The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"I knew I wouldn't quarrel with the old woman."

Du Yu rolled his eyes, and then released Ze Xi again. As soon as Ze Xi came out, his eyes were three-point discomfort.

There is a natural rejection between the demons and the natural air in this world. Du Yu touched the back of his head and asked:

"Do you know where to go now?"

Ze Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, then closed his eyes, and when he pulled away again, he pointed to a corner in front of him:

"Master, there should be some information."

Du Yu nodded, retracted the sheepskin roll in his hand, and then ran towards the direction Ze Xi pointed.

"Boy, something is wrong."

"What's wrong, old man."

Du Yu asked in his mind.

The psychic Taoist has a solemn expression. Although Du Yu can't see it, he can feel the atmosphere.

"There is a living thing ahead."

Du Yu's eyes widened. On the ground covered with dry vines and yellow sand, there could be living creatures. It is conceivable how strong this creature would be.

Du Yu was planning to stop here and start to distinguish the direction again, but soon, a figure appeared in front of Du Yu, who looked exactly like Du Yu, and even the sword in his hand was broken.

The difference is that the sword in that man's hand is not as sharp as Du Yu's hand. Obviously, this broken sword is too precious to be easily copied.

"Who are you."

Du Yu asked cautiously, but the person in front of him moved, his face was extremely calm and mixed with coldness, like a zombie who would not express his emotions, but the sword in his hand would be swift, without the slightest extraneous movement. Use the technique of a sword to travel like clouds and flowing water.

Cut and stab, three sword flowers flashed in the air, locking three flaws in Du Yu's body.

Du Yu rolled his eyes, looked at the counterfeit in front of him, and asked in his heart:

"Old man, what the **** is this."

bump...

Du Yu stepped back three steps and plunged his feet into the sand for half a foot. This blocked the seemingly random blow of the counterfeit in front of him, and even his own skills could be simulated.

The psychic Taoist sighed and said: "Bronze spirit puppets are not a treasure. A **** tool will replicate the full strength of the person, but with the limit of this forbidden land, it is probably in the ninth stage of Shenyou."

Du Yu rolled his eyes, and then looked at the counterfeit in front of him dignifiedly. It's no wonder that the same as the first-order Shenyou, he can't stand it because of writing. It must be the dead old woman who is stumbling me, Du Yu thought.

Du Yu looked at the copper spirit puppet who was leaping towards him again, and sighed:

"There is no end."

His wrist was a little sore and numb, but the copper spirit puppet seemed to have endless energy, and once again waved the broken sword in his hand and rushed towards Du Yu.

Du Yu gritted his teeth and raised the Broken Sword over his head. This is the first time he has actively felt Broken Sword's arrogant will. If he blocks the people in front of him, he chops them, and kills the ones that block the footsteps. The bones are piled up. At the top of the mountain, I watched you rush to kill with cold eyes.

The aura just infected Du Yu, and there was a burst of arrogance in his heart. He no longer looked at the copper spirit puppet in front of him, but the action of breaking the sword in his hand was slowed down. No, this is not a slowness, but a prediction. Each attack path of the copper spirit puppets.

After all, I can understand myself best, and the copper spirit puppet is a dead thing after all, lacking a bit of human flexibility, Du Yu's eyes flashed, capturing the moment when the copper spirit puppet was stalemate, his hand interrupted the sword and pulled out. Although there is no scabbard, the sharpness will not be reduced by this.

"Zi."

Similar to the sound of a power short circuit, a large hole appeared in the chest of the copper spirit puppet, and the core of it was exposed.

The look in Du Yu's eyes was extremely cold. Because his chest was penetrated, the body of the copper spirit puppet became more and more stalemate, but Du Yu did not. At this moment, he is just like if he is half of the broken sword in his hand, it is not worse than one point. .

"Crack."

There was a sound of broken parts on the copper puppet again, and Du Yu retracted his sword and turned around.

"bump."

The copper spirit puppet burst instantly, scattered parts on the ground, and the parts were quickly covered by the wind and sand, and a little dust was blown off.

"Boy, the sharpness of this sword is too dangerous. You have to pay more attention to it. It's hard to imagine what a murderous soldier it would be when it was perfected."

Du Yu rolled his eyes and put away the swordsmanship:

"I know, I know."

Soon, an ancient country constructed by Tengman appeared in Du Yu's vision. The ancient country was very large, but no matter from which angle it was viewed, it was an endless ashes. Although the building was still good, but for some reason, Du Yu could feel it, The interior has long been corrupted, and you should be able to feel it when you reach out and touch it. The seemingly perfect building is actually a ruined wall.

"Here, there is no clue."

Du Yu rolled his eyes again, and the psychic Taoist was also silent. Although this huge ancient country represented the prosperity of the elves, it could not survive the traces of the years after all. Du Yu walked on the ancient country and opened the first door. The object was exposed, and the first thing I saw was a dusty portrait.

Du Yu stretched out his hand and wiped the dust on the portrait at the front desk of the main hall. Only then did he see that it was an elf beauty in a white robe, long brown hair, and light golden wings. She looked very similar to the Monica she had met before. Like, it may be the ancestor of Monica.

And beside her is a huge sika deer, and a few rabbits eating grass beside the sika deer. The whole portrait reveals a peaceful atmosphere. Du Yu's heart calmed down inexplicably. For some reason, seeing this portrait felt in his heart. Inexplicably comfortable, as if the dust in my heart has been washed away for many days.

"Old man, can this portrait be taken off."

Du Yu could feel that if he took this portrait back, perhaps the dying elves would be a little more angry.

The psychic Taoist shook his head: "The traces of time on it are too heavy, I'm afraid there is no possibility of taking it away."

After all, the release time was too long and it was rotten, so Du Yu, who had understood it, rolled his eyes after turning around for a long time.

Although he was a little regretful, he continued to walk towards the main hall. There were dust and stone walls along the way, and he could not see a trace of objects and the vitality that might be contained in it.

The castle in the entire ancient city is like dead.

All you can see is ashes, but Du Yu is not without harvest. He picked up a cracked stone on the ground with mottled stripes on it. When Du Yu put the stone on the sheepskin roll, he successfully used the stone. The almost rusty thing on the page opened the fifth page of the parchment scroll.

And this page, although there is no special ability that makes people shine, it still makes him stare, because this page seems to be telling Du Yu, a special secret, Du Yu first turned the page and looked at it. He wrote one by one to the top, but he quickly became dizzy and fainted.