End Times Dust Light

  Lu Ziming has never regarded himself as a savior. He has never even thought about being a hero. Everything he does is to live better. Only by living can there be hope.

He can no matter what others are thinking, but he has to consider the consequences of things. Once he starts to kill, his blood-stained hands will continue to kill until he sinks into an inextricable abyss. Maybe this is what the pyramid thinks of. result.

  He was hesitant, but could not think of a good way. This is his limitation.

  In the square, knives, swords, shadows, and flesh and blood flew across. A fire man was surrounded by several strong men. He was obviously at a disadvantage, but he was still unwilling to give up the opportunity to rush to the small pyramid.

  Most of the people who participated in the killing were super powers, and there were also a few strong people. I don’t know why they rarely used super powers, maybe they were consumed in previous battles, which is similar to Lu Ziming's situation. Even so, the battle was extremely fierce, with flames and ice storms everywhere, and the few survivors who looked like wind-bearers used their speed advantages to shuttle back and forth in the crowd, setting off a **** storm.

A fireman had just knocked a strong man to the ground, and immediately a sharp ice cone was inserted from his back and shot out from his chest. The fireman turned his head and found that the attacker turned out to be the alliance just now. By.

  Similar killings are constantly being staged, and no one can believe the companions around him. The companions who joined hands in the first second, became the immortal opponents in the second.

  Every survivor is carefully avoiding his companions around him, and no one knows who will kill him in the next second. Under the shadow of death, companions will become enemies, and enemies will become temporary comrades-in-arms. It is so wonderful and cold.

   "Dolma, come back soon!"

He saw two people encircling Wendona. As the winder, Wendona used the speed advantage of the winder to entangle the two. The difference in strength between the two parties is not that great. One-to-two Wendona is obviously not. Furthermore, the advantage is gradually in a situation where the disadvantage is passively beaten.

Speaking of which, the survivors on the square did not regard Dolma as an opponent. The electric talent itself has an overwhelming advantage of the same level. However, Dolma who lacks actual combat experience has difficulty grasping the initiative in the battle. He was chased and beaten, but the situation was too chaotic. No one took Zhuoma as the main target. This gave Zhuoma time to escape and breathe.

  God knew what Zhuoma was thinking at this time, and she took the initiative to provoke the two super-powers who besieged Wendona. Isn’t this the mouse licking the cat’s **** and killing him? Zhuoma can't deal with any superpower.

  Dolma couldn't effectively control the energy in the body. As soon as he shot his hand, he was seized by a super power person.

  In terms of momentum and combat experience, ten Zhuomas would not be enough to kill, and suddenly he was scared to move by such a scene.

  Seeing that the flame was about to hit Zhuoma's body, but Zhuoma didn't mean to dodge in the slightest. At the moment of the dead, a figure hugged Zhuoma, and retreated several steps to stabilize the figure.

   "Road!..., Me!"

  "Don't say it!" The person here is really Lu Ziming. Others don't know how talented Zhuoma is. He can't know it better. He hasn't experienced the baptism of the battlefield, and he may not even be able to show his strength.

"Death!" The burly man in front of him saw that a blow was missed, and a young man appeared. His heart burst out with anger. He whispered in his mouth and screamed. With a wave of the steel knife in his hand, he rushed from bottom to top. Lu Ziming killed him.

   "Lu! He is Ren Yan's first strongman, Ge Lu, be careful!"

Lu Ziming almost fainted, "You know that the opponent is the number one warrior of Ren Yan, the curly dog, you still fight with him, isn't this looking for death? Do you know how death is written", he had already told Zhuoma Speechless, this is really fearless for the ignorant, "from ancient times a hero is born a boy", either a hero or an idiot.

Ge Lu's sword is so smooth and flowing, it seems that there should be this sword. There is no pretense, no contrarian. It is completely on the basis of the previous one to take advantage of the trend. It is so clean that people can not help but applaud. , Knife skills have entered exquisite.

  It is a pity that he lacks a little charm and aura, otherwise he can reach the microscopic level.

It is this little difference that makes the difference between Gelug and Lu Ziming not too big. One is just getting started with superb skills, and the other is the combat skills that are incisive. In essence, it belongs to half a catty and does not form an overwhelming advantage. .

  It was precisely because of this little difference that he did not dare to have any contempt. The light of the knife flashed, and his figure had exploded and retreated several steps, just avoiding the fatal knife.

  "Momoxin...Hey!" Gruang started, pointed his knife at Lu Ziming, looked at Lu Ziming with disdain, and mumbled that he didn't know what he was talking about, so naturally it wouldn't be a good thing.

   "Lu! He cursed", Zhuo Ma naturally would not let others curse his Anda, and immediately replied in Mongolian if he cursed.

  "Han! Coward, don't you Han people even have the courage to take a knife?" This time Glu said in lame Chinese.

Lu Ziming looked at Gelu quietly. If he could scold the dead, he would not know how many times he had died. If it weren't for saving Zhuoma, he would not take action. They killed each other, and the more people died. The more advantageous you are.

  Glu said in a mocking tone: "Go through here, and I will let you go, and this bastard." He pointed his knife at his cross-bar.

  How could the **** Dolma be insulted by Gelu, a current was condensed between her fingers when she said something inconsistent, and she lifted her hand and shot it towards Gelu's descendants' bag.

  Glu had long been prepared for the sneak attack by the two, and the moment Zhuoma took the shot, the knife in his hand had already been slashed out.

  The electric current hits the metal steel knife in the air and immediately wrapped it around the steel knife. The bright and beating electric current made a "chicking" sound on the steel knife, but it didn't hurt Gelu a minute.

   "Is it just this capable? The little lamb who is still breastfeeding, dare to fight for the holy sword and die!" Ge Lu is not a fast-paced person, and the steel knife in his hand has been slashed towards Dolma when he speaks.

In Ge Lu's eyes, perhaps Zhuoma threatened Ge Lu even more. At least after Lu Ziming backed twice in a row, Ge Lu didn't think Lu Ziming was a threat anymore, and he used the corner of his eye with contempt. Passed by, just glanced at it, and was shocked.

  "This is the breath of death." If Gelug, who was crawling in the pile of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, hadn't been a little alert, I'm afraid the corpse would have become bones. He saw that the Han Chinese waved the embroidered rapier in his hand. It was the seemingly random movement, and the light stroke in the air made him feel deep fear.