Hero's words echoed in Dillon's ears like magic sounds, shocking his soul and making his hair stand on end.
The person in front of me is mentally twisted, and he is definitely the kind of master who can do what he says. Those blood-red pupils contain too many negative emotions, like a gnawing abyss.
Generally, it is impossible to look directly at.
Dillon's body was trembling, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat. His pupils shrank very small, as if he had seen the scene of millions of corpses lying on top of each other and blood flowing for thousands of miles in the Qiming Continent.
This was only caused by Helo's murderous intent. Faced with this murderous intent, a saint-level powerhouse as strong as the Silver Moon lineage was frightened by this and could not raise the slightest intention to fight.
"What kind of murderous intent is this?" Dillon's pupils were trembling, and this murderous intent affected his mind.
"Are you afraid of me?" Hero walked towards Dillon. His pupils were fixed on the latter, with an evil smile on his face.
"I feel your fear. You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of me. How ridiculous." Holo looked at Dillon as if he saw a prey.
A drop of sweat dripped from Dillon's forehead, his eyes widened, and his body seemed to be restrained. No matter how his brain gave orders, his body could not move even half a minute.
This is fear, a primitive fear. Dillon's body can't move, he can't do it.
"I seem to have information about your lineage in my memory. It's a very special lineage." Helo walked step by step, his interest in Dillon becoming more and more intense.
"Your lineage pays attention to tempering the mind, strengthening one's will through thoughts, so as to maintain a high fighting spirit and enhance combat power. You call it the heart of the strong. I am right." Helo said lightly:
"However, it's a pity that your strong will has been lost since you faced me. His battles at that time did not originate from his heart. You burned your life to fight me. Although you have a high fighting spirit, you still have nothing to lose.
It does not originate from the heart. You rely on strength to strengthen your heart, rather than relying on your heart to strengthen your strength. In this way, even if you are promoted to the divine level, you will still be a weak person."
Having said this, Hero raised the corners of his mouth, looked directly into Dillon's eyes and said, "And I never thought about failure. I have no fear in my heart, so I stepped forward bravely."
Hero's calm words exploded in Dillon's ears. At this moment, the latter finally understood why he was defeated so completely.
Dillon was prepared to fail from the very beginning. He was afraid of failure. Fear of failure kept shrouding his heart in a haze. In the end, he was eroded by fear. A heart that has lost its fighting spirit will not have any attack power at all.
Dillon was exposed by the words, and the deepest fighting spirit in his heart was also wiped out. At this moment, his expression was sluggish, which was very different from the Silver Moon warrior who once had unparalleled majesty.
Once upon a time, he was also the most powerful among his peers, with an invincible belief in his heart. He firmly believed and practiced hard in the body, just to regain the glory of the Silver Moon lineage.
That year, he was born with a dream in mind and embarked on the road to compete for supremacy with his peers on the road.
When he was just born, he was very impressive, fighting against all kinds of heroes, and gained great fame, and was known as one of the strongest among his generation.
However, just when he was high-spirited and wanted to show off his skills, a man who looked like a demon and a god appeared out of nowhere. That man attacked forcefully, and after several battles, he killed several of the most powerful men of his generation.
His aura was gradually overshadowed by that man, and all the nodes of the continent were focused on that man.
He was unwilling to give in. At that time, his fighting spirit was high, and he embarked on a journey to find the man with the belief that the Silver Moon lineage was invincible.
However, on the way, he heard that the man had killed several powerful men of his generation, and his desire to become a strong man was shaken for the first time.
Then, during another encirclement and suppression operation, he united with several of his strongest peers to fight the man for three days and three nights, and witnessed with his own eyes the scene of the man killing everyone. At that moment, his strong heart completely collapsed.
The man's murderous intention was still fresh in his memory. The soaring murderous intention almost caused him to have a nervous breakdown.
Since then, his heart has been shrouded in a layer of haze, and the heart of a strong man has been eroded bit by bit by fear.
It was not until the death of that man that the fear in his heart was reduced. Later, he broke through the shackles, reached the holy level and joined the ranks of the strong, reappearing the glory of the Silver Moon lineage. However, in his heart, he still
Shrouded in a layer of haze, whenever I think of that devil-like man, a chill will rise involuntarily.
He is Dillon, and that man is the former Shura.
"Why are you telling me this?" Dillon looked at Hero and seemed to have lost all his strength. He recalled the past and seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.
"Haha, you are the first person I have ever met. As a reward, of course I have to make you understand." Helo stretched out his finger, pointed at Dillon's chest, and said slowly: "A heart that has lost its faith.
The heart has no value anymore."
Holo's words were like a magic voice, lingering in Dillon's ears. At this moment, his heart was completely shrouded in haze, his consciousness of fighting was disintegrated, and the former Sinina no longer existed.
This is like a time bomb that was deeply rooted in Dillon's heart two hundred years ago and completely detonated two hundred years later.
In the void, Hero's blood and hair were flying. He was like a high-altitude monarch, looking down on everything under his feet.
"Then, goodbye, the first person I saw." After the words fell, a bright light burst out from Hero's fingers, and a stream of light passed across the sky and hit Dillon directly.
However, at this moment, a gust of breeze blew by, inadvertently blowing the stream of light away, causing the latter to pass through Dillon.
"Wind?" Seeing this scene, Hero's face showed a trace of solemnity for the first time, and his mental power was released to explore every corner of the void.
"What's going on? The law of space?" Helo used his consciousness, and all the movements within hundreds of miles around him were in his perception, but even so, all he could sense was a wisp of breeze.
"There should be another person nearby here, why can't you feel it?" Hero looked around, the blood-colored pupils turned into silver, and the power of divine cry opened, bursting out with bright eyes, looking through
All false.
However, at this moment, Hero's scalp exploded, and a chill rushed up his back. The natural avenue lines in his body made a rumble of their own accord. His instinct drove him to flee far away, almost in the blink of an eye.
Hero then flew away several miles away.
At this moment, the space where Holo was just now exploded, and the wisps of breeze turned into sharp blades in an instant, slashing towards the space.
The endless sharp blades burst out with a brilliant brilliance, instantly destroying everything in that space, and even the space was torn apart with a dark crack.
From a distance, Hero was horrified. If he hadn't understood the natural way and mastered the instinct of pursuing good fortune and avoiding disaster, the moment just now would have been enough for him to die many times.
"The law of wind... is so strong." He Luo frowned and opened his eyes to look around, trying to find the enemy.
However, at this moment, a palm suddenly popped out of the void without any warning, and slapped Hero on the back with a bang.
The latter immediately vomited blood and flew away like a kite with its string broken. The blow was so terrifying that Hero was injured without a chance to resist.
"The law of the wind... how to do stealth." Holo stopped, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned around and looked at the place where he was just now.
There, a figure slowly walked out of the void, with long dark green hair fluttering in the wind, looking elegant and light.
"Using mental power to conquer the origin of Dillon's soul step by step will gradually expand the wound in his heart, thus disintegrating his consciousness and shaking his heart of being strong." The person who came touched his chin and said slowly: "
If I guessed correctly, this should be spiritual magic - fear. I really didn't expect that a low-level magic can allow you to use it to such an extent, capturing the soul source of a holy-level powerhouse. Your mental power is really
Not bad."
As soon as these words came out, Hero's pupils suddenly shrank, and a pair of blood-colored pupils flashed with a terrifying light, "Who are you?" Hero spit out these three words.
"Haha." The person who came laughed at himself and said, "I have lived a long time and have forgotten my name. However, I have a title in the outside world, called Wind Hunter."