Chapter 207

Lu Ziming felt a little cruel and sent the young Zhuoma 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 "whirr" faster and faster. It seems that Zhuoma can be maimed and patted into meat sauce every time.

Zhuoma ran and jumped around the Minotaur flexibly. She couldn't find the chance to play the sword. She was already tired and out of breath. At this time, his physical quality trained for many years made up for the lack of practical experience.

But Zhuoma couldn't stop. She was forced by the Minotaur to have no chance to retreat. The bone weapon flew past Zhuoma's clothes every time. In the virtual shadow, Lu Ziming almost screamed out several times.

Lu Ziming regretted a little. He tried his best to suppress all the meetings. The strength of Minotaur was not comparable to that of Zhuoma at all. Coupled with Zhuoma's lack of practical combat experience, there were frequent dangers. Tauren is two levels higher than Zhuoma. The fleeting fighter is not what Zhuoma can master now. Do you want Zhuoma to continue?

There seems to be a voice whispering in his ear: give up. Strength is not forced. To face the reality, Zhuoma will die.

At the same time, another voice retorted: Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening. Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. Without life and death training, you will not understand the soul of actual combat and will never defeat your heart.

At this moment, Lu Ziming hesitated. Didn't he come here step by step? Survival conquers fear and hope replaces timidity. In order to live, she takes up her weapons. Every knife is desperate. Every fight is a kind of tempering. Can Zhuoma not survive.

"Come on, you can be a real warrior. You need to water it with blood and sweat." Lu Ziming looked coldly at Zhuoma entangled with Minotaur and prayed silently for him.

Every second is a kind of suffering 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 envoy and injected little energy. When the Minotaur focused on Zhuoma, a sword attack came out.

He is disrupting the rhythm of the Minotaur's attack and testing the Minotaur's defense. The final battle depends on himself to find out its weakness when the Minotaur is distracted. A sword Qi ran across the Minotaur's arm, which was testing its leather armor. The bone weapon in the Minotaur's hand ran along Zhuoma's cheek. A sword Qi bombarded the Minotaur's chest, and a bloody mouth immediately appeared on its chest. The bone weapon in his hand almost hit Zhuoma's legs.

Zhuoma was embarrassed to avoid the attack of the Minotaur. Her whole body was covered with wounds. A trace of blood dyed her skirt red. Unlike the violent Minotaur, Zhuoma was already in an excited state at this time.

The bone weapon swept Zhuoma's clothes and lifted him to the ground. He jumped up from the ground, waved his sword, and forgot the move he had just learned to chop at the Minotaur.

The bone weapon hit the ground heavily and brought a burst of dust. In the dust, Zhuoma jumped up quickly from the air and stepped on the void to stick it to the Minotaur.

The Minotaur waved his arm and lifted the Zhuoma close to him heavily. With heavy steps, he approached the struggling Zhuoma on the ground step by step. He raised his bone weapon high and smashed it at the Zhuoma ready to roll on the ground.

With a bang, a big pit appeared on the ground. The bloody Zhuoma did not appear in the pit.

The huge bone weapon fell at Zhuoma's feet, less than a few centimeters away from Zhuoma's legs, and Zhuoma could even smell the smell of the bone weapon.

"Out of the sword!"

Lu Ziming's heart hung in his throat and secretly worried about Zhuoma. If the time dragged on for a second, Zhuoma's strength would be one point less. The Minotaur who was secretly harassed by Lu Ziming did not know that the person attacking it was not Zhuoma who tried to dodge, but this did not prevent the Minotaur from venting all his tyranny on Zhuoma.

Life has experienced countless first times, some of which are unconscious and some of which are known. When I walked into the school gate for the first time and faced a group of strange friends, I found that the most terrible thing in the world was not my parents, but the teacher standing on the podium. His every word and every word needed to be borne in mind, otherwise I would have to stand, copy books and recite the text. When I first saw a girl who was excited, I opened my mouth hard under the stimulation of male hormones. I couldn't believe it.

Many first times have formed an imperfect life track. The first time I went to work, fell in love, quarreled with others, played pranks for the first time... The first time is not always beautiful. With Zhuoma's first killing, fear gradually turned into numbness and was afraid of being replaced by excitement. I was even attacked by Minotaur, Time after time, he slipped away from the claws of death, like dancing on the blade, gradually stimulating Zhuoma's strong and unyielding will.

Zhuoma's sword.

In the panic, Zhuoma finally stabbed the first sword in his life. There was no surging blow, no irresistible momentum, and even the standard action of stabbing the sword did not play out, but he stabbed it out, which was enough.

When she bravely stabbed the first sword, Zhuoma seemed to have used up all her strength and looked at the tall Minotaur with incredible eyes. At this moment, there was no fear and fear in his eyes. He could do what others could do.

A faint flash of light danced on the embroidered sword and rubbed with the air to produce a strange bright color. With the current flowing from the sword tip from the Minotaur's arm to the whole body, I don't know how much energy Zhuoma injected into this stab. The tall Minotaur's body stiffened, his thick arm twisted like a conditioned reflex, and the heavy and huge bone weapon slipped down from his hand, making his body stiff and straight.

"Come on! Stab another sword."

The Minotaur responded to the current. Lu Ziming didn't expect it in advance. Doesn't it mean that the Zombie's nervous system was cut off? Does the current also have an effect on the brain of the zombie? Maybe there are reasons you don't know. Now there's no time to think about it. The Minotaur can recover soon, and then there's a more terrible madness and blow.

Lu Ziming is ready. The opportunity is rare and fleeting. Zhuoma will do it if she doesn't do it.

"Eyes! Yes, if you stab it and kill it, you can become a real warrior. You don't need to prove to anyone that you have proved yourself with strength. From now on, you are a warrior on the grassland. Stab!"