The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

Du Yu picked up the third scroll, which aroused his interest. He firmly remembered that the person in the sarcophagus said that only what suits him is the best, so he nodded and said to himself Saying: "That's it."

Du Yu then took a look at the various cheats in the attic, what Qishang Quan, Zongtian Jue, and what martial arts.

The name is very domineering, but all of them are basically mortal martial arts. Presumably, the owner of this loft is very fond of this kind of martial arts. If you don't know how to practice, he still wants to make love to the girls in the world. There is only one life, and it matters.

Du Yu continued to walk towards the front. The attic seemed very large, with no end in sight. The first layer of weapons that came into view was a pair of heavy iron armor.

Du Yu stretched out his hand to feel it, and then lifted up the loose objects that were not light in spiritual power.

Du Yu took off the armor and put it on himself. This weight was not too heavy for the cultivator, but it seemed that it could not provide much protection.

Du Yu's luck and spiritual energy filled the entire armor, and then he discovered the secret of the armor.

This should be a pair of light armor. After lifting the aura, it feels that it weighs less than a catty, and its defense seems to have been significantly improved.

Du Yu slammed a fist on the armor, using 70% of his strength, leaving only a faint mark on the armor, and no trace of damage was visible.

Du Yu nodded in satisfaction, and then walked towards the weapon floor.

Du Yu took the long knife in his hand and waved it for a moment, then threw it back on the shelf and shook his head.

Looking at the dazzling array of Lingbao around, Du Yu's face showed a helpless look.

It can be said that these spirit treasures are not weak, but they are not suitable for Du Yu to use.

After all, Du Yu didn't know how many battles he had gone through this way, so he was naturally very picky about Lingbao.

As the saying goes, only by possessing a very handy Lingbao can one exert one's own strength to the extreme.

Perhaps the monks who have just entered the practice do not think so, but Du Yujue is very human, and naturally knows that this is powerful. In many key battles, it is because of this weak weakness that he has fallen. Such a scene, Du Yu Don't want to see.

The psychic Taoist couldn't help it anymore, and cried out strangely in his mind:

"Boy, look at the cold blade on the top of your head."

Du Yu raised his head this time and looked at the broken sword that he had overlooked at the beginning. Indeed, he could feel that if the blade was not damaged, it was indeed a treasure.

Across the weapon stand, you can feel the bursts of sharpness from the blade of it.

But it's a pity that this sword was broken. Du Yu had never been interested in Broken Sword, so he passed the Broken Sword at the beginning.

"Old man, this is a broken sword."

Du Yu couldn't help muttering, the psychic Taoist seemed to want to reach out and hit Du Yu, but when he remembered that he couldn't do it, he said angrily:

"You guys get cheap and sell well. This is also the best sword in the world. Although it is broken, it is not impossible to repair. Moreover, do you think this sword is what you want to take? This sword has spirit, you You must get his approval before you can hold it in your hand."

Du Yu waved his hand and said perfunctorily:The source of this content is novelenglish.net . Fɪre

"I know, I know."

Then he stretched out his hand and jumped up to hold it on the hilt of the broken sword. Du Yu just felt a flower in front of him, and then he didn't know anything.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a very peculiar picture. The person in the picture was a general. The general was holding this broken sword. The difference is that at that time, this The sword didn't seem to be broken. When Du Yu saw the general, he was holding the sword in his hand, riding on a horse, and countless chasing soldiers were rushing behind him.

But the man didn't panic, he didn't know how many chasing soldiers fluttered from the left to the right, and he even took the opportunity to kill a lot of them.

However, Du Yu noticed that the wounds on that person's body gradually increased. Obviously, that person was not a cultivator. He just cultivated a little spiritual energy without even stepping into the threshold of cultivating. However, people's eyes are always sharp, just like the sword in Ruo's hand, they would rather break it than surrender.

The chaser in the picture did not try to surrender him. After all, such an outstanding general is a talented person who is needed everywhere, but that person refused. Until the final battle, he did not see any surrender. The picture When he got here, Du Yu felt a trance before him.

When he opened his eyes again, the broken sword in his hand sent waves of repulsion, and then he flew out and fell a dog on the ground to eat shit.

It was not that he had never tried to stand up, but it was strange that his spiritual power couldn't work at that moment, so he just fell off like this.

The voice of the psychic Taoist is a little gloating:

"Boy, make you arrogant, you will suffer now."

Du Yu rolled his eyes:

"Old stuff, tell me how to regain this sword spirit."

The tone of the psychic Taoist is as always gloating:

"It's very simple, let it feel that you, like his master, would rather die than surrender."

"Fuck."

Du Yu couldn't help but exclaimed. The old man said it was the same as he didn't say. The man regarded death as his home. Du Yu has a great youth, how could it be like this general to do something like a horse belly.

"Old man, it's a big deal, I don't want this sword, you can figure it out."

Du Yu rolled his eyes, put his hands around his chest, and sighed while sitting on the ground.

Du Yu shouted:

"I don't believe it anymore, I can't accept this broken sword."

An angry fire ignited in Du Yu's eyes, and then jumped up again, reaching out to grab the hilt of the sword.

He quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword, but then, the same sword energy as before came from his palm and paralyzed his entire nerves. Although it was only a moment, it was enough to prevent him from performing the exercise again. , So he fell to the ground with another dog-grabbing gesture.