beautiful on the battlefield filled with gunpowder. Her figure was like a withered flower, swaying in the wind, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Meng Jin stepped into the battlefield resolutely, holding a long sword in his hand. His eyes were as cold as frost, and the long sword in his hand was shining coldly, like a cold moon in the night sky, emitting a cold breath. He exuded a chilling breath, as if he was an avenger from hell, with endless anger and hatred.

"Shangguan Ying, your opponent is me!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice was like a thunder, exploding on the battlefield.

Shangguan Ying looked at Meng Jin and said with disdain: "Want to challenge me?" His eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

Meng Jin said coldly: "Today, I will seek justice for my wife!" His words were full of firm belief and determination.

As he spoke, Meng Jin brandished his sword and attacked Shangguan Ying. His swordsmanship was as swift and fierce as a storm. The sword in his hand was like a flexible dragon, flying up and down, with sword shadows like weaving, dazzling people. Shangguan Ying was not to be outdone and raised his sword to meet him. His swordsmanship was steady and sophisticated, and each move contained great power. For a while, the two fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who was better. The sound of metal colliding echoed on the battlefield, like an exciting war song.

"Meng Jin, do you think you can defeat me? That's just wishful thinking!" Shangguan Ying mocked as he fended off Meng Jin's attack. His words were full of confidence and arrogance.

Meng Jin replied: "Shangguan Ying, today is the day you die!" His voice was full of anger.

The fight between the two became more intense, and the soldiers around them all stopped their actions unconsciously, their eyes attracted by this fierce duel. Their eyes were full of awe and amazement, as if they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

At this moment, Shangguan Ying's subordinate Qingniao suddenly joined the battle. He held a long whip and whipped towards Meng Jin. The long whip was like a black poisonous snake, winding in the air and making a "snapping" sound.

"Despicable villain!" Meng Jin cursed, his eyes filled with anger and disgust.

Meng Jin had to distract himself from dealing with the Blue Bird's attack, which made his situation even more difficult. However, he did not retreat at all, but became even more courageous. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the enemy.

"I won't let you succeed!" Meng Jin roared, swinging the sword in his hand even faster. The sword shadows were like layers of fine nets, covering the enemy. His figure shuttled across the battlefield, like a flash of lightning, making it impossible to grasp.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and everyone's breathing became rapid. The air seemed to have solidified, filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and blood. The outcome of this battle was related to the fate of too many people, and everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that their side would win.

Meng Jin's sweat fell like rain, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat, but his eyes were still firm. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, to seek justice for his wife and fight for justice. Every attack he made contained his hatred for Shangguan Ying and his pursuit of justice.

Shangguan Ying also felt the strong pressure from Meng Jin, and he began to feel uneasy. He did not expect Meng Jin to be so tenacious and brave. He began to regret that he had underestimated the enemy, but now there was no way out, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to fight.

The bluebird's long whip was like a black lightning, constantly whipping Meng Jin. Meng Jin dodged left and right, and at the same time had to deal with Shangguan Ying's attack, looking a little embarrassed. But he did not give up, he was looking for an opportunity, waiting to give the enemy a fatal blow.

On the battlefield, smoke spread like rolling dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouding the entire battlefield in a haze. The tense atmosphere was like a tight string that had been stretched to the extreme, as if it would break at any time. Shangguan Ying stood proudly on the head of the frost giant, his eyes as cold as frost, staring at Meng Jin in front of him, the anger and unwillingness in his heart were like a blazing fire, hot and violent.