When the sword exploded in front of his eyes, Zhong Xin subconsciously raised his sword to meet it.
Then a force from nothingness came from the blade, and Zhong Xin was directly knocked away.
"How is this possible?" He was moved in his heart. The power of this knife made him unable to even resist.
And the direction he flew backwards was exactly where the monster was.
The monster punched Zhong Xin. Zhong Xin didn't even have time to react and was directly punched into the ground.
He coughed a few times and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. Zhong Xin looked up at the monster in front of him.
Although this monster's current strength is barely at the level of the Emperor's Pulse Realm, and it doesn't have much intelligence either.
But it was once a divine beast after all, and its majestic divine power suppressed everything.
The divine power was like a tsunami rolling up thousands of huge waves. If the monster in front of him at this moment was a monster, he might not even be able to move.
Fortunately, Zhong Xin is a human being, and the suppression of his bloodline is not that strong. His body movements are just a little slower.
The monster's power was like a gravitational space. Zhong Xin didn't want to fight with it. After all, Xu Zimo was still watching eagerly from the side.
But with divine power suppressing him at this moment, Zhong Xin knew that he would have no chance of escaping unless he got rid of the monster first.
He barely dodged 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 endless golden light emitted from the long sword.
The long sword seemed to be possessed by a scorching sun, lighting up the blade with dazzling brilliance.
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Everyone has their own legend, and people often praise those great heroes who are admired by the world.
Their stories have been passed down for thousands of years and have been recorded hundreds of times.
However, in this world, not only heroes have stories.
There are so many people who were once not even cared about.
You and I,
Perhaps everyone, no matter strong or weak, no matter born noble or not, everyone has his or her own story.
Zhong Xin, ranked 48th on the world's most influential list, is known as the "Floating Swordsman" in the world.
Zhong Xin remembers clearly that he has been blind since the day he was born.
He cannot see the outside world, and because of his special nature, no one wants to make friends with him.
Everything he knew was obtained from stories told by others.
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 and had clear facial features, but her smile was a bit silly.
Later, the girl who told her the story left and heard that she was bitten by a poisonous snake while going up the mountain to collect medicine.
At that time, he longed for light and could take a look at the world.
Until one day, an old man came to the town where he lived.
He was exposed to a mysterious and unpredictable new world from the old man's mouth, and the word "cultivation" appeared in his mind for the first time.
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"I heard from people in the town that you have great supernatural powers and can kill a white tiger with hanging eyes with just one finger. Are you an immortal?"
The old man looked at him and smiled, waved his hands in front of his eyes a few times, and asked, "Can't you see?"
"Yes, can you help me?"
"Remember, kid, no one in this world will help you for no reason except your parents.
The only thing you can rely on is yourself."
"Then what should I do?"
"In my opinion, everyone actually has two pairs of eyes, one pair of inner eyes and one pair of bright eyes.
A clear eye allows you to understand the world and see the most superficial things.
The mind's eye allows you to understand the world on a deeper level.
Although your sight is blind, your mind is still bright."
"How can I open my mind's eyes?" He asked ignorantly when he was young at that time.
"Experience 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 him.
From then on, Zhong Xin knew that he had a goal 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 stones.
He learned 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, he saw the light for the first time.
Since then, that beam of light has always been with him. Even if his eyes were later cured, he was still used to looking at the world with his mind's eye.
Only later did he find out that the old man who gave him the hint was the great elder of the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
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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 "Light Swordsman".
The fundamental reason is actually that his sword is very fast, as fast as light.
Zhong Xin slowly waved his long sword. This sword seemed very slow to Lin Ruhu and others on the side, as if they could easily dodge it.
But in the next second, Zhong Xin appeared at the monster's neck.
A very conspicuous sword mark appeared on the monster's huge body.
Its ferocious head fell directly from its neck, and the monster didn't even react.
Zhong Xin stood with a sword in hand, and his red robe looked particularly ferocious under the reflection of the blood spraying from the monster's neck.
Zhong Xin turned his head and pointed his sword at Xu Zimo.
He had rarely used this light before because he had a hunch in his heart that since his sight recovered, his mental vision has become weaker and weaker.
Although he has always wanted to see the world with his mind's eye, for some reason, his mind's eye now is far less bright 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 hunch that if he used this beam of light a few more times, he might never be able to sense it again.
So he rarely uses it now, just treating it as his trump card.
Zhong Xin looked at Xu Zimo with an indifferent expression. Just when he was about to swing his sword at Xu Zimo, a big hand suddenly shot up from the ground and pinched him in the palm of his hand.
Zhong Xin was horrified. He turned around with difficulty and saw the headless monster standing up again.
It seemed that the existence of the head was not important to the monster at all. The monster pinched him and exerted force with his right hand.
Zhong Xin only felt a strong force coming from all directions. He was suffocated and his body seemed to be crushed to pieces.
He waved the sword in his hand with difficulty, and with a bang, the brilliant sword light cut off the monster's right arm.
His right arm fell off his body, and Zhong Xin was able to escape.
He frowned and glanced at the monster, then swung the long sword in his hand again. With several consecutive blows, the monster that was still struggling was instantly split into pieces.
And at this moment, an oppressive sword force came from behind him...
