Jian Ling'er looked solemn. She had practiced Xiao Zhan's sword theory. Although she only had the strength of the peak emperor, her combat power had already reached the ultimate realm of emperor. Coupled with the existence of realm amplification, she could be said to be at the most powerful and perfect state.
of invincible existence.
Logically speaking, as long as Sword Ling'er is so powerful and doesn't meet an invincible strongman in the most powerful and perfect state, she will have no opponent at all. However, the fact is that he has met his opponent, and the battle has lasted for more than ten days, and there is still no winner.
Come, and what makes her a little angry is that the other party's cultivation is obviously not as good as hers. This makes her feel a fire in her heart, but she has no way to vent it.
The one who blocked Jian Ling'er was an outrageously handsome man. His cultivation level could only be regarded as that of a strong man in the ultimate realm of emperor. When facing the enemy head-on, he could be killed by Jian Ling'er with just one move. However, the strange thing happened
No matter how many times she kills, this guy will always appear intact, as if nothing happened.
Jian Ling'er has been practicing swordsmanship for thousands of years. Now she has cultivated herself to the level of Sword God. She is invincible at the same level. A single thought can determine the life or death of warriors who are not as good as her. She has experienced how Xiao Zhan bullied her. But
Jian Ling'er didn't expect that she, who was so powerful, would be trapped in the Sword Clan's territory and couldn't leave even half a step away, which made her extremely frustrated.
The Sword Clan was besieged by these guys. Half a month had passed. From the outside, the situation did not seem to have changed at all. However, Jian Ling'er knew very well that she had collected dozens of enemies with the enemy who had never really shown up.
Times. These people have mastered the power of weird dreams. They can control you silently while you are sleeping, and they can also make you fall into a dream and never wake up. If Jian Ling'er hadn't mastered the ability of the sword domain, the sword
Nothing in the domain could be hidden from her, and the entire Sword Clan was afraid that they would be controlled by these people. Every time she thought about this, she broke out in a cold sweat, which made her miss the guy who had disappeared for thousands of years even more.
Although Jian Ling'er was able to save the entire Sword Clan with the presence of Sword Domain, the Sword Clan was also trapped here. Those people did not give him a chance to bring the clan members into their own world, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
Jian Ling'er felt anxious. She was worried that some of these people would never be able to defeat them, and eventually they would call the most powerful and perfect ones. At that time, she would definitely not be able to stop them.
We must find a way to get out of trouble, otherwise we will have to die like this.
Jian Ling'er thought of Xiao Zhan at this time. If that guy was here, this situation would be nothing. Sword Studio Realm creations can easily create hundreds or thousands of themselves, and it is impossible to be trapped by others.
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"Hey! Meng Xing, you are known as the number one person of this generation of the Dream clan. Why does it take so long for a small tribe?"
A burst of joking laughter came from the air, interrupting Meng Xing who was deep in thought. Meng Xing was so handsome that even the top ten beauties in the Dream clan would be jealous, let alone a man.
The visitor is also a handsome guy, but compared with Mengxing, he is a bit overshadowed. Maybe the mocking tone just now is for this. Although men don’t care about their appearance as much as women, but when they see a handsome guy, they are scumbag.
People of the same sex can't help but step on them.
"Is it small? It's not small at all. Even if the Holy Son comes, he won't be able to conquer this small tribe."
Meng Xing didn't care at all about the taunts coming from him. His expression was very indifferent, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.
"How is that possible?"
The look of ridicule on Mengyang's face became even stronger. The Meng tribe entered the Three Realms with overwhelming force, and there was no enemy at all. The puppet army now has billions of people, and it would be too easy to conquer this world.
"If you can't wake up from the dream, then just let me do it. Let me see how terrible it is when the opponent who is said by the dream to be difficult for even the Holy Son to defeat falls to the ground."
Mengyang had a look of disdain on his face, looking at the Sword Clan's station surrounded by people who woke up from Meng. He walked towards it without any cover-up, as if the Sword Clan were just a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of him.
It can be destroyed by just blowing ashes.
When I woke up from the dream, a beautiful girl next to me said with a flat mouth: "Idiot."
