Chapter 83 Dragon Sword

The bright sunshine is like a shy girl, wearing a thin veil, softly peneting out her graceful face, wisps of morning light all over the earth, flowers and birds, calm and calm. At night, the golden horse kills and fights; at dawn, there is harmony, and a beautiful day comes again.

Jiulong, who had fought all night, lay horizontally in a wide**, slept soundly, and enjoyed the quiet life after the storm. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine shone on Kowloon's face. Jiulong lazily stretched out, rubbed his eyes, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and the luxurious room was warm and quiet.

A shadow has been echoing in his mind for a long time. In the dream, Mesomea's delicate face is full of smiles, and her style is charming. The two of them are holding hands, walking side by side, walking on the lively street. Mesomea is smiling, beautiful and charming.

They came to a place to buy clay figurines. The clay figurines here are all kinds of strange. There are emperors who rule the world, powerful and resolute generals, soldiers who charge in battle, ancient and strange elves, fierce and violent monsters, and cute and exquisite pets.

Mesomea blinked his long eyelashes and looked at these little clay figurines carefully. Finally, he chose a golden and majestic general and gave the clay figurine to Kowloon with a coquettish smile. Kowloon saw that the sky was high and harmonious, and the two were in a good mood, so they also picked up a beautiful woman and sent it to In the hands of Mesomea, the two fell in love with each other, like glue.

Then, Jiulong picked up a lifelike, realistic and unusual fierce beast and looked at it carefully for a moment, with a sloppy face, pretending to be fierce and evil, 'intimidating' Mesomea. Mesomea was frightened and quickly covered his big pearl-like eyes and playfully.

At this moment, suddenly, the little monster in Jiulong's hand suddenly enlarged, and a huge roar looked up to the sky. The loud thunderous sound shocked the sky. Suddenly, the wind and clouds suddenly rose, thundered, lightning, and the bright sky suddenly dark as ink, and he stretched out his hands without five fingers.

The huge beast suddenly took a step. Every step of the thick legs of Optimus Prime, the sky collapsed and the magma burst. A doomsday scene made people shudder. The lively streets are no longer beautiful. Pedestrians and objects on the street have all turned into thousands of demons. They open their sharp minions and want to share their lonely and helpless self and Mesomea...

Kowloon and Mesomeia held hands and vowed not to be separated. They shouted loudly, roared crazily, living in the same acupuncture point, and died in the same way! However, the ruthless monsters and chaotic demons wanted to separate them. Jiulong watched the frightened Mesomea being wrapped and eaten by densely like locust-like demons until the smoke dissipated.

Kowloon howled and howled helplessly, but the demon seemed to laugh and made a strange laugh...

Jiulong rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up slowly, looked at the bright sunshine outside, and couldn't help thinking of the happy time with Mesomea. Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. In a blink of an eye, he has been separated from Mesomea for four months. During this period, he fought and dealt with the blood and sad life all day long. He forgot the beautiful and memorable days of human nature.

At this moment, Jiulong slept in a loose and comfortable big**, and just remembered the tenderness under the iron and blood, like silk, lingering, faintly missed, and heartbroken!

However, the war is not over, and the cruel military life is still the same. The reality brings Jiulong back to reality, and the dream of empty flowers is broken, followed by the cruel and violent, man-eating ** naked reality.

Jiulong got up, put on his clothes, simply washed, and then came the report of the bodyguard. It turned out that Nalan Jirentai had surrendered to his surrendered to see him. Jiulong did not dare to neglect him and quickly invited him in. The two sat facing each other.

Nalan Jirentai looked at Jiulong's sad face and was in a bad mood, so he asked, "The general's face is sad and depressed. Didn't he sleep well last night?"

"Nothing. I just remembered some old things and felt irritable for a while. I had a good rest last night. Thank you for your careful care!" Kowloon was afraid of Nalan Jirongtai's misunderstanding and quickly explained.

"Oh, that's good!" Nalan Jiyuntai answered the letter suspiciously, and then came to Jiulong's ear and said secretly, "General, I am grateful for the general's kindness of not killing him twice, and I also left the last general by his side to fight in the world. The last general can't repay it."

