The strongest emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"Bah bang bang."

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

"Congratulations, you have passed this level, but the next level requires real strength. I wish you good luck."

Du Yu took the new token he threw and nodded.

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

"Boy, your temperament has become calmer."

Du Yu rolled his eyes and ignored him. As soon as he stepped into the fourth floor, Du Yu saw that he was in the sky. Although the silkworm was running so that he would not fall, he couldn't help but exclaimed. :

"Damn it, who the hell built this tower? Every level is so thrilling."

"Are you here, barrier breaker?"

A man was holding a sword and a cloud under his feet, flying directly towards Du Yu. The hair on Du Yu's body stood up instantly. He could feel that it was an instinct for danger.

The man locked his Qi machine in an instant, and he could only resist this blow forcefully.

"Clang, clang, clang."

After a series of sounds, Du Yu felt that his wrists were already sore and numb. This man's attitude of fighting was unreserved. If he was a little careless, he might really lose his life at this level.

"What are the rules for passing this level?"

Du Yu took time out of his busy schedule to ask while blocking the all-pervasive sword light.

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

"It's easy, just beat me."

"groove."

Du Yu couldn't help but curse loudly. Everyone here is at the peak of his fugue. It's so simple.

"That's right."

Du Yu shook his teeth, opened the parchment and instantly released Ze Xi and Chen Ziyang. The two lost weight in an instant and when they recovered, they heard Du Yu's cry:

"Hit him for me."

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

And Ze Xi also quickly drew his sword, it was still the Blood Demon Breaking Sky Kill that he was most familiar with.

"Finally I'm relieved."

Du Yu shook his sore wrist and felt so angry that he wanted to curse.

Fighting between the first level of divine movement and the peak of divine movement, it's a fart fight, it's still the kind of fighting with all your strength.

"Boy, there's something wrong with this sword energy. If you were at the peak of your normal divine movement, you should have been hacked to death long ago."

Although Du Yu was angry, he still nodded in approval.

"So, it's time for you to turn to page seven."

"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 an absolute weapon created out of despair. As long as his sword energy is soaked into the parchment, the seventh page will be opened."

Du Yu nodded, and the parchment flew out of his hand. The sword wind stopped instantly. A portal appeared in front of the parchment. Du Yu walked towards the portal. Ze Xi and Chen Ziyang looked at each other and followed.

There was a strange scene in the book page. Although he could see it, Du Yu stretched out his hand and found that he could not enter at all.

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

The psychic Taoist sighed. Although he had known this for a long time, he was still a little sad because the weapon he created this time was itself a waste of money. He drove a natural sword embryo crazy, using the absolute barrier between life and death. Creating such a knife of despair, no matter how sharp the blade is, it is just a dead thing after all.

How he got trapped here is unknown.

"You can't keep it."

Wearing armor, the figure on the city wall with Dao Zu holding his neck was the Dao Spirit just now.

Du Yu looked at the man unwillingly, but still said harshly:

"Kill if you want, there's so much nonsense."

Looking at the broken gun barrel next to him, Du Yu secretly thought it was a pity that he was another prodigy who chose the wrong weapon.

This man is an innate sword embryo. If he and the innate sword embryo complement each other, they will be as powerful as a tiger. But at this moment, his ending is already doomed. Not everyone can be like Chen Ziyang, and he can correct the direction just right. More, In that war-torn era, you would only lose yourself in the chaos.

The knife around his neck fell quickly, and immediately the head flew up, but the person holding the knife or the executioner seemed to have forgotten or didn't know at all that an innate knife embryo could not be killed if cut with a knife.

But the sword embryo still died, not by other people's swords, but by his own despair, by the despair of losing his country and his family but being unable to defend himself.

That day, the executioner seemed very confused as to why there was not a trace of blood falling from this man's body after death, but soon, Du Yu knew the answer.

The head was split open, and the stones and dust on the ground also split with the split of the head. A pervasive sword energy burst out in the direction of the head in an instant.

The entire city was cut into pieces. As for the people on the city, naturally, they could not escape the end of death.

A sword energy was recast into a human form from under the city that was shattered into dust, and then, that's what Du Yu saw now.

Although it was in human form, it was a demonic figure that exuded sword energy and had eyes as red as blood.

Becoming an immortal or a demon is just a thought, and what supports the shape of the sword shadow is the inescapable unwillingness. Unwilling, the country is ruined and the family is destroyed and the body dies here; unwilling, there is no one to take care of the people behind. Stop these gangsters from entering the city; unwilling to do so, I have no power to turn around and can't change the outcome.

"You should feel lucky."

Zexi looked at Chen Ziyang with a complicated expression. He could see Du Yu's vision in the parchment, so he knew that if it weren't for Du Yu, Chen Ziyang's ending would be more tragic than this innate sword embryo. After all, using a knife is He could kill the innate sword embryo, but at that time, no one could protect him.

Although Chen Ziyang didn't understand what happened, he still nodded. He sensed right and wrong, but of course, that was all.

"Old man, tell me how to fight this thing. His whole body is made of sword energy, and he doesn't have the rationality that ordinary people should have. What's more, his strength is still at the peak of Fugue."

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

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

The psychic Taoist said solemnly: "Open page seven and you will know the answer."

Du Yu rolled his eyes and opened the parchment directly without asking the psychic Taoist to play charades. Then, he knew what the so-called salvation was.

There was a strange smell coming from the parchment. Du Yu smelled it. It should be the smell of alcohol. In the smell of alcohol, the sword embryo appeared clear for a moment. At this moment, Chen Ziyang's eyes flashed and he broke the sword in his hand. , then the sword energy was instantly confused, and then suddenly scattered in the air. Only a token flew out from it, and finally fell into Du Yu's hand.

"Thanks."

Du Yu could hear the man's last voice. He sighed and shook his head.