The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood proudly, his figure was like a towering mountain, unshakable. He stared at the monk with cold eyes, exuding an invisible pressure that made people tremble with fear. Under Meng Jin's gaze, the monk couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart, but his hatred made him unable to retreat.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Meng Jin slowly raised the sharp blade in his hand. Under the moonlight, the blade flashed a cold light, like a weapon from hell. His movements were slow and firm, as if every movement contained endless power.

Seeing this, the monk gnashed his teeth and swung the broken knife in his hand again, rushing towards Meng Jin. His movements were crazy and desperate, as if he wanted to die with Meng Jin at this last moment. Meng Jin snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, easily avoiding the monk's attack. His speed was as fast as lightning, making people dazzled.

Then, the sharp blade in Meng Jin's hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake, straight to the monk's throat. The monk tried to dodge in fear, but it was too late. With a scream, the monk covered his throat and fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

However, the monk with the big knife was not frightened by the difficulties in front of him, and he did not have the slightest thought of retreating. He tightly grasped the broken handle of the knife, and his eyes were burning with a mad flame. He was like a wild beast that was completely out of control. He ignored everything else and continued to rush forward frantically.

He was extremely agile, with muscles all over his body taut as strings. Every step he took carried an incomparable and majestic momentum, as if there was no force in the world that could hinder his firm steps. His courageous momentum was like a surging wave, unstoppable and unstoppable; it was also like a meteor that streaked through the night sky, with dazzling light, rushing towards the set goal without hesitation. His existence was like an insurmountable barrier, exuding an indestructible and powerful aura, which shocked people.

Meng Jin showed no fear. He held the sword tightly in his hand. The cold light on the sword was like a sharp lightning, trying to tear apart the endless darkness. His eyes were firm and sharp, revealing a fearless courage. He rushed towards the monk without hesitation.

The weapons in the hands of the two men suddenly and violently collided with each other in the air. At that moment, sparks burst out like stars, shining brightly, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, illuminating the chaotic world as bright as day. The sound of the fierce collision was like thunder, shaking the entire space, as if to completely shatter all obstacles in this world. And their figures, in this bright spark and dazzling light, seemed even more heroic and fearless, like the arrival of the god of war, exuding a powerful aura that made people shudder.

In this fierce battle, the monk holding the big knife was like a bright star, suddenly bursting out with an incredible and shocking power. His majestic momentum was like a surging wave, and like a billowing smoke covering the sky and the sun, sweeping in with an overwhelming force, as if the devil had come to this world. He exuded endless majesty and terror, and the powerful force was like a destructive storm. Wherever it went, everything was afraid, as if it wanted to ruthlessly destroy everything in the world and turn it into a desolate ruin.

He suddenly exerted his strength and swung the heavy sword in his hand. In an instant, the sword light was like thunder and lightning, slashing down with a devastating force. With a "swish", Meng Jin's head was instantly separated from his neck like a ripe fruit, and his skull rolled to the ground with a dull sound. At the same time, blood spurted out like a surging spring, drawing shocking arcs in the air, and then spilled wantonly, dyeing the earth into a creepy crimson. The extremely tragic scene, like the scene of hell presented in the world, made people's hearts tighten involuntarily, and fear surged into their hearts like a tide, making them tremble with fear.

However, at this critical moment, Meng Jin used his dream skills at the critical moment. In an instant, a mysterious and powerful force surged out of his body like a surging tide, quickly enveloping the monk with the broadsword. In an instant, the monk with the broadsword fell into an illusory world. In his illusion, he had successfully cut off Meng Jin's head, and a feeling of pride surged in his heart. He laughed wantonly, and the laughter echoed in this empty place, which seemed particularly eerie and terrifying, like the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Meng Jin's star-like eyes burned with a determined flame, and his figure was like lightning that cut through the night sky, swift and firm. He made his move without hesitation, and his figure was like the arrival of the god of war, majestic and magnificent. His clenched fist seemed to contain an infinite power of the universe singularity, and was like an unparalleled world-destroying cannonball, carrying a tremendous force that could destroy everything, and smashed into the chest of the monk with a thunderous force, like a violent storm.

In Tianlong Temple, the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Meng Jin clenched his fist tightly, and all the strength in his body was concentrated on this fist. His eyes were burning with righteous anger, and that power seemed to come from the mysterious power of ancient times, containing the terrifying power that could destroy everything in the world.

"This punch is for justice! It's for revenge! It's a judgment on you evil people!" Meng Jin roared, his voice echoing in the empty Tianlong Temple.

There was a loud bang, like thunder from the sky exploding in my ears. The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, deafening, and the sound was like a surging tsunami, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The chest of the monk with the big knife was instantly hit by this devastating force, and an extremely large hole suddenly appeared.

"Ah!" The monk with the broadsword screamed in pain, "You damned fellow!"

Meng Jin looked at him coldly and said, "The sin you committed is unforgivable!"

The wound was like the entrance to a dark abyss, shocking to the eyes. Blood gushed out from the huge wound like surging volcanic magma, interweaving in the air to form a magnificent blood-red scene.

"I...I won't accept this..." The monk with the big knife fell to the ground, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness, "Why is this world so unfair..."