The Great Dream God

Jing Yihong was like an arrow shot from a bow, carrying the terrifying power of thunder and lightning, rushing forward at the speed of a gust of wind. Every step he took seemed to make the earth emit a dull roar, and the entire ground trembled slightly. His figure was as fast as lightning, and in a flash, he rushed out like a ghost, leaving only a blurred afterimage in front of people's eyes. In his eyes, the anger was like a blazing flame, and the blazing flame seemed to contain endless power, as if to burn everything in front of him.

This anger burned so fiercely, as if the anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time erupted like a volcano at this moment. His eyes were full of determination and firmness, a kind of desperate determination that made people afraid to look at him.

He raised the sword in his hand high up, and the cold light flashing on the sword was like a cold moon hanging high in the dark night, exuding a creepy atmosphere. A cold sword aura was faintly spreading above the sword, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this sword aura, becoming cold and heavy. This sword seemed to be the embodiment of the anger in his heart, carrying his anger and determination. He vowed to use this sword to completely defeat the enemy in front of him.

At the same moment, a mysterious and ancient rune slowly appeared behind him. This rune contained unfathomable mysterious power, like a door connecting to another mysterious time and space, slowly emitting a deep and mysterious breath. The lines on the rune were complex and ancient, as if they were the mysteries that existed at the beginning of the universe, which made people deeply fascinated. The light on the rune was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it was breathing like a life, as if it was communicating mysteriously and deeply with some unknown powerful force.

The mysterious aura gradually spread, making the surrounding air seem heavy and oppressive, as if time had frozen at this moment. Under the influence of this mysterious aura, the surrounding scenery became blurred, and the whole world seemed to be trapped in a strange and mysterious atmosphere. Then, one after another, extremely sharp swords came out from the runes that were like the gate of time and space. These swords flashed with cold light, and strange and mysterious patterns seemed to flow on the swords. The patterns were like ancient totems, containing mysterious power. They followed Jing Yihong closely and rushed forward bravely together, just like a group of fearless warriors who were not afraid of death and marched forward courageously, with an indomitable momentum.

The appearance of these swords made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield more tense and intense. Each sword exuded a powerful aura, as if they all had their own independent will, vowing to fight side by side with Jing Yihong and completely destroy the enemy. Under the sunlight, the sword body flashed a dazzling light, and the light was like a bright star, gorgeous and dazzling, dazzling.

As Jing Yihong fearlessly charged forward, his figure was like a descending god of war, emanating an aura of resolute fearlessness.

Sword after sword, like bright meteors, rushed forward at an astonishing speed, with an indomitable momentum, heading straight for Mengjin unwaveringly.

The group of swords was like a surging torrent. Wherever they passed, the air was ruthlessly torn apart, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound. The sound was just like the thunder of war drums, cheering loudly for this thrilling battle.

There was a deafening "bang" sound, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. One of the swords, like a cannonball, hit Meng Jin hard with the force of thunder and destruction.

The sword shattered at the moment of impact, turning into countless fragments that flew around like gorgeous fireworks.

Meng Jin was in so much pain that he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. His face was instantly filled with an expression of extreme agony, his facial features were twisted together, and his body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, as if he had suffered the most cruel torture in the world. He was in extreme pain.

Meng Jin only felt a huge force like an overwhelming tidal wave surging over him, as if he was hit heavily by a towering mountain that pierced the sky with the force of a mountain pressing down on him.

The intense pain spread rapidly throughout his body like a poisonous snake, making his internal organs seem to shift at this moment, as if being kneaded fiercely by countless big hands. The pain almost made him lose the ability to think. His eyes were full of fear and anger. The fear enveloped his mind like a haze, and the anger burned in his eyes like a flame. He never thought that Jing Yihong's attack would be so powerful, so powerful that he had no power to fight back under this fierce attack. He could only drift like duckweed in a storm, and could be completely destroyed at any time.

However, at this critical moment, Meng Jin did not choose to sit and wait for death. He quickly performed a seal in the air, his movements were skillful and fast, without any delay. As he moved, a golden energy shield instantly appeared in front of him.

The shield shone with dazzling light, just like a blazing sun, the brilliant light bloomed wantonly, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world. The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, and it exuded an indestructible and unshakable aura, like a towering mountain, giving people an endless sense of security.

The light on the shield was like a gurgling stream, gently and powerfully fluctuating. The light seemed to have life, flowing slowly, and every fluctuation seemed to contain endless energy, as if silently telling of its incomparably powerful defense.

Meng Jin gritted his teeth, and veins on his forehead bulged out. The protruding veins were like winding earthworms, clearly visible. His eyes revealed determination and resoluteness, and he poured all his strength into this shield without reservation. His body trembled slightly, every cell was shouting, every nerve was tense, and he knew clearly in his heart that this was his last line of defense and his hope for survival.

If this shield is broken, he will face a catastrophe and fall into an abyss from which there is no escape. From then on, there will be no place for him in the world and everything he has will come to nothing.

At this critical moment, time seemed to freeze and the air became unusually heavy. Meng Jin's brain was working rapidly, like a high-speed rotating gear, thinking about how to break the situation and escape the impending disaster. His thoughts were surging like a tide, and countless ideas flashed through his mind, but he quickly rejected them.