The Great Dream God

Meng Jin shouted loudly: "Prepare to die!" The sword shadows intertwined with each other, forming a dense and tight giant net, trying to trap Qing Changtian firmly in it, leaving him nowhere to escape. Between the flashing sword shadows, it seemed that one could hear the clanging sound of metal colliding, and the sound was as exciting as a war drum, making people's blood boil.

However, Qing Changtian's injuries had not healed after all, and gradually, he began to find it increasingly difficult to dodge Meng Jin's sharp sword attack like a storm. But there was no panic in his eyes, but instead revealed an extraordinary calmness and wisdom. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. He said in a deep voice: "Meng Jin, do you think you can defeat me like this? It's just a foolish dream!" He cleverly used the exquisite technique of using a little force to dissolve Meng Jin's attacks one by one. His movements were light and clever, like a superb dancer, dancing in the sword shadows, which was amazing.

His eyes were deep and resolute, as if everything in the world was under his control. His calm and composed demeanor made people admire him sincerely. His figure was looming in the sword shadows, as if he was an immortal from the fairyland, extraordinary and untouchable.

Meng Jin felt that the opponent in front of him was not like a warrior who fought bravely in the bloody storm, but more like a well-educated and elegant scholar. He couldn't help but sighed: "Qing Changtian, I have a little more respect for you." But Meng Jin did not show any mercy. He suddenly burst out with supreme power, and a punch was like a meteor across the vast void, with a magnificent momentum like a mountain and sea, and hit Qing Changtian's chest fiercely. Meng Jin shouted angrily: "It's all over!" The punch was mighty and strong, unparalleled, as if it was going to completely smash the world, turn the world upside down, and the sun and the moon were dark. The fist wind whistled past, bringing a violent and fierce hurricane, blowing the surrounding dust all over the sky, making it difficult to open your eyes, as if the world was in chaos.

Qing Changtian retreated without fear. He grasped Meng Jin's fist tightly with his hand, and his knuckles turned white from the force. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's not that easy to defeat me!"

However, the impact force, which seemed to come from a giant beast from the beginning of the universe, was like a surging tide, with a huge momentum like a raging wave, carrying a mighty force that could crush everything in its path, and sweep over mountains and seas, like a thunderbolt, suddenly swept in like a storm. This kind of power seemed to be a terrifying existence bred in the chaos when the world was first created, with endless wildness and tyranny, just like the surging Nujiang River, roaring and shaking the world.

Qing Changtian suddenly felt as if his chest was struck by a giant ancient hammer weighing ten thousand pounds. The excruciating pain was like a strong electric current surging and violently raging like a raging wave, sweeping through every corner and every vein of his body like a storm in an instant with its devastating force.

He couldn't help but let out a dull hum from his throat, a sound filled with painful moans and tenacious forbearance, like the howl of a wounded lone wolf in the dark night.

His entire body seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible, terrifyingly powerful invisible force. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he was uncontrollably flying backwards at an astonishing speed.

In the air, his figure was like a withered yellow autumn leaf that was withering and falling tragically in the bleak and chilly late autumn wind, so lonely and desolate, so weak and powerless.

His clothes whistled violently under the wanton ravages of the wind, like a tattered and riddled battle flag, swaying lonely in the wind, silently expressing his helplessness and fragility, as if telling a tragic song of fate.

His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness. His pupils, as deep as a dark pool, were like an endless abyss of darkness, revealing his helplessness and fragility without any concealment, depicting it vividly.

That look, as if of an orphan abandoned by the world, was filled with endless sorrow and desolation, which made people feel pity for him, and a deep feeling of compassion rose up in their hearts involuntarily.

It seemed as if the whole world was grieved by his miserable situation and fell into a sad atmosphere. The haze in the sky seemed to be weeping for his misfortune, and the whole world was immersed in a heavy sorrow.

Finally, he half-knelt on the ground with difficulty, like a ferocious beast with a serious injury. His body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring endless pain. The red blood slowly oozed out from the corner of his mouth, flowing down like a winding red snake. The shocking scene made people tremble with fear and panic. The blood dripped onto the ground, blooming into beautiful blood flowers, as if it was the dance of his life's withering. His face was as pale as paper, but he still held on tenaciously and refused to fall down easily. His tenacious will moved people.

Under the bright sunlight, the blood flashed with a strange and eerie light, like a dazzling ruby, which was particularly dazzling. The blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground, splashing a bunch of gorgeous blood flowers. He said with difficulty: "I... will never give in..." The blood was like a gorgeous and beautiful flower, blooming freely at the corners of his mouth, but with a kind of poignant beauty and tragic heroism, as if it was a symbol of his unyielding soul. His eyes were still firm, as if telling of his determination and belief, never giving up, never giving in.

Although Qing Changtian was seriously injured, his spirit was still strong. His figure looked particularly tall in the sun, like an immortal monument, witnessing his tenacity and courage. His breathing gradually became rapid, but his eyes never left Mengjin, as if he was waiting for the next challenge.

And Meng Jin, looking at the tenacious opponent in front of him, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Meng Jin looked at Qing Changtian, who was half-kneeling on the ground and covering his chest, and said directly, "You can go now. I won't kill an unarmed person." There was a subtle admiration and pity in his voice. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, perhaps admiration for Qing Changtian, or perhaps a reflection on his own behavior.

Qing Changtian heard this and slowly stood up from the ground. His eyes were as firm as iron, as if burning with an unyielding flame that would never go out. Although his voice was weak, it was as loud as a bell and full of power: "I am a warrior of the Qingque tribe. I must protect my people. Even if I have to fight to the last moment and shed my last drop of blood, I will never retreat!"