The Drought Woman is in charge of her own dreams, and the current situation is completely different.

Meng Juntong's stay in the dream realm not only did not have the slightest advantage, but also was limited by the drought.

Let's take the fact that she is now in this sea of red refining fire, the drought fish is already like a fish in water, occupying all the fire veins and earth qi, even if she comes to the great truth, she may not be her opponent.

Meng Juntong retreated again and again, but found that there was already a boundless sea of magma and fire behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Meng Juntong raised his sword and prepared to fight against the water.

But the drought woman spoke at this moment: "As far as Shaohua Dream City is concerned, your martial arts are rare, and it is rare for Shaohua to enter the world at such an age, and there is such a high level of martial arts cultivation." ”

Listening to her tone, it seems that she has dealt with many people who have entered the WTO, and she knows a lot about the city outside the world.

Indeed, in Shaohua Dream City, there are not many martial arts practitioners. Most of them majored in Dream Arts, and later minored in Immortal Dao Arts. In the early years, Meng Juntong was among his peers in Shaohua City, and he was a little overlord who fought invincible opponents all over the world, and three or five boys of the same age would not be left behind with an enemy.

"My martial arts are left by my mother, and they are a peerless martial arts. Meng Juntong replied unceremoniously: "I lost to you today, just because my cultivation is not as good as yours, not because my swordsmanship is inferior, I hope you can remember this." ”

Hearing this, the Drought Girl suddenly laughed: "Your tone is very similar to a person I once knew, and she also said this when she lost to me. Speaking of which, the sword you just now still has a bit of her flavor, could it be that you are her daughter?"

When Meng Juntong heard this, his eyes couldn't help but light up: "Who is that person you are talking about!"

Drought Lu waved his robe: "This can't be told to you casually, come, show me your true skills, and if I am satisfied, then tell you." ”

Every time Meng Juntong gets the news about his mother, he will be extremely excited.

Listening to the drought woman say this, she didn't care about anything else, and attacked directly with her sword.

"I'm in a hurry," Dryfish raised her hand, and a stream of red lava erupted from her cuff, condensing into a lava sword in her palm.

The two of them, one big and one young, directly fought in this purgatory.

This time, Drought Devil did not use her realm advantage to crush Meng Juntong, but seriously compared her swordsmanship.

Meng Juntong's swordsmanship is agile and light, and he changes a lot and very quickly. On the other hand, the number of sword moves of the drought girl is very mediocre and smooth, seemingly unremarkable, open and close, but it can always block Meng Juntong's offensive.

On the surface, it seems that Meng Juntong's moves are much more beautiful and gorgeous, and the attack is very fierce, as if he has an advantage, but in fact, he can't attack at all.

"Look at my move," Meng Juntong's sword momentum changed suddenly, drawing a sword curtain in the void, the virtual and the real collided, and the momentum suddenly changed from the previous light rain to a stormy wave.

But the drought woman seemed to have been prepared, her sleeve robe was raised violently, and a blazing true qi burst out, colliding with the sword curtain, instantly stirring up a mist.

After a move, Meng Juntong changed her moves again, and she had never been so hearty as she was today to fight with people with swordsmanship.

She has been practicing the swordsmanship passed down by her mother since she was a child, and it can even be said that she is no less than the dream technique, but she has very few opportunities to fight, let alone fight to the death.

There was one time in Yangguan City before, and that battle made her understanding of swordsmanship much more profound all of a sudden, from the rigid routine of the previous moves, and gradually changed to be able to use flexibly, and many sword styles also made it more and more perfect, but this alone was far from enough.

During the chaos of Shaohua Dream City, Meng Juntong once saw the scene of his father using swordsmanship when fighting with others.

That sword in his father's hand, as if integrated with him, looking at it from a distance, I don't know whether the sword is attracting people, or people are making the sword, each sword move sword style is displayed mixed with the elements, one is natural, and it seems extraordinarily smooth.

Meng Juntong can't do this step at the moment, and she is even sometimes worried about whether she will be shocked by the opponent when she fights the sword in her hand.

In just this moment's effort, the big and the young have already passed hundreds of moves.

Meng Juntong was engrossed, immersed in this swordsmanship move, and he had to attack the drought fish in a selfless manner.

The drought girl always responded calmly, one move and one style, not like a fight, but like a martial arts master feeding his disciples.

Looking at the more and more familiar sword style revealed under Meng Juntong's hand, the coldness in the depths of the drought woman's eyes seemed to be melting little by little.

That's right, she does know Shaohua who entered the WTO, and she also knows the swordsmanship used by Meng Juntong, and even knows Meng Juntong's mother.

"Shaohua Floating Zero Sword, a total of nine styles, each style has nine ways to change moves, the rivers and lakes call it Shaohua Eighty-one Sword, I really didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could see this swordsmanship again. The magma sword in the palm of the drought woman suddenly collapsed, and she grabbed the Qingfeng sword stabbed by Meng Juntong with one finger: "You are Xiao Xiao's daughter, right." ”

Meng Juntong's side had just exhausted all the ninety-nine-eighty-one sword moves, and the sword qi of his body turned ninety-nine eighty-one times in the Great Zhou Tian, and at the moment when the feats were complete, he was stopped by the drought.

The abundant true qi seemed to be suddenly blocked by a large embankment, although it had the power of frightening and angry ghosts, but it was stunned to rush through the embankment bit by bit.

"It's not a good time to break through the realm now, let's press it first, it's good for you. The drought woman stopped Meng Juntong's sword steadily, and the indifference on her face had disappeared.

The surrounding purgatory scene receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its former pure white world.

Meng Juntong took a long time to react: "You really know my mother." ”

The drought woman let go of her two fingers and let Meng Juntong withdraw her sword: "There are many things you can't think of. ”

After speaking, I saw her stretch out a hand and shake it gently, and a light blue Ming Soul Ancient Lantern phantom appeared in her palm.

Meng Juntong opened his mouth wide, so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

The person in front of him is actually a person from Shaohua Dream City, you must know that only the Dream Weaver can summon the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern Soul.

"But, you...... How did you become a daz? ”

Every person born in Shaohua City is born with a pure heart and an unsullied soul.

Theoretically, it is absolutely impossible for such a person to turn into a demon and a fierce god, let alone become a demon.

"Senior, can you tell me your name!"

Before leaving Shaohua Dream City, in Shaohua Pavilion, Meng Juntong once read a list of Shaohua people who traveled to the world in the past dynasties, and with her ability to never forget, she naturally knew the name of everyone who entered the world from Shaohua Dream City.

"Shaohua is famous, and Meng Zelanqing is clear. ”