If you don't go crazy, you can't live!

What is life in the last days, struggle, resistance, perseverance, the last days are subversion, chaos, and killing, order is gone, evil is infinitely magnified, and survival becomes the only theme of the last days.

The last days are a paradise for the strong, tears for the weak, and strength has become a barrier between the strong and the weak.

Killing for the sake of killing, and finally falling into the magic barrier of no return, becoming a tool for killing.

And Lu Ziming's killing heart gradually faded at this time, killing is no longer the whole of survival, he only has sword intent in his heart, the first weight of "Fallen Leaf Sword" is not difficult, but it is not a matter of day and night if you want to understand it, you need to understand and understand the difference and artistic conception between each move and each style.

First of all, he had already mastered the first weight of "Fallen Leaf Sword", and when he came into contact with the second weight, he still felt struggling, as if he had climbed a mountain, only to find that there was a higher mountain behind the mountain waiting for him to climb and explore.

This purest and purest purpose and cultivation is more direct and profound than killing.

When he was completely immersed in the sword intent, it was no longer a simple killing, but a kind of self-sublimation, fusing his own style to form a perfect sword intent.

The dense mutant dogs around him are just phantoms in his eyes, and any violent aura will not disturb him, and he is concentrated on the sword intent, and his mind is full of the artistic conception of "Falling Leaf Sword".

Holding the short sword tightly in his hand, he felt the changes around him with his strength, did not deliberately observe, nor did he use the powerful power to explode, but simply put the sword style into the battle over and over again, stabbing straight, slashing obliquely, and tweaking sideways...... , every movement is extremely precise, as if it is a perfect interpretation of the true meaning of "Fallen Leaf Sword".

The blood of the building flowed all around, and layers of corpses were piled up, and these corpses were scattered all over the place, with a fatal wound on the neck, and it wasn't long before the system would recycle them and a new mutant dog would reappear.

In the disaster city of the end times, corpses can be seen everywhere, Lu Ziming has long been accustomed to and numb, just focused on cultivating his sword intent, staring at the tip of the sword, every move danced and waved, there is a kind of entry into the wonderful rhyme, this kind of abandonment of all distracting thoughts, immersed in the feeling of swordsmanship, made him feel extreme, m.◎.c+om its comfort, just like the first time I found out, it turns out that swordsmanship is so interesting, so ...... It's exciting.

In Lu Ziming's memory, he has been hunting for survival since he was a child, so he is so immersed in the cultivation of swordsmanship.

Later, he became a power controller, and he basically thought about killing every day, how to survive, and how to deal with high-level mutant creatures. In the past, it has always been considered like this, if you kill mutant creatures and find the weakness of mutant creatures, how can you survive better in the last days.

During this period of time, Lu Ziming's progress was rapid, and he used a fire axe in the early days to create his own three ways of killing zombies, and survived with difficulty in the early days of the apocalypse.

Later, he began to get used to using bows and arrows, and his archery skills were also very high, with continuous fire and rapid fire...... , and soon became a sharpshooter.

Later, he came into contact with swordsmanship in the purple sky, and after a year and a half of tempering, he mastered the basics of swordsmanship, but the bow and arrow and fire axe skills were abandoned, and there was inevitably a regression.

Lu Ziming clenched the short sword in his hand, as if he had a feeling of blood connection, and he had already realized: "The artistic conception of cultivating swordsmanship, in order to survive, but he neglected the sword intent itself, so after mastering the first weight of "Falling Leaf Sword", he was unable to break through for a long time, precisely because he lost his faith and enthusiasm for sword intent!"

"Without sword intent, swordsmanship is a dead sword, lacking a soul!"

He stood against the wind, gently stroked the short sword in his hand, and felt the cold sword body, he knew that his swordsmanship had broken through the exquisite, reached the subtlety, and then went further, it was perfect, and he truly achieved the realm of no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

Slowly closing his eyes, he suddenly opened them again, there was a sharp short sword in the depths of his dark pupils, and a smile appeared on his face: "Heart, artistic conception, the sword moves with the heart, not the heart moves with the sword!"

At this moment, his upright body was an incomparably sharp sword, standing tall among the mutant dogs, flashing with a terrifying sword intent.

As the saying goes, you can't live if you're not crazy, but you can't live without being crazy.

As soon as his mind moved, he seemed to sense something, and he paused slightly, and then laughed, with infinite pride in his heart, clenched the short sword, and showed out many swordsmanship he was good at one by one.

A leaf drifts away, the leaves fall back to the roots, add branches and leaves, Qiongzhi jade leaves, full of autumn colors, wind blowing leaves and other swordsmanship, in Lu Ziming's hands in turn, although the strength is reduced by one point, but the power is still the same, the sword qi cuts through the air, tears the space, the surrounding mutant dog flesh and blood fly, where he passed, there was not a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, a blank space was cleared.

Lu Ziming tirelessly waved the short sword in his hand, over and over again, and in the end, almost without thinking about his brain, his arm would automatically unleash a series of fierce sword qi, as the arm pointed and swayed freely.

He completely emptied his mind, allowing the short sword in his hand to match his body, not at all like killing, but more like a seemingly extremely dangerous performance.

Along the way, my mind gradually recalled the past of my childhood, the toddler in early childhood, the indulgent chase in my youth, the eyes of my parents, the eyes of my friends, the bitterness and hardships along the way, struggling in the end times, hiding in the dark and shivering and begging for mercy to survive, dodging powerful zombies, being chased by mutated creatures, thinking about giving up when I was on the line of life and death, and the only thing that supported me to survive was faith.

Lu Ziming's thoughts were flying, and the short sword in his hand gradually changed, either sharp, or gentle, or ethereal, or as powerful as a mountain, when he recalled that he was once chased by mutant creatures, his swordsmanship was full of cold killing intent. When thinking of his parents who made his bed and folded quilts, the swordsmanship turned soft and pure, full of masculinity, and when he recalled that he was wanted by the base, the swordsmanship was full of violence, as if it contained infinite resentment and anger, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it wanted to shatter the air!

He didn't notice the subtle changes in his swordsmanship, scenes flashed in his mind, and he just let himself dance and slash in the familiar swordsmanship, so he didn't notice that the mutant dog next to him seemed to be slowly retreating, and any mutant dog that was close to him would be killed by an invisible sword aura, and the sword qi tore the ground one after another, and deep ravines were cracked on the ground, and the surrounding area was filled with thick blood, and it was terrifying to look at the surroundings like Shura Hell.