Chapter 249

Lu Ziming never thought of himself as a savior, or even a hero. Everything he did was to live better. Only when he lived could he have hope.

He can ignore what others are thinking, but he can't ignore the consequences of things. Once he starts killing, his bloody hands will keep killing until they sink into the abyss. Maybe this is the result of the pyramid.

He hesitated, but he couldn't think of any good way. That's his limitation.

The square is full of swords and flesh and blood. A fire man is surrounded by several strong men. He is obviously at a disadvantage, but he is still unwilling to give up the opportunity to rush to the small pyramid.

Most of those who participated in the killing were super powers, and there were also a few strong ones. I don't know why they rarely used super powers. Maybe they consumed them in previous battles, which is a little similar to Lu Ziming's situation. Even so, the battle was extremely fierce, with flames and ice storms everywhere. A few survivors who looked like the wind used their speed advantage to shuttle back and forth in the crowd, setting off bursts of blood.

A fireman just knocked a strong man to the ground. Immediately, a bright ice cone was inserted from the back and shot out from the front chest. The fireman was unwilling to turn back and found that the sneaker was a new ally.

Similar murders continue to be staged. No one can believe the companions around him. One second ago, they were still partners working together, and the next second, they became immortal opponents.

Every survivor is carefully avoiding his companions. No one knows who will poison himself in the next second. In the shadow of death, companions will become enemies, and enemies will become temporary comrades in arms. That's so wonderful and cold.

"Zhuoma, come back!"

He saw two people surround wendonna in the middle. As a winder, wendonna took advantage of the winder's speed advantage to get entangled with the two people. The strength difference between the two sides is not large. One to two wendonna obviously no longer has the advantage and is gradually in the situation of being beaten passively.

Speaking of it, the survivors in the square did not regard the seemingly weak Zhuoma as an opponent. The electric talent itself has an overwhelming advantage of the same level. However, Zhuoma who lacks practical combat experience is difficult to grasp the initiative in the battle gap and is often chased and beaten, but the situation is too chaotic and no one takes Zhuoma as the main target, which gives Zhuoma time to escape and breathe.

God knows what Zhuoma thought at this time. She even took the initiative to provoke the two superpowers who besieged wendonna. Isn't it that the mouse licked the cat's ass to die? Droma can't deal with any superpower.

Zhuoma could not effectively control the energy in her body. As soon as she shot, a superpower seized the opportunity. A flame hit her head-on, followed by a fierce knife in the air.

In terms of momentum and combat experience, ten Zhuoma were not enough to kill. They were immediately frightened by this scene.

Seeing that the fire was about to hit Zhuoma, but Zhuoma didn't mean to dodge. Just at the critical moment, a human shadow held Zhuoma up, blasted back and stood firm for a few steps.

"Road!... me!"

"Don't talk!" Lu Ziming is really here. No one knows how capable Zhuoma is. He can't understand it. He hasn't experienced the baptism of the battlefield. I'm afraid he can't give full play to his strong strength.

"Seek death!" when the big man in front of him saw that he failed to hit, a young man burst out. His anger burst out. He murmured a few words in his mouth. With a wave of the steel knife in his hand, he killed Lu Ziming from bottom to top.

"Lu! He is the first fierce general under Ren Yan. Be careful!"

Lu Ziming almost fainted. "You know that the other party is the first fierce general under Ren Yan, the curly haired dog. You still fight with him. Isn't this looking for death? Do you know how death is written?" he has been speechless to Zhuoma. It's really fearless for ignorant people. "Heroes come out of Youth since ancient times". Either Yingxiong or a fool.

Gru's Sabre moves like clouds and water. It seems that this Sabre should exist. There is no affectation and counter trend. It is entirely based on the previous sabre. It provokes a sabre according to the trend. It is clean and sharp. People can't help applauding it. It is worthy of being the first valiant general. Its Sabre skill has entered the stage of perfection.

Unfortunately, his knife lacks a little charm and aura, otherwise it can reach the micro level.

It is this little gap that makes the gap between Gelu and Lu Ziming small. One is exquisite and just getting started, and the other is the impact of subtle combat skills. In essence, it belongs to half weight, without forming an overwhelming advantage.

It is precisely because of this little gap that he dare not have any contempt. With the flash of the knife light, his figure has retreated for several steps and just avoided the fatal knife.

"Mo Mo Xin... Hey!" gruang started, pointed at Lu Ziming with a knife, looked at Lu Ziming with disdain, and muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about. Naturally, it wouldn't be a good word.

"Lu! He curses", Zhuoma naturally won't let others scold her anda, and immediately replied in Mongolian.

"Han people! Cowards, don't you Han people even have the courage to take a knife?" Gru said in broken Chinese this time.

Lu Ziming looked at Gru quietly. If he could scold the dead, he didn't know how many times he had died. If he didn't save Zhuoma, he wouldn't do it. They killed each other. The more people died, the better for themselves.

Gru said sarcastically, "go through here and I'll let you go, and this bastard." he pointed to his cross block with a knife.

The vigorous Zhuoma could not be insulted by Gru. When she disagreed, she condensed an electric current between her fingers and shot out at Gru's descendant bag with her hand.

Gru had long been on guard against the sneak attack of the two. At the moment Zhuoma shot, the knife in her hand had been split out.

When the current touched the metal steel knife in the air, it immediately wound around the steel knife. The bright beating current made a "snap" sound on the steel knife, but it didn't hurt Gru.

"Is that all you can do? The little lamb who is still sucking dares to fight for the holy sword and die!" Gru is not a quick talker, and the steel knife in his hand has been slashed towards Zhuoma.

In Gru's eyes, Zhuoma may pose a greater threat to Gru. At least after Lu Ziming retreated twice in a row, Gru didn't think Lu Ziming was a great threat. With contempt, he crossed lightly with the remaining light from the corner of his eye. He just looked at it and was shocked.

"This is the breath of death," said Gru, who was crawling in the pile of corpses and the sea of blood. Without a little vigilance, I'm afraid the corpse would have become white bones. He saw the Han man waving the embroidered sword in his hand. It was the seemingly random action and light stroke in the air that made him feel deep fear.