The blonde woman's eyes were fixed on the fist that was rapidly growing in her eyes, and she couldn't believe that there was such a desperate look in her eyes.

However, the punch didn't really hit her forehead, but stopped less than half an inch between her eyebrows.

Then there was a rumbling sound behind her ears, and then she felt the back of her head empty, her neck suddenly sank, and her whole head sank down an inch.

Meng Juntong actually hit objects in the air and smashed the ground into a depression.

The blonde exotic woman's face was full of horror, and she knew how much more difficult it would be to punch herself in the head than to hit her in the head directly.

"Rao...... Plentiful...... Spare!" The blonde woman's Central Plains language was even more jerky at the moment.

Under this terrifying fist, her self-esteem and pride were completely shattered.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be sent back to her parents in tatters.

There was no murderous aura in Meng Juntong's eyes, but that didn't mean she could forgive the fact that these ignorant dream hunters were tricked into killing those ordinary dream weavers.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling thunder sound in the direction of the barrier.

With a click, a flash of white thunder flashed, and the entire barrier suddenly shattered.

Bai Yu was dressed in Bai Zejia, and sweat dripped down the tips of her hair one after another.

But compared to her, the condition of the two Tang Realm martial artists who fell in front of him was obviously much worse.

At present, Bai Yu is still the best at using the thunder method, coupled with the gain of the winter thunder rune sword in his hand, with Bai Ze's cultivation as the foundation, the power of the thunder method is not only increased by a hundredfold.

Even if those two martial artists had experienced enough physical hardship, they were all scorched black right now.

However, Meng Juntong was a little worried that Bai Yu would not be able to control the strength and bombard those two guys to death.

However, when her spiritual power felt the breath of the two people, she was a little relieved.

In any case, killing will eventually increase cause and effect.

When Bai Yu is not yet able to face cause and effect independently, he can not add karma in vain and try not to cause this trouble.

In this way, the Dream Hunter's first action team was completely disintegrated by Meng Juntong and Bai Yu.

An elite team composed of five masters of the whole hall realm was defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

At least two of them have suffered irreversible damage and are likely to say goodbye to martial arts forever.

Just when the blonde woman was still stunned, Meng Juntong had already turned her fist into a palm and grabbed her throat and lifted it up like a chicken.

The exotic woman who was as proud as a little peacock before is now humble to the extreme.

Fear is like a seed that you think doesn't exist until it takes root, and it is covered by pride, self-confidence, arrogance, ignorance, and so on.

But once there is a suitable soil for its growth, the seed will grow faster than you can imagine.

Rooting, sprouting, branching, growing leaves, flowering, bearing fruit, turning fear the size of sand into a towering tree whose shadow will envelop the entire soul of the proud.

They have not experienced fear, so their tolerance to fear is almost zero, or even inferior to ordinary people, which is why the blonde peacock shouted the word sparing just now.

"Tell me your name!" Meng Juntong's voice was cold, and he used a tone that could not be questioned.

The little blonde peacock trembled in her hands and said in a broken Chinese language, "I...... My name is Anice! I'm ...... As long as you can spare me, I can guarantee ......."

Meng Juntong was very indifferent and interrupted the blonde peacock's self-reported family, but she didn't expect that this was actually a little princess.

She hadn't heard of Lingguo, but in that land in the Western Regions, countries were simply dotted, and every day old countries were destroyed and new ones were rising, and it was really not easy to remember their names.

"You just have to answer what I asked. Meng Juntong's tone and tone completely frightened the blonde peacock.

She remembered that when Xiang Ming was in the Qin Kingdom, he used this trick to deal with those gangsters.

As a princess, the little peacock is naturally impossible to come into contact with such a market-class trick, and it will naturally be more effective for her.

"Bold, you dare to be so rude to Her Royal Highness the Princess!" The warrior who had been kicked by Meng Juntong and scattered his true qi struggled to get up from the ground, wanting to move forward, but after only two steps, his body was already trembling and falling to the ground.

Meng Juntong didn't even look at this guy more, showing loyalty in front of her, this kind of scene is not uncommon in the human script of Shaohua Dream City, as early as when she was less than ten years old, this kind of plot could not move her, or it was a bit cliché.

"Tell me, how many dreamweavers have you killed. Meng Juntong asked in a deep voice.

Previously, the little peacock said that there were no twenty and eighteen, but Meng Juntong didn't believe it.

The Dream Weavers really don't have much combat power, but there are leaders of the Dream Weavers in different regions, like Liu Chengfeng, or from the three major clans, or from the Shaohua Pavilion of Shaohua Wanderer, or from the Pure Spirit Terrace Priest, they want to kill at most to assassinate some lone Dream Weavers, how can there be such a large number.

With their strength, most of the two rounds against Liu Chengfeng were all pressed to death in the dream, and at most they could only bully and bully the lone dream weaver.

The little peacock looked like he was about to cry, I don't know if he didn't learn the Central Plains dialect or was too nervous, he stammered and said intermittently: "No, rob, no!

The expression on Meng Juntong's face relaxed slightly: "You mean, I didn't grab it, and I didn't kill any of them?"

"Hmm!" the little peacock nodded vigorously, she was really grateful that the clever young lady understood what she meant.

"Then the twenty or eighteen you said are you have seen the dream weaver who was killed?" Meng Juntong asked, she felt that what this girl said before, although it was not true, there was information in it, and plus what she just said could not be grabbed, I am afraid that it also has something to do with it.

"That's right," the little peacock nodded harder, trying to clean up his own stakes.

"We fight for the rankings, we always get lost! When we get to the location, the target has been killed, or taken away! So, we haven't, killed, weaved...... Dream weaver. ”

Dare to love this is still a team of road idiots, no wonder just shot, it is obviously the feeling of a layman killer, this is still not after formal experience.

"Let's go, let's talk in another place. Meng Juntong let go of the hand holding the little peacock's neck and reminded: "If you want to escape, you must at least be able to move a distance of ten zhang in one breath, otherwise." ”

"If you don't run, you won't run. The little peacock assured.