I’m Really a Villain

When the knife burst in front of his eyes, Zhong Xin subconsciously raised his sword to meet.

Then, a force from nothing came from the blade, and Zhong Xin was directly shot out.

"How could this be possible," his heart moved, and the power of the knife was too late for his resistance.

And the direction he flew out was exactly where the monster was.

The monster punched Zhong Xin with a punch, and Zhong Xin didn't even have time to react, and was directly punched into the ground with a punch.

He coughed a few times and spit out some blood in his mouth. Zhong Xin looked up at the monster in front of him.

Although the monster is now barely in power, it has no mental powers.

But it used to be a **** beast after all, the majestic power on his body suppressed everything.

Shenwei seems to have rolled up thousands of waves, if the tsunami rolled up, if a monster is in front of him, I'm afraid he can't move.

Fortunately, Zhong Xin is a human race, and his bloodline suppression is not so strong. He just moved slowly.

The magical power of this monster is like a gravity space. Zhong Xin does not want to fight with it. After all, Xu Zimo is still watching.

But at the moment there is the suppression of Shenwei, Zhong Xin knows that without solving the monster first, he has no chance of running away. Starting

He was able to escape the attack of the monster, let go of the hollow god, and slowly raised his long sword in his hand.

At this moment he closed his eyes tightly, and an infinite golden light radiated from the long sword.

Long sword is like a round of hot sun possessed, shining brightly above the blade.

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Everyone has their own legend, and people often sing praises to the great heroes who are admired by the world.

Their stories have been circulating for thousands of years and have been recorded thousands of times.

However, in this world, not only heroes have stories.

There are so many of them, once not even cared about.

You and I,

Perhaps everyone, regardless of strength, noble birth or not, everyone has their own story.

Zhong Xin, ranked 48th in the world, is called "streamer swordsman."

Zhong Xin remembers 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 populations.

For example, the sky is blue and the cloud is white.

The little girl who told him a story told him that he was very good-looking and had distinct facial features, but he laughed a little silly.

The girl who told her the story left after hearing that it was bitten by a poisonous snake while picking medicine on the mountain.

At that time he longed for light and longed to see the world.

Until one day, an old man came to the town where he lived.

He came into contact with an unpredictable new world from the mouth of the old man. The word "cultivation" also appeared in his mind for the first time. First launch https: // https: //

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"I heard the people in the town say that you have a lot of magical powers. Just with one finger, you killed a hanging white tiger. Are you a fairy?"

The old man looked at him and smiled, his hands waved 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 except your parents will help you for no reason.

You can only rely on yourself. "

"So what should I do?"

"In my opinion, everyone actually has two pairs of eyes, a pair of heart eyes, and a pair of bright eyes.

Bright eyes show you the world and see the most superficial things.

And your mind can make you understand the world more deeply.

Although your eyes are blind, your eyes are still bright. "

"How can I open my mind?" He asked ignorantly at the time.

"Feel the world seriously," the old man only responded to him, and gave him a token before leaving.

Told him that if one day he could open his mind, let him come to Zhenwu Shengzong to find himself.

Since then, Zhong Xin knew that he had a goal in his life, and he began to try to feel the world.

The flow of the river, the flames of the flames, the noise of the wind, the cold stones.

He learned to feel the world and the existence and change of all things.

Until one day, he saw a beam of light, that was the first ray of light he saw in his life.

In the boring and dark years, he saw the light for the first time.

Since then, the beam of light has been with him, even if his eyes were cured later, he is still used to seeing the world with his heart.

Later he also learned that the old man who reminded himself that year was the elder of Zhenwu Shengzong.

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Zhong Xin closed his eyes, the beam of light flashed at the tip of his sword. The reason why he could be called "streamer swordsman".

The basic reason is that his sword is fast, just like light.

Zhong Xin slowly waved his long sword. Lin Ruhu, who was on the side of the sword, looked very slow, as if he could easily dodge it.

But the next second, I saw Zhong Xin not knowing when it had appeared on the neck of the monster.

The monster's huge body showed a very striking sword mark.

Its grim head fell directly from his neck, and the monster didn't even react.

Zhong Xin stood with his sword, and the red robe sprayed blood from the monster's neck, which was particularly monstrous.

Zhong Xin turned his head and pointed at Xu Zimo.

He had rarely used this light before, because he had a hunch in his heart ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Since his vision was restored, his mind became weaker and weaker.

Although he always wanted to see the world with his heart, but somehow, his heart is far less bright than when he first came into contact with cultivation.

He can also clearly feel that his sensitivity to this light is getting weaker and weaker.

Zhong Xin even had a hunch that if he used this light a few more times, I am afraid it would never be sensed again in the future.

So he rarely uses it now, just use it as his killer.

Zhong Xin looked at Xu Zimo indifferently, just as he was about to wave his sword at Xu Zimo, a big hand suddenly pulled out of the ground and pinched him in the palm of his hand.

Zhong Xin was terrified. He turned around and looked around, and saw that the monster with no head stood up again.

It seems that the existence of the head is not important to the monster at all. The monster squeezed him, and the right hand slammed hard.

Zhong Xin only felt a strong force coming from all directions, he was suffocated, and his body seemed to be crushed.

He waved his sword in a difficult way. With a bang, the gorgeous sword light directly cut off the monster's right arm.

The right arm fell off the body, so Zhong Xin was able to get out.

He frowned and looked at the monster. The long sword in his hand waved again, several consecutive swords, splitting the monster who was still struggling.

And at this moment, a band of oppressive swords came from behind him.

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