The Divine Sword Style --- [Heavenly Judgment], and at the moment of life and death, Roland did not hesitate to use his strongest sword skills.

Siegfried held the magic sword high, and the dark red light shone on the blood groove of the magic sword.

It was a magical power condensed from the essence blood of countless dragons, containing an incomparably violent and dangerous energy, and it would burst out with a ferocious murderous aura at every moment, in stark contrast to the holy sword in Roland's hand.

The brilliance of the holy sword is as gentle as water, but the power of the magic sword is as fierce as fire.

Pure white snow rushed towards Siegfried and Roland with the galloping momentum of thousands of horses.

In the face of the terrifying avalanche, the two people under the mountain were as inconspicuous as small black spots.

However, in the next moment, the huge energy released from the two of them stopped the snow flow that devoured everything.

The golden sun hung high, sprinkling a blazing and clear glow.

The mighty snow that rushed towards the two of them continued to vaporize and become thinner as it rushed.

Roland's hand holding the sword kept trembling, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the magic and spiritual power needed to maintain the [Heavenly Judgment] were extremely huge.

At this moment, the magic power in his whole body had already poured out and was rapidly consumed.

However, although the snow in front of him evaporated a lot, Yu Wei could still easily engulf the two of them.

This is already the limit of what Roland can do.

After all, the snow that has been stored in the Asgard Mountains for thousands of years can easily submerge a small city if it melts even a small part.

Using human power against the forces of nature is indeed a very unrealistic behavior, Roland smiled slightly bitterly.

However, at this moment, immediately after the divine pillar of golden light, a dark red light erupted with endless evil qi, like lava pouring out of a volcano.

Zieg flew out.

"Hold me up. The Dragon Vein Man stared at the rolling torrent in front of him, and under Roland's stunned gaze, his steps stepped out heavily, and he actually swung the Dragon Slayer Demon Sword [Balmunch] and rushed towards the snow stream.

There was irrepressible excitement in Siegfried's eyes, like an adventurer eager to conquer a dangerous peak.

This madman!

Roland was terrified, and secretly vowed in his heart that when he left the Asgard Mountains, he must stay as far away from this madman as possible.

Ziegfei roared in the sky, the dragon scales all over his body shone with white-gold brilliance, like pieces of armor made of platinum, wearing white gold armor and holding a giant sword, he turned into a fighter who brazenly faced thousands of troops.

He will use his sword to slay all his opponents.

Whether it was a stream of snow that swallowed up mountains and rivers or a tide of beasts that covered the sky, Siegfried Nibelungen would have done only one thing.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

This is Ziegfried's fighting style.

The most primitive, hot-blooded, heroic, and crazy way of fighting, but it has long been forgotten by countless dragon veiners in later generations.

Looking at the back of the lonely snowy stream in front of him, Roland couldn't help but be in a trance.

After a thousand years, he seemed to see the figure of the legendary epic hero, the immortal dragon slayer Nibelungen.

The Dragon Vein One leaped high, and the magic sword slashed towards the turbulent white torrent in front of him.

Dark red flames poured out along the black blade, blasting into the snow like the breath of an ancient dragon.

The boiling flames collided with the snow that had been stored in the mountains for thousands of years, like red and white tides intersecting, sending out violent tremors and sending the mist up into the sky.

The destructive flames of dragon's blood dance merrily in the roaring waves of snow, like fire spirits from ancient mythology.

The height of the snow waves is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Roland's eyelids jumped.

What an arrogant idea to confront the nature of heaven and earth with one's own strength,

But this guy's sword really competed with the torrent of snowy mountains.

He took a deep breath, and the Holy Cross Sword swung again, and a golden-red pillar of fire flew out, spraying towards the thinner and thinner snowflakes, one gold and one red, two flames working together against the unstoppable avalanche.

Divine Sword --- Lightbringer

The blades of the Holy Flame tore through the torrent of snow, and the scorching dragon's breath poured into it in a frenzy, the heat rushing through the waves of snow, evaporating the remnants of the snow into nothingness.

Finally, under the power of the two epic weapons, the snow dissipated.

Siegfried fell from mid-air, his sword slamming into the smooth ground, gasping for air, the dragon scales on his body fading back into human skin.

His face was paler than ever, but the smugness and heartiness between his brows lingered.

"How?" Siegfried tilted his head to look at Roland, his brows slightly raised, and there was a hint of provocation in his tone.

"It's a wonderful blow, worthy of the legendary Dragon Slayer Demon Sword. ”

Roland put the cross sword into the sheath and said lightly: "This kind of power is indeed more than enough to slay the dragon." ”

Siegfried snorted triumphantly, "It's good that you know." ”

"However, the downside is also obvious, the mana consumption of that sword just now is extremely large, you can only use it once, and it will significantly shorten the duration of the dragon state. ”

Roland changed his words and looked at Siegfried calmly, "Obviously, if I attack you now, you will have no choice but to run for your life. ”

"Hmph!" Siegfried did not verbally entangle with Rolando, "now, it is time for you to tell the whereabouts of Constantine." ”

Roland was about to speak, when suddenly, the mutation happened again.

The aurora that shrouded the sky over the Asgard Mountains rippled for a moment, and then the light rained down like raindrops, interweaving into countless brilliant bands of light, which fell on Siegfried and Roland.

"What's going on?"

The two stared at their bodies in astonishment, their bodies rapidly blurring in the brilliant light, and at the same time they felt an inexplicable powerful force pulling them towards some unknown space.

Roland tried to use magic but was shocked to find that he couldn't use magic at all.

This sudden light seemed to distort the spatial structure of the entire mountain range.

The main peak of the Asgard Mountains, a huge canyon-like crack appeared on the ridge of the white stone pillar that looked like the sky.

A dazzling glow is released from it, echoing the aurora in the sky.

As a result, the entire mountain range was engulfed in light.

In the eyes of Roland and Siegfried, a huge door formed by multicolored light faintly appeared.

The illusory gate of light was densely covered with countless runic letters, a language unknown to Roland and Siegfried.

In the center of the door, an ancient relief is depicted, which is lifelike and majestic, and it does not look like it belongs to the world at all.

It was a World Tree that led to the sky.

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