"He went to his true body. I hope he will come back alive."
Next to the girl, a boy who looked exactly like her looked gloating.
"Master, there is no way to go on like this. That woman is too powerful. If she hadn't been dragged down by her clan members, we wouldn't be able to trap her at all." There was a worried look on the girl's face, and whenever she thought about the sword, she could not stop her.
She instinctively shuddered at the sight of Ling'er.
Meng Xing frowned tightly. He didn't pay attention to Meng Yang's contempt and ridicule at all. He was thinking about how to deal with Jian Ling'er at this time. The strongest thing about the Dream Clan is the ability to control dreams, but Jian Ling'er
Her sword skills are really terrifying, and every thought is filled with extremely terrifying sword intent. Under normal circumstances, there is no way to pull her into the dream. As long as the power of the dream comes close, she will be shattered by the sword intent. He has tried to use the sword spirit.
Jian Ling'er's clan members lured her into a dream, but the result made him feel frightened. Manipulating dreams is the strongest ability of their Dream clan, but when Jian Ling'er fell into a dream, the entire dream was separated from him in an instant.
Even though he had the ability to make his dreams come true, everything in the dream suddenly turned into a sword. If he hadn't run fast, even he would have been swallowed up by that terrifying sword-turning ability.
Mengxing felt that the swordsmanship practiced by Jian Ling'er seemed to be the nemesis of their Meng clan. The main purpose of his time here was to develop this sword-forming ability. Mengxing didn't care at all about Mengyang's fate.
His eyes were shining with a dreamlike light, penetrating all the fog, watching Mengyang's every move, he wanted to see how terrifying Jian Ling'er's sword-turning ability was.
Although Mengyang swaggered into the Sword Clan's territory, he still raised his heart. Although he disdained Meng Xing, he also knew that if the two of them really faced off, he would probably lose.
The person who left Mengxing helpless was definitely not an ordinary person.
Mengyang's heart quickly became solemn. The moment he stepped into the Sword Clan's territory, he found that he was being targeted. A terrifying sense of crisis made all the hairs on his body stand up. He felt very cold, and his whole body was like
As if falling into an ice cellar, he smelled the fear of death.
Mengyang's face changed. He felt that his will was a little hesitant, and even a small thought became a little slow. As he got closer to the center of the Sword Clan's territory, he felt a sense of numbness coming from his body.
It seems that my body gradually no longer belongs to me.
Mengyang stopped, thoughts flashed in his mind, and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but he forcibly held back. His intuition told him that as long as he did this, the person who was peeping at him would immediately launch the most ferocious attack. Maybe he would instantly
It will be blown up.
A set of dream-like armor appeared on Mengyang's body. This is the dream armor unique to the Dream tribe. Wearing it can allow all attacks to penetrate directly, and even mental attacks can be greatly immune.
"boom!"
Before Mengyang could breathe a sigh of relief, the air around him suddenly became fierce. A series of terrifying sword energy suddenly appeared, and almost at the moment he was shocked, the fierce sword energy strangled him.
"boom!"
Mengyang was blown away by the sword energy. The terrifying explosive force made his body almost fall apart. This shocked him. How could he be unable to block such a physical attack while wearing Meng Armor?
If Meng Xing was here, there would be no such doubt. What attacked him was not the sword energy in the traditional sense, but the sword energy with the will of the sword god. Even the power of the dream can attack.
Mengyang was blown away by the sword energy. Before he could come to his senses, the boundless sword energy rolled back and turned into a giant palm covering the sky. It fiercely slapped him. The palm covered the sky and looked down on the world. The sword god
Under the will, Mengyang's mind was instantly hit by the most terrifying impact, leaving him in a trance.
boom!
The huge palm formed by the sword energy grabbed Mengyang, and the terrifying grasping power exploded. He was shocked and immediately burst out with a shrill scream. All the bones in his body were instantly shattered. If it weren't for the Meng Armor on his body,
Support, his flesh and blood were twisted into pulp by the sword energy.
This scene made Mengxing, who already knew the outcome, take a breath. Mengyang is a powerful emperor, and he can kill him instantly in just one encounter. How big of a gap does it take to achieve this? This is a real kill.