"General Ji Rentai said, I see that you are well-belong, noble, loyal and heroic, so you have the intention to stay as a general and get a general, which is my blessing." Kowloon quickly shirked the Account. Although General Nalan Jirongtai submitted to himself, he has been in battle for a long time, has rich combat experience and excellent cultivation. Jiulong should be treated as a guest, not an ordinary subordinate.

"General, the last general came here to dedicate a treasure to the general to express his gratitude. The last general saw that the general used his sword to be unparalleled in the world, and he admired it very much. It happened that the last general collected a peerless sword. The knife needed to send heroes. My sword was given to the general, but it was not buried."

"General Ji Rentai, this can't be used. If a gentleman doesn't take away people's favors, how can I, Kowloon, possess the general's beloved thing!"

"General, although the treasure knife is extremely rare and unusual, it is useless for the last general. The last general will not use the sword, and I will keep it uselessly. It can only be used as a collection, and now I have to follow the general to fight against the Chicago Tes tribe, and I can't care about any collection. If it is a treasure knife with a general, and then It's suitable, but forget it, but it's my wish!"

Kowloon saw that Nalan Jirentai was affectionate. If he repeatedly shirked, he would be a little bit of a gentleman's belly. So Jiulong arched his hand and happily agreed: "General Jirentai, in this case, it's better for me to obey!"

"Good!" As soon as Nalan Jiyuntai heard that Jiulong accepted it happily, he was immediately overjoyed. He quickly got up, made a gesture of invitation, and said with great joy, "General, please follow me!"

So, Jiulong followed Nalan Jirongtai to his house. In a secret room, there lay a knife holder, on which there was a treasure knife about two meters long, covered with a piece of red silk. When Jiulong saw the knife under the red cloth, his ordinary heart suddenly became solemn and intuitively told him that this It is a rare treasure knife in the world.

"General, this knife is an unrivaled masterpiece, named: the dragon sword, and I don't know its source. The whole body of the dragon sword is cyan, and the handle of the knife is a green dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's mouth is open, and its body is 1.5 meters long, just like a green dragon spitting out a green flame, and the whole body is made of precious ten thousand years of cold. Cast by iron, mixed with a small amount of green steel mother crystal, with a total weight of 330 catties, is a peerless treasure knife!" Nalan Ji Yantai saw Jiulong's eyes shining and hurriedly introduced the dragon sword.

Then, he brushed and uncovered the red silk, and as soon as the red silk was uncovered, it suddenly revealed the real face of the dragon sword. The whole knife was majestic, and the whole body became cyan. The huge green dragon dragon dragon head glared angrily. The dragon's mouth opened, and a green flame shot straight out of his mouth. The whole dragon sword was about 1.8 meters long. The broad blade, the thick back of the knife, and a pair of blade at the tip of the knife are slightly raised up. At a glance, it gives people a bloody and domineering smell.

"Good knife!" When Jiulong saw the knife, he immediately shouted loudly. He was eager to try and rubbed his palms. He couldn't wait to immediately hold the Zhenlong sword in his hand and charge into the battle.

The dragon sword also seemed to feel the existence of Kowloon, and unexpectedly made a slight trembling sound. The crisp and pleasant voice made Jiulong more ecstatic. Kowloon stretched out his big hand, firmly grasped the sword, suddenly raised his head, and immediately danced, tumbling up and down, breaking through the whole secret room. The shadow of the knife turned over, like a dragon, like a tiger roaring, and the sound of knives was endless in the ears. Nalan Jiran Tai was as dull as a wooden chicken and was at a loss.

When Jiulong interpreted all kinds of knives incisively and vividly, he stopped. He couldn't put it down and stroked the dragon knife. He took a long breath, calmed down and praised happily, "What a peerless knife!"

"The general's knife method is really shocking. The last general has never seen such a good knife." Until this time, Nalan Ji Yantai was still immersed in the swordsmanship performed by Kowloon.

"Ha! Ha!" Jiulong laughed and thanked happily: "I also want to thank the general for his dragon sword!"