The Great Dream God

The countless swords beside Jing Yihong were like a violent rainstorm of swords, with the power to destroy the world and the resolute will, rushing madly towards the energy shield standing in front of him with overwhelming force. Each sword seemed to be the embodiment of Jing Yihong's inner anger and determination. They streaked through the void like meteors, with sharp and piercing whistles, and slammed into the shield.

For a moment, the crackling sound was continuous like firecrackers, resounding through the sky and reaching the sky. The sound was like thunder, as if it would shake the whole world to pieces, making everything in the world tremble. Every collision between the sword and the shield made the light on the shield tremble slightly. The light swayed under this violent impact, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it could be extinguished and dissipated at any time like a dream bubble.

The swords were torn apart in the collision, breaking into countless fragments. These fragments scattered like stars, dazzling and brilliant, just like the gorgeous stars falling in an instant, casting a brilliant and dazzling brilliance on the ground. They flashed with strange and mysterious light, as if whispering about the tragic and tragic nature of this fierce battle, which moved people.

However, Jing Yihong showed no intention of retreating. His eyes were as firm as steel, and there was a raging rage in his deep eyes. The rage was surging, as if it wanted to burn everything in the world to ashes. There was only one unshakable belief in his heart, that is, to completely defeat Meng Jin and seek justice for himself. This belief was like a blazing flame, burning in his heart, constantly giving him endless strength and fearless courage.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he arrived in front of the energy shield in an instant. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and the sword seemed to be perfectly integrated with his soul and had become a part of his body. The strength of his whole body was like a surging tide, and it was gathered on this sword without reservation. The veins on his arms were bulging like a dragon, and his muscles were tense as if they were made of steel. Every muscle contained shocking power.

Then, he used all his strength to slash forward fiercely. This sword condensed his anger, his determination, his faith, and all his strength. Accompanied by a dazzling light that suddenly bloomed, the light was just like the dawn at dawn, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day. Under this light, Jing Yihong's figure appeared even taller and more majestic. He seemed to have transformed into an invincible god of war, standing proudly between heaven and earth, making people afraid.

The sword in his hand seemed to become the core of the world at this moment, attracting the attention of everyone present. The golden shield in front of Meng Jin seemed so fragile in the face of this suffocating force. With a crisp cracking sound, the shield was split in two by the sword, and the light gradually dimmed. The once indestructible shield finally couldn't bear the heavy load under Jing Yihong's powerful attack, and it was completely shattered, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground, like withered petals.

Jing Yihong's figure was as elusive as a ghost. He was as fast as lightning and arrived in front of Meng Jin in the blink of an eye. The sword in his hand pointed directly at Meng Jin's heart, and the tip of the sword flashed with a cold and piercing light, which made people shudder. His voice was as loud as a bell, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Today, you will die!" His voice was full of endless anger and determination, as if it was a severe judgment from hell, making people feel an irresistible majesty. There was no mercy in his eyes, only hatred for the enemy and a persistent pursuit of justice.

Meng Jin was extremely frightened at this time. His eyes were wide open, full of despair and fear. He seemed to have seen his tragic end with his own eyes, a horrible picture full of blood and pain. His body involuntarily retreated back, trying to avoid Jing Yihong's fatal attack. However, he also knew in his heart that at this moment, escape was meaningless, and he had to face this powerful enemy bravely.

"Are you really going to take it to the extreme?" Jing Yihong's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted in grief and indignation, "You were the first to come to my house and smash, loot, and burn, and you beat me up! What do you mean by taking it to the extreme!" His voice was full of grief and resentment, and that strong emotion seemed to want to vent all the anger in his heart without reservation. His words were like sharp swords, piercing deep into Meng Jin's heart, leaving him no way to escape and no place to hide.

Meng Jin gritted his teeth, a look of determination appeared on his face. He knew that he had no way out. This battle was either you or me. He struggled to perform another seal in the air. His movements seemed a little slow, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Under the light, the beads of sweat sparkled with a crystal clear luster, as dazzling and charming as pearls.

As he formed a seal, a huge golden magic circle appeared behind him. The runes on the magic circle flashed with dazzling light, as bright and brilliant as stars, dazzling people. The runes on the magic circle kept jumping, as if telling of an ancient and mysterious power. The power spread, making the surrounding air extremely heavy, as if even breathing became difficult.

At the same time, Meng Jin's eyes lit up with golden light. He exhaled and said firmly, "Then I'll play with you seriously!" His voice revealed a hint of determination, as if he had made up his mind and was fully prepared for a desperate fight. At this moment, Meng Jin exuded a powerful aura that seemed to devour everything around him, making people feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He, Meng Jin, is a generation of God King after all! He has his own pride and dignity, and he will never be defeated easily. Even though he is facing the powerful Jing Yihong, he will not retreat at all. He will use his own strength to prove his worth and defend his honor.

Jing Yihong thought the same thing. As a martial master, why should he be afraid of this rat in front of him? He was full of confidence in his own strength and firmly believed that he could defeat the enemy in front of him. His eyes were full of confidence and determination. He wanted to use his sword to seek justice for himself and fight for his dignity. In his heart, justice will be upheld and evil will be completely eliminated.

On this battlefield filled with gunpowder and flames, the two men's momentums collided fiercely, stirring up countless dazzling sparks. This battle is destined to be a thrilling life-and-death contest, and the final victory or defeat is still full of suspense...

Jing Yihong's breathing became rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and sweat dripped from his forehead like rain. But his eyes remained firm, staring closely at Meng Jin in front of him, and the sword in his hand did not tremble at all.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Meng Jin's eyes. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. As he moved, the golden light of the magic circle behind him became more and more dazzling. A powerful force surged out of the magic circle and spread to the surroundings. The ground began to tremble, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this force.

Jing Yihong felt this strong pressure, but he did not back down. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and then raised the sword in his hand again. A strange light flashed on the sword, as if responding to his determination.

"Come on!" Jing Yihong shouted loudly, his voice full of fearless courage.

Meng Jin sneered and said, "Do you think you can beat me?!" After that, he waved his hands and a golden light shot out from the magic circle behind him and went straight towards Jing Yihong.

Jing Yihong was not afraid at all. He swung the sword in his hand and faced the light. The sword collided with the light, making a loud noise, and the air around was shaken and rippled. Jing Yihong only felt a strong force coming from the sword, and his arm was numb, but he still held the sword tightly without relaxing at all.

Meng Jin was surprised to see Jing Yihong blocking his attack. He didn't expect Jing Yihong to be so powerful, but he didn't back down. He activated the magic circle again, and more golden light shot out from the magic circle, like a group of golden poisonous snakes, rushing towards Jing Yihong.

Seeing this, Jing Yihong's eyes flashed with determination. He poured all his strength into the sword, and the light on the sword became more dazzling. He swung the sword, forming a sword curtain in front of him, trying to block the golden light.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with light and sword shadows, and the two men engaged in a fierce duel.