The Strongest Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

But seeing Du Yu's hand stretched out, he still stretched out his hand to lift his hand, and then stepped on the smooth anaconda skin.

"Ouch."

Du Yu screamed again. It turned out that the anaconda skin was too smooth, and the rotten wooden boat on it was broken into slag. Du Yu shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"No matter, just cross the river."

But Ye Lier seemed to have slipped her foot, and then she pulled Du Yu and fell directly onto the anaconda.

"No, sorry."

Du Yu pushed with both hands, just to the gentleness of his chest, a dark refreshment in his heart: Although it is a little smaller, the touch is still good.

Then Luck Reiki climbed up from the anaconda, waved his hand, it was all right, and at the same time, he was still thinking of the touch in his hand just now.

So under the unwilling leadership of King Anaconda, Du Yu took Ye Lier's hand and rushed towards the castle.

Ye Li'er's pink face was still red. Although she accidentally fell over because of the smooth skin of the anaconda, it still gave Du Yu a lot of money. Thinking of this, Ye Li'er's pink face blushed again.

Du Yu lay on the anaconda, spread it with the cloth that had been prepared, and then with a straw that was taken out of nowhere in the corner of his mouth, looked at Ye Lier's shy pink face, and smiled.

This long path of cultivation is not boring.

"gone."

On the other side of the river, just after dawn, Du Yu waved at Ye Lier.

"Ah, oh."

Ye Lier only noticed now that she blushed down from the anaconda and followed Du Yu.

Du Yu picked up the sheepskin roll in his hand and put away the Anaconda King, and then walked towards the castle.

Below the castle are two strange camps facing each other, one is the demon with horns on their heads, and the other is the elves with long ears. Shen Yunxi is at the elves and seems to be participating in the upcoming confrontation.

"grandfather."

Ye Li'er yelled, and then ran towards an old man of the elven clan. Du Yu touched his head and looked at Shen Yunxi embarrassedly:

"What a coincidence."

Shen Yunxi nodded, then took the long sword handed over by the elf next to him, and walked on the huge martial arts stage.

"This is, what's the matter?"

Du Yu was a little puzzled, and asked the old elven man on the side.

After hearing Ye Li'er's explanation, the old elven man looked at Du Yu with a little more kindness in his eyes, and explained with a smile;

"The last place of our elves is about to be occupied by the demons. We don't want to leave. Although we no longer have the heart of Orchid, we still have to fight to the end."

Speaking of the flames of gas in the eyes of the old elves, he continued:

"Fortunately, this female monk is willing to help us. We can't produce enough elven warriors to go to the martial arts stage."

Du Yu nodded and looked at the battle on the stage. Because of Ye Li'er, he had a great affection for the elves, and naturally he didn't want to see the elves annihilated.

"bump."

After a buzzing sound on the stage, Shen Yunxi was knocked off the ring. Du Yu reached out and hugged Shen Yunxi. Shen Yunxi blushed and did not refuse, then Du Yu helped her stand up.

The demon with horns on his head took the profanity away from his eyes, and said with a smile:

"I'm impatient, if I am willing to be my 18th concubine, I will go around you and not die. As for the elves, have you considered it?"

Du Yu looked at the armored demons. Obviously he was the leader of this team. The old elf gritted his teeth and was about to smash the net with them. Du Yu stretched out his hand to stop him, his face was a bit chilly, and then jumped onto the ring and said:

"Let me accompany you two tricks."

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Du Yu pulled out the broken sword in his arms, and the jealousy in the eyes of the demon clan became solemn. As a strong demon clan, he could feel the unobstructed edge of the broken sword.

"Hit if you want, there is so much nonsense."

Before Du Yu's words fell, a phantom rushed out of the broken sword and blessed Du Yu. That was the passing general. At this moment, Du Yu felt absolutely fearless.

The general's mentality was to stand on the top of the corpse in the sea of ​​blood and watch with cold eyes as the army rushed forward.

It was an almost absolute arrogance that didn't put anything in the eyes, and at the same time it was the ultimate that a sword could reach. In his world, the world was just a seven-foot cold light in his hand.

"Blood Demon Breaks the Sky."

The demon strong man took the scimitar in his hand, and the black fire ignited on the scimitar. His eyes were with respect, not for Du Yu, but respect for the passing general. Although the demon did not fear the strong , And they are not afraid of the strong, but they respect the strong.

The soul in the sword in Du Yu's hand is worthy of their respect, so he tried his best when he came up, and Du Yu didn't see the slightest panic in his eyes. His eyes were extremely calm, the world is huge, and there are so many things in his world. One person has one sword, and the others, if not withered bones in the sword, are embers in the world that have not been blown away by the wind.

"A sword falls to the stars."

This swordsmanship is no longer the swordsmanship that the general learned, but a brand-new swordsmanship mastered by Du Yu and the sword spirit resonance. Du Yu can feel the buzzing sound from the broken sword, it is joy.

Is the sword like its own?

Du Yu thought to himself, Zeng Ri’s generals broke the halberd and sank into the sand, and the broken sword at this moment, too, came from the battlefield and died on the battlefield.

"Boom, puff."

Two sounds sounded, and the entire ring was divided into two halves. The two of them succeeded in cracking the center of the ring. When the crack appeared, it spread rapidly. In the end, the whole ring was broken into countless rubbles. Du Yu and Na Mo The strong clan stood on the gravel and continued to fight.

The reason why the rubble was not broken into powder was not because the two of them were not strong enough, but because half of the rubble was filled with the sword intent emanating from Du Yu with endless traction, while the other part was The devilish energy on the demon clan was enveloped, and with this sword, the entire arena was cut into half of each of the two.

"Pick me this trick."

Du Yu smiled, but the smile was extremely cold. The woman who molested him in front of him, how could he not be angry in his heart, but the anger took away a touch of peace, and the calmness of the people in front of him was frustrated.

The hand interrupted the sword to draw three sword flowers, and finally locked the three flaws in the body of the demon strong. Ye Lier, who was watching the battle, quickly recognized that this was the sword technique used to defeat the Anaconda King not long ago.

"Sword Dang Sanxin."

The demon expert wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth. It was not the injury caused by the sword just now, but the backlash from his own swordsmanship. His talent was too different from Du Yu's. The sword just now used too much potential. , Although each occupies half of the country on the bright side, the actual situation can only be known in their own hearts.

This general already knew that he had lost, but the enthusiasm in his heart did not lose half of the point. The Demon Race, the most favorite thing is to fight against the strong.