Lu Ziming felt a little cruel and sent the young Dolma to the battlefield, this is the end of the world, if he can't face the cruel reality, he has no choice but to give up.

The bones in the minotaur's hands "whirred" faster and faster, as if each blow could cripple Dolma and slap him into meat sauce.

Zhuoma flexibly ran and jumped around the minotaur, but he couldn't find a chance to draw his sword, and he was already tired and out of breath, and at this time, the physical qualities he had trained for many years made up for the lack of actual combat experience.

But Zhuoma couldn't stop, he was forced by the minotaur to not even have a chance to retreat, and every time the bone weapon grazed the corners of Zhuoma's clothes, Lu Ziming almost exclaimed a few times in the phantom.

Lu Ziming regretted it a little, he overwhelmed Baihui, the power of the minotaur was not comparable to Zhuoma at all, and Zhuoma's lack of actual combat experience made it even more dangerous. The minotaur is two levels higher than Dolma, and the fleeting fighter is not at all something that Dolma can master now, do you want Dolma to continue to persevere?

There seems to be a voice whispering in my ear: Give up, strength is not forced, to face the reality, Dolma will die.

At the same time, another voice retorted: The edge of the sword is sharpened. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and without the tempering of life and death, you will not comprehend the soul of actual combat, and you will never be able to defeat your heart.

At this moment, Lu Ziming was a little hesitant, didn't he come step by step like this at the beginning? Survival overcame fear, hope replaced timidity, in order to survive, he picked up a weapon, every knife is desperate, every fight is a kind of tempering, and Zhuoma can't stand up to it if he is tempered into steel.

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

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

Lu Ziming quietly approached the minotaur, the steel knife in his hand was used as a sword messenger, injecting a small amount of energy, and when the minotaur focused his attention on Zhuoma, a sword qi sneaked out.

He's disrupting the rhythm of the Minotaur's attack, and he's also testing the Minotaur's defenses, and the final battle is still up to himself, taking advantage of the Minotaur's distractions to find out its weaknesses. A sword aura slashed across the Minotaur's arm, which was testing its leather armor, and the bone weapon in the pain-eating Minotaur's hand slashed along Dolma's cheek. A sword aura slammed into the Minotaur's chest, and a bloody wound immediately appeared in its chest, and the bone weapon in its hand almost hit Dolma's legs with a single click.

Dolma wolf bèi dodged the attack of the minotaur, his whole body was covered with wounds, and the silk blood stained the placket of his clothes, unlike the violent minotaur, Dolma was already in a state of excitement at this time.

With a "whirring" wind, the bone weapon swept across the hem of Dolma's clothes and lifted him to the ground, and he jumped up from the ground, brandishing the sword in his hand, forgetting the move he had just learned and slashing at the minotaur.

The bone weapon slammed into the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust, and in the dust, Dolma leaped up from the air and stepped into the void towards the minotaur.

The minotaur waved his arm and threw Zhuoma out heavily, and with heavy steps, he approached Zhuoma who was struggling on the ground step by step, raised the bone weapon in his hand high, and smashed it at Zhuoma who was about to roll on the ground.

With a "bang", a big pit appeared on the ground, and the imaginary flesh and blood blurred Dolma did not appear in the big pit.

The huge bone weapon landed at Dolma's feet, less than a few centimeters away from Dolma's legs, and Dolma could even smell the fishy stench emanating from the bone weapon.

"Out of the sword!"

Lu Ziming's heart hung in his throat, and he was secretly worried about Zhuoma, and if the time dragged on for a second, Zhuoma's strength would be less. The minotaur who was secretly harassed by Lu Ziming didn't know that the person who attacked it was not Zhuoma who was desperately dodging, but this did not prevent the minotaur from venting all his tyrannical anger on Zhuoma.

There have been countless firsts in life, some of which are unconscious and some of which are known to oneself. The first time I walked into the school gate, I faced a group of strange friends, and found that the most terrible thing in the world was not my parents, but the teacher standing on the podium, and every word and every word he had to keep in mind, otherwise I would be punished for standing, copying books, and memorizing texts. When I saw the girl for the first time, I was stimulated by male hormones, and I opened my mouth with difficulty, and I was so clumsy that I couldn't even believe .......

Many firsts form an imperfect life trajectory, the first time to work, the first time to fall in love, the first time to quarrel with others, the first time to play pranks...... , The first time is not all beautiful, with Dolma's first killing, fear gradually turned into numbness, fear of being replaced by excitement, he was actually under the attack of the minotaur, slipped away from the clutches of death again and again, as if dancing on the blade, and gradually inspired Dolma's strong and unyielding will.

Dolma drew his sword .......

In a panic, Dolma finally stabbed out the first sword in his life, there was no surging blow, no unstoppable momentum, and even the standard movements of the stabbing sword style were not played, but he stabbed out, and that was enough.

Bravely stabbed out the first sword, Dolma seemed to have used up all his strength, and looked at the tall minotaur with incredible eyes, at this moment there was no longer fear and fear in his eyes, he could do what others could do.

A faint flash of light flew on the embroidered sword, rubbing against the air to create a strange bright color, and the current flowing from the tip of the sword spread from the minotaur's arm to the whole body, and I don't know how much energy Dolma injected into this thorn. The tall minotaur stiffened, its thick arms twisted reflexively, and the heavy and huge bone weapon slipped out of its hand, and its body became stiff and straight.

"Quick! ”

The minotaur actually reacted to the electric current, which Lu Ziming did not expect in advance, didn't it mean that the zombie's nervous system was cut off? Could it be that the electric current also has an effect on the zombie's brain, maybe there is a reason that he doesn't know, and now there is no time to think about it, the minotaur can recover soon, and then there is even more terrifying madness and blows.

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

"Eye! yes, stab it, kill it, 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, thorn!"