Lu Ziming has never regarded himself as a savior, he has not even thought about being a hero, everything he does is to live better, only by living can there be hope.

He can not care about what others are thinking, but he can't ignore the consequences of things, once he starts killing, his bloody hands will continue to kill, until he sinks into the abyss from which he cannot extricate himself, maybe this is the result of the pyramid's thoughts.

He was hesitant, but he couldn't think of a good way, and that was his limitation.

In the square, swords and swords, flesh and blood were flying, and a fire man was surrounded by several strong people, 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 carnage were superpowers, and there were also a few strong people, for some reason they rarely used superpowers, maybe they were consumed in the previous battle, which was a bit similar to Lu Ziming's situation. Even so, the battle was unusually fierce, with flames and ice storms everywhere, and the few survivors who looked like the Wind Riders used their speed advantage to weave back and forth through the crowd, setting off bursts of bloody rain.

As soon as a firefighter knocked a strong man to the ground, a snowy ice pick was inserted from the back and shot out from the chest.

Similar carnages are constantly staged, and no one can believe the companions around them, one second they are still partners together, and the next second they become undying opponents.

Every survivor is carefully avoiding their companions, and no one knows who will poison them in the next second. In the shadow of death, companions will become enemies, and enemies will become temporary comrades-in-arms, and this is so wonderful and ruthless.

"Dolma, come back quickly!"

He saw that there were two people surrounding Windona in the middle, as the wind man's Wen Donna used the wind man's speed advantage to entangle with the two, the difference in strength between the two sides was not large, one against two Windona was obviously no longer advantageous, and gradually in the situation of being beaten passively.

Speaking of which, the survivors in the square did not regard the weak-looking Dolma as an opponent, and the electric talent itself had an overwhelming advantage of the same level, but it was difficult for Dolma, who lacked actual combat experience, to grasp the initiative in the gap between battles, and was often chased and beaten, but the situation was too chaotic, and no one took Dolma as the main target, which gave Dolma a time to escape and breathe.

God knows what Dolma was thinking at this time, and he actually took the initiative to provoke the two superpowers besieging Windona, isn't this a mouse licking the cat's ass to find death?

Zhuoma couldn't effectively control the energy in his body, and as soon as he made a move, he was seized by a superpower, and a ball of flame hit him head-on, followed by a volley and slashed at Zhuoma fiercely.

In terms of momentum and combat experience, ten dolma are not enough to kill, and they are suddenly frightened by this scene and can't move.

Seeing that the flames were about to hit Dolma's body, but Dolma didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and just at the last moment, a figure picked up Dolma's waist and burst back a few steps to stand firm.

"Road...... , me!"

"Don't say it!" "It's really Lu Ziming, how much ability Zhuoma has, others don't know, he couldn't be clearer, he hasn't experienced the baptism of the battlefield, and no matter how strong his strength is, I'm afraid he won't even be able to give full play.

"Look for death!" Seeing that the burly man in front of him missed the blow, a young man appeared, and the anger in his heart burst out at once, and he muttered a few words in his mouth, and the steel knife in his hand was used to stretch the spoon

"Lu! He is Ren Yan's No. 1 Warrior Gru, be careful!"

Lu Ziming almost fainted, "I know that the other party is the number one warrior under the curly dog Ren Yan, and you still fight with him, isn't this looking for death? Do you know how death is written", he was already speechless to Zhuoma, this is really the fearlessness of the ignorant, "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers", either heroes or fools.

Gru's knife is smooth, as if there should be this knife in zài, there is no pretentiousness, there is no contrarian trend, it is completely on the basis of the previous knife to provoke a knife, clean and neat people can't help but applaud, worthy of being the first fierce general, the knife skills have entered the mastery.

It's a pity that his knife lacks a little charm and a little aura, otherwise it can reach the level of subtlety.

It is this little bit of a gap that makes the gap between Gru and Lu Ziming not big, one is a superb beginner, and the other is a subtle combat skill, in essence, it belongs to half a catty and eight taels, and it has not formed an overwhelming advantage.

It was precisely because of this little gap that he didn't dare to have any contempt, and with a flash of the knife, his figure had already retreated a few steps, just avoiding the fatal knife.

Momo letter...... Sigh!" Gru raised his head, pointed a knife at Lu Ziming, looked at Lu Ziming with disdain, and muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about, so naturally it would not be a good word.

"Road! he scolds", Dolma naturally would not let others scold his Anda, and the curse words in his mouth immediately replied in Mongolian.

"Han people, cowards, don't you Han people even have the courage to hold a knife?" said Gru this time in crappy Chinese.

Lu Ziming looked at Gru quietly, if he could scold the dead, he didn't know how many times he had died, if it wasn't for saving Zhuoma, he wouldn't have made a move, they killed each other, and the more people who died, the better it was for him.

Gru said in a mocking tone, "I'll let you go, and this rabbit cub through here," he pointed at his own straddle with his knife.

How could the strong-blooded Zhuoma be insulted by Gru, and without saying a word, an electric current condensed between his fingers, and his hand was raised and shot out towards Gru's descendant bag.

Gru had long been on guard against the sneak attack of the two, and the moment Dolma made a move, the knife in his hand had already been slashed out.

The electric current touched the metal steel knife in the air, and immediately wound around the steel knife, and the bright beating current made a "clang" sound on the steel knife, but it could not hurt Gru in the slightest.

"Is that all there is to it? The little lamb who is still suckling dares to come and fight for the holy sword and seek death!" Gru was not a quick talker, and the steel knife in his hand was already slashing towards Dolma as he spoke.

In Gru's eyes, maybe Zhuoma is more of a threat to Gru, at least after Lu Ziming retreated twice in a row, Gru no longer thinks that Lu Ziming is much of a threat, and with contempt, he faintly swept the corner of his eye with contempt, just glanced at it, and was shocked.

"This is the breath of death", Gru, who was rolling in the pile of corpses and the sea of blood, if he hadn't had a little vigilance, I'm afraid that the corpse would have turned into white bones long ago. He saw the Han man waving the embroidered sword in his hand, and it was the seemingly random movement, the light stroke in the air, which made him feel deep fear.