When the knife exploded in front of his eyes, Zhong Xin subconsciously raised his sword to meet him.
Then, a force from nothingness came from the blade, and Zhong Xin was directly sent flying.
"How is this possible?" He was moved in his heart, he didn't even have time to resist with the power of this knife.
And the direction in which he flew upside down was exactly where the monster was.
The monster punched Zhong Xin, and Zhong Xin didn't even have time to react, and was directly punched into the ground.
He coughed a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Zhong Xin looked up at the monster in front of him.
Although the monster's current strength is barely at the emperor's pulse level, and it doesn't have any spiritual wisdom.
But after all, it used to be a divine beast, and the majestic divine power on its body suppressed everything.
The power of the gods is like a tsunami rolling up a thousand layers of huge waves. If it is a monster in front of him at this moment, he may not even be able to move.
Fortunately, Zhong Xin is a human race, and the suppression of his blood is not so strong, his body movements are just a little slower.
The supernatural power of this monster is like a gravitational space, Zhong Xin doesn't want to fight with it, after all Xu Zimo is still watching covetously.
But at this moment, under the suppression of divine power, Zhong Xin knew that if he didn't get rid of the monster first, he would have no chance of escaping.
He narrowly escaped the monster's attack, relaxed his mind, and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.
At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, and an infinite golden light radiated from the long sword.
The long sword seemed to be possessed by a scorching sun, shining brightly on the blade.
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Everyone has their own legends, and people often sing praises to those great heroes who are admired by the world.
Their stories have been passed down for thousands of years and have been recorded thousands of times.
However, in this world, not only heroes have stories.
There are many, many people who were not even cared about.
You and I,
Perhaps everyone, strong or weak, noble or not, has his or her own story.
Zhong Xin, ranked forty-eighth in the world rankings, is known as "the streamer swordsman."
Zhong Xin remembered very clearly that from the day he was born, he was blind.
He can't see the outside world, because of his particularity, no one wants to make friends with him.
Everything he knew was obtained from stories told by other people.
For example, the sky is blue and the clouds are white.
The little girl who told him the story told him that she was very good-looking, with distinct facial features, but she smiled a little silly.
Later, the girl who told her the story left. It is said that she was bitten by a poisonous snake when she went up the mountain to collect medicine.
At that time, he longed for the light, longing to see the world.
Until one day, an old man came to the town where he lived.
He came into contact with a mysterious new world from the mouth of the old man, and the word "cultivation" appeared in his mind for the first time.
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"I heard people in the town say that you have great supernatural powers, and you killed a white tiger with hanging eyes with just one finger. Are you a fairy?"
The old man looked at him and smiled, waved his hands a few times in front of his eyes, and asked, "You can't see?"
"Yes, can you help me?"
"Remember, child, no one in this world will help you for no reason except your parents.
All you can rely on is yourself. "
"Then what should I do?"
"In my opinion, everyone actually has two pairs of eyes, one pair of heart eyes, and one pair of clear eyes.
The discerning eye takes you to understand the world and see the most superficial things.
The eyes of the mind allow you to have a deeper understanding of the world.
Although your eyes are blind, your eyes are still bright. "
"How can I open my mind?" He asked ignorantly when he was young at that time.
"Feel this world seriously," the old man only replied to him, and gave him a token before leaving.
Tell him that if one day he can open his mind, let him come to Zhenwu Shengzong to find himself.
Since then, Zhong Xin knew that he had a purpose in life, and he began to try to feel the world.
The flow of the river, the heat of the fire, the noise of the wind, the cold stone.
He learns to feel the world and the existence and changes of all things.
Until one day, he saw a ray of light, which was the first ray of light he saw in his life.
In those boring and dark years for more than ten years, he saw the light for the first time.
Since then, that beam of light has been with him, even if his eyes were healed later, he still used to look at the world with the eyes of his heart.
Only later did he know that the old man who reminded him back then was the great elder of Zhenwu Shengzong.
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Zhong Xin closed his eyes, and the beam of light flickered on the tip of his sword. That's why he was called the "Swordsman of Flowing Light".
The root cause is actually that his sword is fast, as fast as light.
Zhong Xin swung the long sword slowly. Lin Ruhu and the others at the side looked at this sword very slowly, as if they could easily dodge it.
But in the next second, Zhong Xin appeared on the monster's neck at some point.
On the huge body of the monster, a very conspicuous sword mark appeared.
Its ferocious head fell directly from its neck, and the monster didn't even react.
Zhong Xin stood with a sword in his hand, and the red robe looked particularly ferocious under the reflection of the blood sprayed from the monster's neck.
Zhong Xin turned his head and pointed his sword at Xu Zimo.
He had seldom used this light before, because he had a premonition in his heart. Since his clear eyes recovered, his mind has become weaker and weaker.
Although he has always wanted to look at the world with his mind's eyes, for some reason, his mind's eyes are far less bright now than when he first came into contact with cultivation.
He could also clearly feel that his sensitivity to this beam of light was getting weaker and weaker.
Zhong Xin even had a premonition that if he used this beam of light a few more times, he might not be able to sense it anymore.
So he seldom uses it now, and just regards it as his trump card.
Zhong Xin looked at Xu Zimo indifferently, just as he was about to swing his sword at Xu Zimo, a big hand suddenly rose from the ground and pinched him in the palm of his hand.
Zhong Xin was terrified in his heart. He turned his head to look with difficulty, only to see the headless monster standing up again.
It seemed that the existence of the head didn't matter to the monster at all. The monster pinched him, and his right hand suddenly exerted force.
Zhong Xin only felt a strong force coming from all directions, he was suffocated, his body seemed to be crushed to pieces.
He waved the sword in his hand with difficulty, and with a "wow", the gorgeous sword light directly chopped off the monster's right arm.
The right arm fell off his body, and Zhong Xin was able to escape.
He frowned and glanced at the monster, and swung the long sword in his hand again. Several consecutive swords split the struggling monster apart in an instant.
And at this moment, an oppressive saber came from behind him...