The strongest emperor of the Three Kingdoms

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

Du Yu then looked at the various secret books collected in the attic, including the Seven Shang Fist, Zong Tian Jue, and the Martial Saint Way.

The names are very domineering, but all of them are basically fatal martial arts. The owner of this attic must be very fond of this kind of martial arts. He has collected countless martial arts. Du Yu rolled his eyes. No matter how strong he is with such martial arts, he can't do it. He doesn't know how to practice. He still wants to conquer the world and have fun with girls. He only has one life, so it is important.

Du Yu continued to walk forward. The attic seemed to be very large, with no end in sight. The first thing that caught his eye on the weapons floor was a pair of heavy iron armor.

Du Yu stretched out his hand to feel it, and then used his spiritual energy to feel the heavy weight of the scattered objects.

Du Yu took off the armor and put it on his body. The weight was not heavy for a person cultivating immortality, but it didn't seem to have any protective effect.

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

This should be a pair of light armor. After using the spiritual energy, it feels like it weighs less than a pound, and its defense seems to have been significantly improved.

Du Yu punched the armor with 70% of his force, leaving only a faint mark on the armor and no trace of damage.

Du Yu nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards the weapons layer.

Du Yu held the long knife in his hand and waved it for a moment before throwing it back on the shelf and shaking his head.

Looking at the dazzling array of spiritual treasures around him, Du Yu had a helpless look on his face.

It can be said that these spirit treasures are not weak, but none are suitable for Du Yu to use.

After all, Du Yu has gone through many battles along the way, so he is naturally very picky about Lingbao.

As the saying goes, only by possessing a very handy spiritual treasure can you maximize your own strength.

Maybe the monks who have just entered the practice don't think so, but Du Yu is definitely not a human being, so he naturally knows how powerful it is. In many key battles, it was because of this weak weakness that he fell. In such a scene, Du Yu Don't want to see it.

The psychic Taoist couldn't help it anymore and screamed strangely in his mind:

"Boy, look at that cold blade above your head."

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

You can feel the sharp edge coming from the sword across the weapon platform.

But it was a pity that the sword was broken. Du Yu had never been interested in broken swords, so he passed the broken sword from the beginning.

"Old man, this is a broken sword."

Du Yu couldn't help but muttered that 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're such a good boy. This is the most famous sword in the world. Although it's broken, it can't be repaired. Besides, do you think you can take this sword whenever you want? This sword has a spirit. You You have to get his approval before you can hold it in your hands.”

Du Yu waved his hand and said perfunctorily:

"I know, I know."

Then he stretched out his hand carelessly and jumped up to hold the hilt of the broken sword. As soon as he held the hilt of the sword, Du Yu felt his eyes blurred, and then he didn't know anything at all.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a very strange picture. The person in the picture was a general, and the general was holding this broken sword. The difference from now was 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 and riding on a horse, with countless pursuers chasing him behind him.

But the man didn't panic. He avoided countless pursuers by dodging left and right, and he also took the opportunity to kill many of them.

But Du Yu noticed that the wounds on the man's body gradually increased. It was obvious that the man was not a cultivator. At most, he had just cultivated a little spiritual energy. He had never even stepped into the threshold of cultivating the Dao. But that person But there is always a sharp edge in people's eyes, just like the sword in Ruo's hand, which he would rather break than surrender.

It’s not like the pursuers in the picture never tried to recruit him to surrender. After all, such an outstanding general is always in demand everywhere, but the man refused. Until he died in the battle, he never showed any intention to surrender. The picture When he arrived here, Du Yu felt in a trance.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a repulsive force from the broken sword in his hand, and then he flew out and fell to the ground.

It's not that he didn't try to stand up, but the strange thing was that his spiritual power couldn't function at that moment, so he just fell down.

The voice of the channeling Taoist was somewhat gloating:

"Boy, if you are so arrogant, you will suffer a loss now."

Du Yu rolled his eyes:

"Old man, please tell me how to recover this sword spirit."

The psychic Taoist's tone was as gloating as ever:

"It's very simple, just make it feel that you are the same as his master and would rather die than surrender."

"Fuck."

Du Yu couldn't help but exclaimed. What the old man said was the same as what he didn't say. That man looked forward to death. He, Du Yu, had a great youth. How could he be like this general, doing something like wrapping a body in a horse's belly?

"Old man, at worst I don't want this sword anymore, you can do whatever you want."

Du Yu rolled his eyes, crossed his arms over his chest, sat on the ground and exhaled.

Du Yu shouted:

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

Angry fire ignited in Du Yu's eyes, then he jumped up again and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

He quickly succeeded in grabbing the hilt of the sword, but then, the same sword energy as before came out of his palm and paralyzed his entire nerves. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to prevent him from using the technique again. , so he fell to the ground like a dog chewing shit.