End Times Dust Light

  If it was shocking the first time, then the second time was a deep fear of Lu Ziming. The metamorphosis is strength, and he even pretended to be a good rabbit. This would make others live without reason.

In fact, Lu Ziming himself was equally shocked. Although the second sword is not metamorphosis of the first sword, the attack power and speed are not proportional to the energy reduction. In other words, the effect of 10 units of energy should theoretically be 20 units. Half of the energy is actually attenuated by less than 40%. The energy effect used is not proportional to the energy itself. There should be some kind of energy efficiency curve, which is related to the red pupil sword.

  These are all guesses. It feels a bit different from previous cognitions.

  When it was refined into sword qi, it was discovered that 100 units of energy can kill monsters below Tier 4, which can no longer be described as a loss that is not worth the loss. It is a bit like the feeling of hitting a mosquito with a missile.

  Now it’s different. After using the Red Eye Sword to kill a monster below Tier 4, it is estimated that the energy required is less than 20 units, which has fallen to a tolerable range.

  But there is still one thing that is not clear. Why can the Crimson Eye Sword only inject 20 units of energy at a time, and a little more energy cannot be injected. This makes him very confused. Is there anything else he doesn't know?

  I don’t understand. Now there is no time to think about it, and the immediate matter must be dealt with first.

   "Road! You are too powerful, hiding deep enough?" Zhuoma's childish face was full of "unkind" expressions.

   Wendona felt cold all over. When she first saw Lu Ziming, she and Sanal were intent on killing. Now when I think about it, I feel the cold wind whizzing at the back of her neck.

  Glu’s death happened a few seconds ago, and then his companion was also killed by Lu Ziming. The survivors of another melee in the square suddenly stopped again, still at a loss, still puzzled. Some people far away from Lu Ziming slapped, feeling that the atmosphere became more and more weird, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into ice water, looking around vigilantly.

  This was the first time, followed by another time, which made people not live.

   Fighting is completely relied on courage and impulsiveness, and it is exhausted again and again. This is not a sport that is the first in friendship and second in the competition. It is still a fart after playing twice in a row! Many survivors were resentful and began to curse in their hearts. As for the curse, they didn't even know what they were.

  "Do you want to fight anymore?"

   "Wait, what seems to happen over there?"

"Tamar, what matters to you there, I want the holy sword, who dares to stop me!" Bara cursed and pushed away from the crowd and walked out: "What happened? Why don't you stop fighting? I want a holy sword...".

Someone patted Bala on the shoulder. Bala turned his head and wanted to yell at him. When he turned around, it turned out that it was his boss Daltai. In front of Daltai, Bala was a dog that bites people everywhere. If the dog bites Master, can the dog live?

   "Boss, what's the situation?"

  Daltai's face was sullen. Obviously, he had been standing here for a while, his eyes glanced at the two corpses in the middle and did not speak.

  Bala scratched his head. Didn’t the corpse have never been seen before, isn’t there a lot of lying next to him? I mumbled in my heart: "What's so good?" But these words can only be kept in my heart, but I dare not say them.

  For this Bala, who only has muscles and no head, Daltai really has nothing to do, and whispered: "Didn't you see it? The other party is a super master, do you want to go up and die?"

  Bala really didn’t see it. To be precise, he didn’t pay attention. When someone was fighting, he also cared about how other people were killed. Isn’t this boring and painful? However, it is easy for the murderer to see how the slain was killed. This is the same reason that it is difficult to detect a crime by the police.

It didn’t matter at all, Bara took a breath, one of the corpses was cut in half by something, and that person Bara also knew, turned out to be Ren Yan’s first powerful general, Ge Lu. "Who did this?" Then another question arose, "My god, who can cut Gru in half with a single knife, is it a man's job?"

Bara, who often kills, knows too well. To split a person in half, first, the person must stand still; secondly, if the weapon in his hand is the best; finally, the person must have superior martial arts and great strength. It can't be done with a little less.

  Forget it if it is an unknown person, who is this! Ren Yan's first tough general, Gelu, would stand and be smashed in the middle? Obviously the first one is impossible. It's really hard to talk about only the best weapons, but the steel knives in Gelu's hands are definitely not ordinary. The last point is certain, the person who can smash Gru to death is definitely not Bara's ability to deal with.

  Bala looks simple in mind and well-developed limbs, but his judgment of the moment of life and death is not bad at all. There are a few fools who can survive the end of the world, and he retreats back. This kind of thing is not something he can do.

  More and more survivors gathered around and saw the corpse lying on the ground pointing, but no one asked: Who killed Gru.

  Does this still need to be asked? No matter who killed it, he couldn't afford to provoke him. It was too late to hide. Isn't he going forward to find death?

   "Now, I say Zhuo Ma is the king, whoever refuses to accept it, stand up!"

  Lu Ziming is now a bit hard to get off the hook, he thinks about it and makes things impossible. If you kill like this, I am afraid that only one person can get out of the pyramid. It is better to push Zhuoma to the front desk when the survivors do not react.

   "Road! You mean...?"

  "Shut up!" He pointed to the holy sword on the small pyramid: "Dolma, go get the holy sword, and kill those who block it!"

   "I...!" Zhuo Ma looked at Lu Ziming in disbelief, excited, scared, and excited with a hint of hesitation. So many survivors looked at him, and Zhuo Ma was not nervous.

   "Who is he! How come I haven't seen him before, so arrogant!"

   "Shhh! Be quiet, don't die. You didn't see how the first titan Gru died, do you want to be the third one?"

   "It was Gru who killed him? No way."

   "Don't believe me, go up and try?"

  The speaker moved his body back, thinking he was stupid! Can this kind of thing make a bird? I didn't see that even Daltai didn't say anything, and Bara next to it was a frosted eggplant --- wilted. At this time, whoever came out was unlucky.

"Since there is no objection, Dolma is the king of the grassland." Lu Ziming took Dolma, who was still hesitating, and walked under the small pyramid. The survivors were automatically divided into two columns and watched step by step as they walked up the small pyramid. Zhuoma, although unwilling in her heart, no one wants to stand up.