Meng Xing clearly saw Mengyang's flesh and blood being strangled by the sword energy. Even if he created a dream to regenerate his flesh and blood, there would be no chance.
Suddenly!
"Who is it!"
There was an angry shout and an explosion, and just after Mengyang was crushed to pieces by a giant hand that covered the sky, a purple light shot out from the explosion of blood mist, and soon a man wearing purple dream armor appeared.
Dream King!
Meng Xing's pupils shrank. This man was one of the seven generals under the Holy Son. His strength had reached the pinnacle of being an emperor. He was terrifying. Soon Meng Xing's sword frowned. This was just a spiritual clone. It seemed that
There was nothing he could do about the strong man from the Sword Clan.
The eyes of the Dream King were filled with purple light, and the terrifying dream power turned into a domain, forcibly pushing away the ubiquitous sword intent, and locked his eyes on the center of the sword clan. The murderous intention in his heart was blazing, and the power of the peak of the Emperor's Ultimate Realm broke his body.
When he came out, he strode towards the center of the Sword Clan's camp like Mengyang.
King Meng took dozens of miles in one step and disappeared behind him. He took the second step and arrived at the center of the Sword Clan. His fighting spirit was so violent that the whole world changed color. The power of the dream enveloped the world, and there were terrifying figures.
It emerged that every one of them actually had the strength of the ultimate emperor. At a glance, there were thousands of them.
This is the power that makes dreams come true. A trace of dream power can transform into a warrior of the same level as the Dream King. Although it will not last too long, when the number reaches a certain level, it will be absolutely terrifying.
Jian Ling'er appeared. Faced with Meng Wang's strong approach, she didn't have the slightest fear. Being trapped here by Meng Xing was not because Meng Xing was so powerful, but because there were too many people in her tribe, which made her restrained. Even if she faced the enemy head-on, it would be a hundred.
Thousands of men and women appeared at the same time, and Jian Ling'er was confident that he could defeat this guy with one move.
Clothed in white like snow, like an immortal or a god, Sword Ling'er stood gracefully on the top of the mountain. The power of looking down at the world was pressing down on her. King Meng who originally strode towards her could no longer take his own steps, even if there were countless people behind him.
Thousands of terrifying and powerful people in the ultimate realm of emperorship increased his power, and he also felt a feeling of oppression to the point of suffocation.
Jian Ling'er's eyes were indifferent. The Sword God Realm is said to be invincible at the same level. This is no joke. For her who has practiced the eighth realm of swordsmanship, the number is simply a cloud. A sword appeared in Jian Ling'er's hand, and the sword light appeared.
Shining like a sun that illuminates the entire three realms.
Faced with the invincible momentum of King Meng and thousands of emperor-confessed experts in the ultimate realm, there was a sound of swords, and Jian Ling'er drew his sword. The sword light was dazzling. King Meng, who was the first to bear the brunt, seemed to see a supreme god looking down at the living beings. This is
With a sword that shook the world, heaven and earth bowed their heads, and all things in the world surrendered. Even his will to resist was wiped out by this sword.
The spiritual clone exploded, without any suspense, and the thousands of powerful men in the ultimate realm of emperorship also disappeared into thin air.
The moment the Dream King's spiritual thoughts were extinguished, his body tens of millions of miles away immediately sensed it. In a huge temple suspended in the sky, the Dream King opened his eyes, and a terrifying light erupted from them.
The King of Dreams is standing in a large hall. Besides him, there are hundreds of people here. Each one of them is a super strong person in the ultimate realm of emperor. On the throne of the main hall, a man in a golden robe is closing his eyes to meditate. He senses the influence of the King of Dreams.
With a sudden move, he couldn't help but open his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
King Meng said respectfully: "My spiritual clone has been destroyed."
"Hey! The person who can destroy your spiritual clone is very powerful. It has been almost a month, and I thought there are no strong people in this world."
A man wearing cyan dream armor smiled and looked at the dream king with interest.
"It's just a spiritual clone. It's nothing. Its true strength is less than one-tenth of ours. If we switch to the original body, we can suppress it with just a raised hand."