"This is the soul of the army I want, the soul of an army, this will and spirit must be continued, they are the seeds implanted in this soul, taking root and sprouting in my China, growing into a towering tree, we are the descendants of the dragon."

Long Zhongtian said.

"Hehe, I think they're going to be hungry when they wake up."

Long Xing said with a smile.

"Of course, I don't know what to let them eat?"

Long Zhongtian said, with a smile in his eyes.

"Didn't you say that anyone who can move can be fed?"

Long Xing looked at Long Zhongtian and smiled at each other, and his figure disappeared in place.

In the early morning, the sun rose, and the five of them woke up one after another, and the smell of rice made their stomachs gurgle, and a large cauldron appeared in front of them.

"Wake up, hehe, come over for dinner."

Long Zhongtian packed up the bowl that was still complete from the battlefield and put it in front of the cauldron, and the five of them approached Da Zhen step by step, no ~ wrong ~ small ~ said ~ www.~ quledu Yan Yameng sled Jun Silk Confession? br/>

Long Zhongtian watched their reactions, and the smile in his eyes became even thicker.

When Ouyang Fei and the others walked in front of the boiling cauldron one after another, they stiffened their bodies.

"This!"

Look at the soup boiling in the cauldron, but inside are toads, snakes, rats, centipedes, earthworms, corpses, swimming in the boiling soup.

"Why, you are too scared to eat."

Long Zhongtian walked in front of the cauldron, picked up a bowl, slowly filled a bowl, and ate it with a bang, looking very fragrant.

The throats of the five people moved, they picked up the bowls one after another, tried their best to abandon the nausea in their hearts, and ate with their eyes closed, and then opened their eyes one after another in the first mouthful of the soup.

"Delicious!"

Immediately gobbled it up.

Looking at the eating appearance of the five people, Long Zhongtian laughed, this smile is bitter and helpless, but if a normal person, who eats these things, Long Zhongtian doesn't want them to be ordinary, the dragon soul warrior, in the eyes of the enemy, is just the embodiment of the devil and the devil, so that they are timid.

"O God, how is this compared to your death squad feeding on raw meat."

Long Zhongtian walked up to Putian and asked kindly.

Long Zhongtian's words shocked Putian's body, the word death squad, this word has been avoided by Putian, he doesn't want to think about it, but it is a regret in his heart, the entire three hundred members of the death squad, did not cut off many enemies' heads, but there was no life in the fight, for Putian, the name of the death squad made him feel ashamed.

It was also the anger and shame that was buried in his heart.

"Do you want to recreate the establishment of a death squad!"

Long Zhongtian said, this is like throwing a bomb in Putian's heart, his eyes looked at Long Zhongtian in disbelief, he knew that Long Zhongtian wanted to rebuild the death squad, this was what he hoped for the most, since Long Zhongtian proposed it, Putian knew that Long Zhongtian would never joke with him.

"Yes!"

Putian replied, looking straight at Long Zhongtian.

Looking at Putian's expectant eyes, Long Zhongtian smiled.

"Come with me when you've had enough to eat."

Putian's body trembled, his blood was burning, and he looked at the food in his hand and ate it in a big gulp.

"Young marshal, compared to the food of my death squad, this is still a little worse."

Hearing Putian's shout, Long Zhongtian smiled.

A large bowl of filthy-looking food was eaten by Putian in one go, and after placing the bowl in front of the cauldron, he walked in front of Long Zhongtian.

"Young marshal, Putian is ready."

Long Zhongtian looked at Putian and looked at the dragon blood treasure knife that Putian was carrying behind his back.

"How's the Dragon's Blood Knife?"

Long Zhongtian asked.

"Dragon's Blood Knife!"

With a bang, the dragon blood knife was pulled out by Putian, and his hand caressed the blade lovingly.

"It's sharp, sharpen iron like clay!"

While praising Putian, his face was full of regret.

"It's a pity that there are only one of the three hundred such sharp swords."

With tears in his eyes, the figures of the daredevils seemed to be right in front of him.

"If all the dragon blood swords are right in front of you, what are you going to do."

Long Zhongtian asked.

"Young marshal, you, you're not joking."

Putian's body shook, and the blood flow in his body accelerated.

"Tell me how you do it."

Long Zhongtian continued to ask.

"If he could, he would definitely re-form the death squad and make the enemy kneel under the blade of the Dragon's Blood Knife."

Putian gritted his teeth and roared.

"Follow me."

Where the dragon blood knife was buried, Long Zhongtian led Putian to appear here, and when Putian saw a dragon blood knife appear in front of him, Putian knelt in front of the dragon blood knife, and he trembled and stroked the blades of the dragon blood knives.

"Brethren!"

A roar shattered the Zhulongshan Mountain Range.

"All warriors who use knives have a unique domineering spirit, and their momentum makes the world's heroes worship."

Long Zhongtian said, Putian, who was in painful recollections, heard Long Zhongtian's words, his eyes lit up, and he raised his head.

"Do you know Guan Yu, the famous general of the Three Kingdoms, Guan Yu, the big knife in his hand is full of evil energy, but he himself is full of righteousness, and the two different momentum plays a perfect embodiment on his body."

Long Zhongtian recalled the image of Guan Yu in history, and the clip of Guan Yu played in the movie Romance of the Three Kingdoms played back in his mind.

"Loyalty and righteousness, Guan Yu became a god after his death, and later generations have a high opinion of this person, but who can know that this person's evil spirit is very heavy, the two armies are facing each other, Guan Yu always squints his eyes, once he opens it, there will be one more soul under the knife."

Long Zhongtian ignited the blood of Putian little by little, and Putian stood up in trembling.

"Young marshal!"

Putian's eyes were full of expectation, and in Putian's expectant eyes, Long Zhongtian lifted a dragon blood knife, slashed and hooked the knife shadow, with a roar, and then bang, the blade was suddenly lifted by Long Zhongtian, his eyes suddenly opened, the surrounding air was suddenly stunned, and with a bang, a huge mountain stone was split, and a clear light appeared.

"The knife technique of the knife, pay attention to fast, a fast word, only fast is not broken, and then it is ruthless, if it is not out, it will be killed, and it will be killed with momentum."

Long Zhongtian put away the dragon's blood knife, and the next moment, the mountain stone broke, separating the two ends, and the blade cut was smooth, like cut tofu.

Putian looked at the chopped mountain rock in a daze, and his eyes straightened.

"Hehe, it's like this, no matter what, this young marshal will still turn around."

Long Zhongtian saw Putian settled, sighed, and disappeared in front of Putian with a smile.

At this moment, Putian's mind saw Guan Gong holding a big sword, like entering a no-man's land in an army of 100,000, taking the head of the enemy general, exuding a colossal evil aura on his body, and his heads were cut off in the blade he fell.

The scene changed, Guan Yu played against a general, his eyes were half-squinted, and he suddenly opened, only to see a knife light flashing, his head falling to the ground, Putian, who was in the middle of the meditation at this moment, suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed, and the evil qi rose sharply on Putian's body.

At the time of reaching the extreme, the dragon's blood knife slashed down suddenly, and it was on top of a mountain rock, only the sound of cutting paper was heard, and the mountain stone broke and separated the two sides.

"This!"

The feeling just now made Putian feel very comfortable, but when he tried to chop the mountain rock again, he failed repeatedly, and he couldn't compare with the knife just now, but he knew the power of his first knife, fast, fast He couldn't feel it.

Putian was afraid that this feeling would be lost, and he cultivated with his memory, and he understood that once this feeling ran away, it would be difficult to grasp it again, and the improvement of his strength would be very slow.