At this moment, Lin Zhen recalled his time spent learning at the martial academy, and a coach named Li Mo.
It was from Li Mo that he had learned the essence of Sword Qi, the mantra still echoing in his ears, "No sword in hand, but a sword in the heart!"
But after gaining the comprehension of Sword Qi, where does the sword come from?
Lin Zhen slowly opened his eyes, not looking at the hideous-faced guardian in front of him, but at his own hands.
He no longer had hands, he had lost his Sword Gang, and he couldn't wield the Sky-cutting sword again.
Isn't this the perfect embodiment of "No sword in hand?"
As long as there's no sword in hand, my sword exists in my heart!
Since it exists in my heart, it can be summoned at any time for my use!
The guardian was ruthlessly attacking Lin Zhen, yet this half-dead man suddenly exuded a vibrant aura!
Lin Zhen was like a long sword being restrained, ready to break free and explode at any moment!
