Lu Ziming didn't feel that there was something wrong with Adita, so he repeatedly tolerated and tolerated her, and even her cynicism couldn't touch his nerves at all.

People who have been hurt have a reason to vent their feelings, which Adita does very well, but she expresses her dissatisfaction with Asia who has the same looks, because she can't tell Asian faces at all, just as Asians can't tell European faces.

"Like you Westerners, human beings have a desire for good things. Do you know that in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, many women smeared corpses and mud on their faces, and even shaved their faces, so that their faces were hideous.

Lu Ziming has heard too many stories, like Adita, who still maintains a beautiful face in times of crisis, he is simply telling those perverts, there is a beautiful woman here, come on!

He knew what Adita was thinking, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't have the slightest interest in Adita, but for the sake of prolonging life and future generations, Adita would also become his own confinement, the driving force for the survival and continuation of any creature, wouldn't she herself have such an awareness?

He doesn't sympathize with Adita, but thinks that Adita's qiē is inevitable, which may be the difference in cultural concepts!

There was no explanation, no justification, just quietly looking at this European beauty, without the slightest wave in my heart.

Adita was right, he was watching others fight and kill each other, and he was now a bystander, but also a calm person. But he really didn't want to get the holy sword, this is not what he can get, unless he kills everyone, and then kills the people outside Saiying Mountain, does it make sense?

If there isn't, why would he do something that doesn't make sense.

He didn't choose to escape, this was not a choice that a brave person should face, he just didn't want to do a senseless struggle.

I don't know who was the first to raise the butcher's knife among the survivors, and I don't know who couldn't help but slash the knife at his former companion, as if in an instant, the whole scene became extremely chaotic, red flames flew in the air, cold snowballs shuttled back and forth, screams came and went, the wounded rolled on the ground and howled, and the sound of pain was endless.

No one could step into the small pyramid, and at this moment everyone became enemies in everyone's eyes, steel knives flew in the air, blood splattered, and screams suddenly rang out.

In the midst of a cannibalistic endgame, in order to get the legendary holy sword, there is no friendship, no sympathy, only interests and power, red eyes spurting sparks, and reason is replaced by ferocity and greed.

The allies who had rallied their companions slashed their butcher knives at their nearest people, and everyone went crazy, and there was swords and swords everywhere, and there was killing and blood everywhere. There was an exciting urge in the air, as if a bloodthirsty butcher had regained his nature, constantly waving the weapon in his hand, with no kind in his eyes, only killing.

This qiē infected Hari Barri, and he shouted and raised the steel knife in his hand, and slashed at the nearest Lu Ziming regardless of qiē.

At the moment when Haribari raised the steel knife, Lu Ziming's palm had already hit Haribari's neck, and then Haribari was paralyzed on the ground.

"See, this is killing. ”

I don't know why? This qiē doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, and David and Adita also have nothing to do with it.

"You're not going to kill us, are you?" David was already paralyzed on the ground, his pale face, trembling lips, and his teeth chattering.

"It's strange that you weren't infected!"

"We are just ordinary people, it's strange why you haven't been infected", in Adita's eyes, Lu Ziming has become a real bloodthirsty demon.

From the time David and Adita entered Saiying Mountain, they had not felt any energy fluctuations, which was completely different from the superpowers. It seems that the entire Saiying Mountain only has an impact on the superpowers, of course, it is not that the superpowers cannot enter the Saiying Mountain at all, and the two of them are completely exceptions.

He looked down at the two men, they were not threatening to him at all, the survivors of the fight in the square had nothing to do with him, he just stood there quietly as if feeling something.

He really felt it, it was a fluctuation of energy, very weak, but it was there.

That abnormal fluctuation of energy, it didn't even come from the so-called holy sword, it was at a stone sculpture not far from him, I don't know why, he felt as if there was a voice in his head, it was a voice with contempt, completely different from the mechanical voice just now.

"Only true warriors can get the Holy Sword ....... ”

"What you see is not what you see, only feelings don't deceive you....... ”

"Do you feel it? haha...... You're a Devourer of the Darkness, second only to the Purifier of the Light. True rare humans, you will become the king of mankind, raise the sword in your hand, let the humble ants tremble under your feet, let the power and **in your hands**, cast your glory with blood and courage......!"

"Shut up!" Lu Ziming smiled coldly, and he actually wanted to use his heart to bewitch himself.

The mind is already as solid as a rock, the mind is as calm as water, there is only a faint sneer, and the little confusion technique wants to kill himself, but he also underestimates himself.

Of course, this is mainly because the level of the pyramid bewitchment technique is too low, if he encounters Yue Feifei's mature charm technique, Lu Ziming himself will have to lose his mind for a long time before he can wake up, and the different levels determine the different effects.

The sound of the pyramid has been ringing in your ears, it is a direct and deep consciousness exchange, and there is a great similarity to the telepathy of the worm, as if someone is whispering softly in your ear, you have to listen, you can't avoid it, you can only use your mind to fight.

He walked over to the energy fluctuation, reached out and followed the energy fluctuation forward, and finally stopped at a rusty thin sword.

It was a thin sword covered in rust, with no ornate ornamentation, no touching appearance, and so plain that one look would not take a second look. Too ordinary, too inconspicuous, no luster, no sharp blades, nothing, rust, with age and vicissitudes.

It is such a thin sword, no more than a foot and a half long, and only three or four centimeters at its widest point, and the whole shape can only be described as simple, even if it is shabby.

However, the moment he touched the rappier, he clearly felt that the rapier was alive, and there was an indescribable feeling, as if he could communicate with himself on a certain level, very weak!