Ian's judgment was not wrong, and Morton's other mental image really didn't apply to close-quarters combat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This pale-faced member of the Black Balance Society has a total of two mental images:

The first is to convert the fear within a certain range of the body into your own strength, and increase your strength level according to the intensity of your emotions.

The second is that they can attach their consciousness to the bodies of certain creatures, kill their original souls, and seize control of their bodies. This mental image has the restriction that it must be performed statically for a long time, and can only be cast on low-intelligence creatures, so it is obviously impossible to use it in hand-to-hand combat.

Well, now the question arises.

When everything is seen through by the opponent, what choice will a person who has been completely dominated by fear make?

Soon, Ian got the answer.

In desperation, Morton bent his knees, opened his mouth wide, and let out a loud roar that shook the air at Ian. And just when Ian thought that he was about to stage a Jedi counterattack, this middle-aged man who just looked like he was about to risk his life and death and rushed forward, suddenly leaned back, slammed the ground under his feet, and flew straight out of the rear like a cannonball.

This guy obviously made a desperate posture, but he chose to run back!?

Ian swung his sword to separate the rubble that was flying towards him, and after a moment of surprise, he hurriedly stepped out and chased after him.

How did he know that Morton had no courage at this time, and was just thinking about running for his life. Violent emotional fluctuations radiated out, causing the demons that were already gathering around them to surround them.

I saw that he fell into the demon group headlong, completely ignoring the Dao wounds on his body, and with the greater strength at this time, he violently knocked the demons in front of him into the air, and chiseled away the demon group in an almost impossible way, and rushed towards the direction that even he didn't know anymore, and suddenly caused the demons behind him to merge into a black and red dragon, trampling the billowing dust and smoke on the earth.

"It's a nuisance. ”

Ian felt that he had already regretted it, and he should have ended up with him earlier. An enemy who has completely lost his fighting spirit should not have more understanding in him.

He suddenly picked up speed, and his figure crossed the space like a flash, appearing in Moulton, who had long since lost his external perception, and stabbed straight into the back of his heart, trying to understand everything.

However, at this moment, the sudden eruption of abnormality on Moulton's body suddenly made him stop the tip of the sword that had almost touched the opponent's skin.

This middle-aged man who kept running, as his strength and speed increased, suddenly burst out of countless small wounds on his body, and blood splashed out of these wounds at the same time, almost in a short moment, making this middle-aged man an out-and-out bloody man.

This discovery caused Ian to stop his attack and choose to hang behind his opponent to observe what might happen to him in the future.

The madness of the outlaw continued. In the process, Morton's strength continued to grow irrepressibly, and as his strength increased, his speed became faster and faster, and in just a few minutes, he opened up chasing his demons.

As he continued to move at this pace, he would soon touch the sword curtain that Phil had set up around the area.

But Ian knew he would never touch the sword curtain.

Because, as he unconsciously accelerated, more and more openings burst out in his body, and they became bigger and bigger. On the way all the way, almost everywhere was sprinkled with his gushing blood, and if this increase was not stopped, then the man's final outcome would be a complete collapse.

Sure enough, just as this thought arose in Ian's heart, Moulton's body could no longer support such strength. His right leg, which was slamming violently on the ground, made a continuous "click" sound as he stepped out of a huge crater.

It was the sound of bones breaking.

And with this incomparably clear and crisp sound, Moulton's entire right leg twisted irregularly, and the whole person fell to the ground hard, and the sound of blood vessels bursting exploded in unison, dyeing the already red earth more and more scarlet, exuding an uncomfortable aura.

"That's what it is...... Disintegration after crossing the limit. ”

Ian, who appeared in the night, looked at the man in front of him who was out of breath and in little air, and was silent.

A moment later, he stepped forward and swung his sword and slashed his head.

That wasn't his intention. Because he knew that even if he didn't make up for the last sword, this man who had already broken himself would definitely not survive tonight. It's just that Lilith taught him too much of a lesson that made him make this choice in the end.

Although he had gained a lot from the battle with this enemy, he suddenly found that he was not happy at all at this time.

Because this scene brought him a huge impact, in this man, he actually saw his own figure.

Isn't this man who can't stop at all in the rush the best appearance of himself who is racing against the sword intent in his body?

The power of sword intent and fear may be different in nature, but the effect of their external manifestations is almost the same.

Once it is uncontrollable, once it exceeds the limit, then it must be a complete collapse.

"Is this what I might end up with?"

After muttering to himself, Ian, who came back to his senses, suddenly let out a sneer.

He was laughing at himself.

Laughing at himself for actually affecting his calm mind for such a scene.

The most terrible ending has been seen, and after Ian's silence and reflection, he suddenly found that such an ending was not as terrifying as he imagined.

The race against the sword intent on his body had already begun when he crossed the Sage's Gate. And in that early morning, he had already clarified his path, strengthened his determination, and no longer confused about life and death.

At this moment, he, who has missed a lot of time, where can he waste his precious time on these meaningless "sentimentality" like before.

The pressure and fear may not disappear so easily, but they have been suppressed in the bottom of his heart, and he can no longer control his emotions.

Ian swung the sword in his hand and let it out with a faint moan, and for the first time he began to truly hear his own voice.

At this moment, a surprise flashed in his eyes.

After a slight startle, he closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth drew a smile of understanding and intoxication. For the first time since he knew the meaning of this sword chant, he felt that the sound of this sword chant was so melodious and beautiful, almost like a heavenly sound.

"It turns out that I was wrong all along. (To be continued.) )