End Times Dust Light

  Lu Ziming felt that he was a little cruel, and sent the young Zhuoma to the battlefield. This is the end of the world. If he cannot face the cruel reality, he has no choice but to give up.

  The bones in the Minotaur's hands "whoop", getting faster and faster, as if every single shot can crippled Dolma and patted it into meat sauce.

  Dolma ran and jumped around the Minotaur flexibly, but couldn't find a chance to make a sword. Is he already out of breath? The physical fitness he had trained for many years made up for his lack of practical experience.

  But Zhuo Ma couldn't stop, being forced by the Minotaur so that he didn't even have the opportunity to retreat. The bone weapon flew past Zhuoma's clothing corner every time. In the phantom, Lu Ziming almost exclaimed a few times.

  Lu Ziming regretted a little bit. He defeated Baihui. The power of the Minotaur was not comparable to Zhuoma. In addition, Zhuoma's lack of actual combat experience made him even more dangerous. The Minotaur is two levels higher than Dolma, and the fleeting fighter is not something Dolma can master now. Should Dolma continue to persevere?

   There seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear: Give up, strength is not forced out, and if you have to face reality, Zhuoma will die.

  At the same time, another voice retorted: The sword's edge came out of sharpening. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Without the training of life and death, you will not understand the soul of actual combat, and will never be able to defeat your own heart.

  At this moment, Lu Ziming hesitated a bit. Didn’t he also come here step by step in the first place? Survival defeated fear and hope replaced timidity. In order to survive, he took up a weapon, every knife was desperate, and every fight was a kind of tempering. Wouldn't Zhuoma be able to survive if it was made into steel.

   "Come on, you can definitely be a real warrior, you need to be watered with blood and sweat", Lu Ziming looked at Zhuoma who was entangled with the Minotaur coldly, and silently prayed for him in his heart.

  Every second is a torment for Lu Ziming, and every second is a test for Zhuoma.

  Lu Ziming approached the Minotaur quietly, using the steel knife in his hand as a swordsman, injecting little energy, while the Minotaur focused his attention on Zhuoma, a sword aura sneaked out.

  He is disrupting the rhythm of the Minotaur’s attack, and at the same time testing the Minotaur’s defenses. The final battle is still on his own, taking advantage of the Minotaur’s distraction to find out its weaknesses. A sword qi swept across the Minotaur's arm, which was testing its leather armor. The bone weapon in the painful Minotaur's hand swept across Zhuoma's cheek. A sword energy bombarded the Minotaur's chest, and a **** mouth appeared in its chest. The bone weapon in his hand nearly hit Zhuoma's legs.

  Dolma evaded the attack of the Minotaur embarrassingly, his whole body was covered with wounds, and the blood was stained red on the front of his clothes. Unlike the violent Minotaur, Zhuoma was already in a state of excitement at this time.

Bone weapons swept across Zhuoma's clothes with the sound of "whooping" wind, and lifted him to the ground. He immediately jumped from the ground, waved the sword in his hand, and forgot the move he had just learned and moved towards the bull's head. Cut off the blame.

  Bone weapons smashed heavily on the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust. Dolma quickly jumped from the air in the dust, and stepped on the void to stick to the Minotaur.

The Minotaur waved his arms and lifted Zhuoma close to him heavily. With heavy steps, he approached Zhuoma struggling on the ground step by step. He raised the bone weapon in his hand high and aimed it at the one who was about to roll on the ground. Zhuoma smashed down.

   With a "bang", a big pit appeared on the ground. Dolma, who was imaginary, did not appear in the big pit.

  The huge bone weapon landed on Zhuoma's feet, less than a few centimeters away from Zhuoma's legs. Zhuoma could even smell the stench from the bone weapon.

   "Sword out!"

  Lu Ziming's heart hung in his throat, secretly worrying about Zhuoma, and when time was delayed for a second, Zhuoma's strength would be reduced by one point. The Minotaur who was secretly harassed by Lu Ziming didn't know that the person attacking it was not Zhuoma who desperately dodged it, but this did not prevent the Minotaur from venting all his tyrannical aura on Zhuoma.

  I have experienced countless firsts in my life, some of which are unconscious, some of which I know. When I walked into the school gate for the first time and faced a group of strange friends, I discovered that the most terrifying thing in the world is not the parents, but the teacher standing on the podium. Every word and word of his needs to be kept in mind, otherwise he will They should be punished for standing, copying books, and memorizing texts. When I saw a girl with a heartbeat for the first time, under the stimulation of male hormones, it was difficult to open my mouth, clumsy even I couldn't believe it...

A lot of them have formed an imperfect life trajectory for the first time, the first time to work, the first love, the first quarrel with others, the first prank..., the first time is not always good. Yes, with Zhuoma’s first killing, fear gradually became numb, fear of being replaced by excitement, and under the attack of the Minotaur, he slipped away from the claws of death again and again, like dancing on a blade. Gradually aroused Zhuoma's unyielding will.

  Dolma has a sword....

In the panic, Zhuoma finally stabbed the first sword in his life. There was no surging blow, no unstoppable momentum, and even the standard stabbing action was not performed, but he stabbed it out, which was enough. .

Bravely stabbing the first sword, Zhuoma seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body, and looked at the tall Minotaur with incredible eyes. At this moment, there was no fear and fear in his eyes. He could do what others could do. Things done.

A faint flash of light danced on the embroidered sword, rubbing against the air to produce a weird bright color. With the current flowing from the tip of the sword, it spread from the minotaur’s arm to the whole body. Without knowing the thorn, Zhuoma injected it. How much energy. The tall Minotaur's body stiffened a bit, and his thick arms twisted like a conditioned reflex. The bulky and huge bone weapon slipped out of his hands and his body became stiff and straight.

   "Quick! Take another stab."

  The minotaur actually reacted to the electric current. This was something that Lu Ziming hadn’t expected in advance. Didn’t it mean that the zombie’s nervous system was pinched off? Could it be that electricity also has an effect on the zombie's brain, maybe there are reasons that I don't know, now there is no time to think about it, the Minotaur can quickly recover, and then there will be more terrifying madness and blows.

  Lu Ziming is ready, the opportunity is rare, and it is fleeting. If Zhuoma doesn't make a move, he will make a move.

   "Eyes! Yes, stab it, kill it, and you can become a real warrior. You don't need to prove to anyone. You have proven yourself with strength. From now on, you are a warrior on the grassland, stab!"