The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Papa."

There was a round of applause in an instant, and the werewolf clapped his huge slap:

"Congratulations, this level, you have passed, but the next level, what is needed, but the actual strength, I wish you good luck."

Du Yu took the new token he threw over and nodded.

Then walked towards the next floor, the psychic Taoist sighed and said:

"Boy, your xinxing has become more stable."

Du Yu rolled his eyes and ignored him. As soon as he stepped in on the fourth floor, Du Yu saw that he was in the sky. Although the silkworm would never fall when it was running, he couldn't help but exclaimed. :

"Fuck, who made this tower? Every floor is so thrilling."

"Are you here, barrier breaker."

A soldier with a sword in his hand, stepped on a cloud under his feet, and shot directly towards Du Yu. The hair on Du Yu's body stood up instantly, and he could feel that it was an instinct for danger.

That person locked his Qi machine in an instant, and this blow could only be resisted.

"Clang, clang, clang."

After a series of voices sounded, Du Yu felt that his wrist was already tingling. This person said that he would fight and fight without any reservation. If he is a little careless, this level may really lose his life.

"What are the rules for clearing this level."

Du Yu blocked the all-pervasive knife light while taking the time to inquire.

The person's voice came faintly, but the speed of the swordsman in his hand did not slow down at all:

"It's easy, just beat me."

"groove."

Du Yu couldn't help yelling, everyone here is the pinnacle of wandering, simple ass.

"Is that so."

Du Yu shook his teeth, opened the sheepskin scroll and released Ze Xi and Chenziyang in an instant. The two of them lost weight in an instant, and then they heard Du Yu's cry:

"Beat him for me."

Chen Ziyang took the broken sword thrown by Du Yu, and the sword light soon came first, blocking the man's sword light.

Ze Xi also drew his sword quickly, and he was still the blood demon he was most familiar with.

"Finally slowed down."

Du Yu shook his sore wrist, angrily wanting to scold his mother.

The first level of Shenyou and the peak of Shenyou, hit the fart, or the kind of exhaustion when you come up.

"Boy, this sword is not right. If it were the peak of a normal wandering, you would have been hacked to death."

Although Du Yu was very angry, he nodded and expressed his approval.

"So, you should turn to page seven."

"You tell me how to open it."

Du Yu rolled his eyes. This time, there was no medium to open the seventh page.

The psychic Taoist shook his head: "Such a person is simply an absolute weapon made with despair. As long as he soaks his sword energy on the parchment scroll, the seventh page will be opened."

Du Yu nodded, the sheepskin roll flew out in his hand, and the knife wind stopped in an instant. A portal appeared in front of the sheepskin roll. Du Yu walked in toward the gate, Ze Xi and Chen Ziyang looked at each other and then walked in.

There is a strange sight in the pages of the book. Although I can see it, Du Yu stretched out his hand and found that he couldn't enter at all.

"This is just a picture and cannot be changed."

The psychic Taoist sighed. Although he knew this before, he was still a little sad, because the weapon created this time was nothing but the worst, driving a natural knife into madness, using the absolute barrier between life and death. Created such a desperate knife, and no matter how sharp the blade is, it will only be a dead thing after all.

As for how he was trapped here, it is not known.

"You can't keep it."

Wearing armor, the figure that was held around the neck by a sword on the city wall was the same sword spirit just now.

Du Yu looked at that person even though he was unwilling, but still cruelly said:

"If you want to kill, kill, there is so much nonsense."

Looking at the broken gun barrel beside him, Du Yu secretly said a pity that he was another wizard who had chosen the wrong weapon.

This person is the Xiantian Sword Embryo, if it complements the Xiantian Sword Embryo, it will be no less than a tiger with wings, but at this moment, he is doomed to the end, not everyone can be like Chen Ziyang, he can correct the direction just right, and more, In that era of war, you will only lose yourself in the war.

Then the knife on his neck fell down quickly, and then the head flew up, but the person with the knife or the executioner seemed to have forgotten or didn't know at all. If an innate knife embryo is slashed with a knife, it cannot be killed.

But the blade embryo died, not by someone else's sword, but in his own despair, in the despair of the country's ruined family but his own powerless to defend.

That day, the executioner seemed to be at a loss. Why did this man die without a trace of blood slipping off his body, but soon Du Yu knew the answer.

The head cracked, and the stones and dust on the ground split with the cracking of the head, and a pervasive sword aura burst out in the direction of the head in an instant.

The entire city was cut to pieces. As for the people on the city, naturally, they couldn't escape the end of death.

A sword gas was recast into a human shape from under the city that was shattered into dust, and then, what Du Yu saw now.

Although it is a human form, it exudes a sword spirit, and his eyes are blood-red magical shadows.

Being an immortal and a demon are all in one thought, and the support for the formation of this sword shadow is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling to break away from this country, and dying here; unwilling, no one behind can take care of it. Stop these gangsters from entering the city; unwilling to do so, they will no longer have the power to recover, and they will not be able to change the outcome.

"You should be thankful."

Ze Xi looked at Chen Ziyang with a complicated expression. He could see Du Yu's vision in the sheepskin scroll, so he knew that if it weren't for Du Yu, Chen Ziyang's ending would be even more tragic than this congenital knife embryo. After all, with a knife, yes. Can kill the congenital sword embryo, and at that time, no one can protect him.

Although Chen Ziyang didn't understand what happened, he nodded, he felt right or wrong, of course, that was all.

"Old man, you said, how to fight this thing, his whole body is made of sword energy, and he does not have the rationality that ordinary people should have, not to mention, the strength is still the pinnacle of Shenyou."

The psychic Taoist sighed and said: "Use the pages of a book to supersede him. This kind of resentful existence cannot be recovered. After so many years of torture, death is his only relief."

Du Yu rolled his eyes and said out of breath: "But I can't beat him."

The psychic Taoist said in a deep voice, "Open the seventh page, and you will know the answer."

Du Yu rolled his eyes, and instead of playing a riddle with the psychic Taoist, he opened the parchment scroll, and then he knew what the so-called super degree was.

There was a strange breath in the sheepskin scroll, Du Yu smelled it, it should be alcohol, and in the alcohol, the blade of the knife appeared clear for a moment. At this moment, Chen Ziyang's eyes flashed, and his hand interrupted the sword to shoot. , And then the sword energy was instantly chaotic, and then suddenly scattered in the air, only a token flew out of it, and finally fell into Du Yu's hand.

"thanks."

Du Yu could hear the last voice of the man, he sighed and shook his head.