The Great Dream God

Jing Yihong took steady and firm steps, and each step seemed to carry a heavy weight, as if he could leave a deep mark on the earth. In his young body, there was a shocking power, which was like a sleeping beast. Once awakened, it would be enough to shake the world. His eyes were like torches, and there was a determined flame burning in his eyes. He rushed towards Qingyun City without hesitation. His resolute momentum was like a surging torrent, which made people look at him with awe.

Meng Jin's senses were extremely sharp. When the dangerous aura approached like a ghost, his body instantly tensed up like a fully drawn bowstring. The aura that made his heart palpitate was like an invisible sword, instantly stimulating his nerves and causing him to switch to a fighting state without hesitation. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, which was a firm belief in fighting, as if in his heart, fighting was his destiny and a mission that he could not escape. Then, he quickly drew the sword at his waist. The sword flashed with cold light, like a cold lightning in the sun, which made people shudder.

Jing Yihong held the sword tightly in his hand, and the sword seemed to be integrated with his soul and became a part of his body. He rushed out of a slightly dilapidated house like a lightning that cut through the darkness. His speed was so fast, like a violent storm, that people only felt a flash before their eyes, as if he disappeared from the world in an instant and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

At the same time, Meng Jin held his sword across his chest, taking a strict defensive posture. He was concentrating, staring at the front, not daring to slack off. His focused expression seemed as if the whole world was only the enemy in front of him. His body leaned forward slightly, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time.

At this moment, the two figures intersected like two bright meteors, accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the whole world was shaking. This roar was like thunder, exploding in the air, and the powerful sound waves impacted everything around, echoing throughout Qingyun City, allowing everyone in the city to feel the incomparable power.

The powerful impact caused the surrounding dust to fly up like a sandstorm, with flying sand and rocks covering the sky and the sun. The scene was extremely spectacular. The dust spread out and formed a thick curtain, making it almost impossible to see the figures of the two people, as if they had merged into this chaotic world.

Meng Jin only felt a huge force like a surging sea wave, and his body was blown away in an instant as if he was hit by a cannonball. His body drew a long arc in the air, and the trajectory was like a sigh of despair. The blood in his mouth spurted out like a spring, and a sad and beautiful blood mist was sprinkled in the air. The blood mist flashed with a strange light under the sunlight.

He never thought that Jing Yihong, a seemingly young and naive child, could burst out with such powerful strength. This power far exceeded his imagination, and filled his heart with shock and disbelief. His eyes were full of astonishment and fear, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. The despair revealed in his eyes made people feel sad.

A dazzling white light shone from Jing Yihong's body. The light was as bright as the blazing sun, covering his body and making him look like a god descending from heaven. Mysterious runes slowly emerged behind him. Those runes flashed with strange light, as if they contained endless mysterious power, which made people fascinated. Jing Yihong's figure flashed, and he rushed to the sky like a ghost. His speed was so fast that no one could catch up with him, as if he had surpassed the limitations of time and space.

Seeing this, Meng Jin swung the sword in his hand vigorously, and a pure white sword energy roared out like a dragon out of the sea, heading straight for Jing Yihong. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart, making a piercing whistle, as if groaning in pain. The sword energy was like an angry dragon, rushing towards the enemy with its fangs and claws bared, carrying endless murderous intent and destructive power.

Jing Yihong was not afraid at all, his eyes revealed determination and confidence. He stretched out the sword in his hand, swung it upwards, and also released a white sword energy. This sword energy was like a long rainbow, cutting through the sky, with an unstoppable momentum. The sword energy flashed with dazzling light, as if to illuminate the whole world.

The two sword energies collided with each other in an instant like two bright meteors, emitting a brilliant and dazzling light. The light illuminated the entire sky, making it impossible to open your eyes, as if the world had fallen into eternal silence in this light. The light bloomed like fireworks, beautiful and deadly, making people feel an indescribable shock.

However, Meng Jin's sword energy was cut off in an instant during the clash with Jing Yihong's sword energy, just like a fragile branch snapped in the wind, and it seemed vulnerable. Jing Yihong's sword energy continued to move forward, rushing towards Meng Jin in the sky like a sharp blade. The sword energy carried endless power, as if it wanted to destroy everything and turn the whole world into ashes.

Meng Jin was shocked, his eyes were filled with despair and fear. He quickly released a protective shield to try to block the powerful sword energy. The protective shield flashed with a light blue light, and looked extremely solid, as if it could withstand all attacks. However, under the impact of Jing Yihong's powerful sword energy, the protective shield was instantly shattered, and turned into countless fragments and scattered. The fragments fell like stars, and disappeared into the darkness with the last ray of light.

Meng Jin's body was hit hard again, and he was knocked to the ground like a meteorite. He fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, which seemed to be the wail of the earth. Blood continued to flow out of his mouth, like a river bursting its banks, dyeing the land beneath him red. The blood was like a blooming red lotus, blooming its last beauty on this land. He struggled to stand up from the ground, but found that his body was extremely weak, as if all his strength had been drained. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair, as if he had seen his own end.

Jing Yihong slowly landed on the ground, his eyes revealing indifference and disdain, as if in his eyes, Meng Jin was just an insignificant existence. He walked towards Meng Jin, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up, step by step. Every step brought an invisible pressure, and that pressure was like a mountain, pressing Meng Jin so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He walked up to Meng Jin, looked down at him, and said loudly: "Who do you say...can't beat who?" The voice was full of dominance and confidence, echoing over the entire Qingyun City for a long time. The voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Meng Jin's heart hard, and also hitting everyone's heart, making people feel Jing Yihong's incomparable strength and firm belief.