Sensing that something was wrong, Roland only had time to twist half of his body, let out a clear roar, and reached out to grab the blade of the crystal sword before the blade entered his throat.

Sacred flames poured out of Roland's hands, and surging divine power poured into the crystal sword, releasing a high temperature high enough to melt gold and iron.

Two magical forces with different attributes clashed against each other on the battlefield of [Dawn], fighting fiercely against each other for the dominance of the crystal sword.

Like a howling tide, the flame swept over the snow-white walls, making them tremble with each impact, shaking off the dust of countless years, but standing tenaciously and tenaciously.

The almost transparent body of the crystal sword took on a strange color, and the first half of the sword held in Roland's hand was dyed golden red, and the second half flashed with the unique sparkle of [Dawn].

The environment around the two of them also changed, and golden-red holy flames surged around Roland's body, and circles of pale golden flame ripples spread around him, smearing the red hot sand into a dazzling golden red.

The place where Constantine stood turned into a white snowfield, and the hot sand was covered in crystalline snow, countless crystal chips that had fallen from the struggle against the Holy Flame.

Constantine's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and he could feel that Roland's magic was slowly but irresistibly overwhelming, gradually overpowering the power of [Dawn].

He gripped the hilt of Dawn's sword with both hands, and used all his strength to push it against the paladin's neck, but the blade did not move

Roland frowned in confusion, he didn't believe that Constantine was a person who couldn't figure out the situation, and there was no point in going on like this.

"Let it go, if you don't want to lose your weapon, you can see that this sword should be important to you. Roland said in a seductive tone.

"Legendary-level magic weapons are rare in the entire continent, and if they are destroyed in my hands like this, even I will feel pity. Roland said lightly, and the strong confidence revealed between his words also proved that he did have this ability.

The boy did not reply, and the undiminished strength in his hand clearly indicated his attitude

"Since you are obsessed, then use this sword to bury your insistence!" Roland said coldly, his eyes showing a hint of boredom.

Nothing annoys him more than meaningless battles.

The holy flame frantically sang, instantly anti-guest, the golden red light swallowed the sword body of [Dawn] little by little, spreading to the hilt, even if it was an invincible crystal sword, the power of the powerhouse in the holy realm was extremely fragile.

Perhaps it won't be long before this magnificent sword will completely dissipate in the flames and turn into the dust of history.

Constantine would not allow such a thing to happen.

He also had three hidden hole cards in his hand, one was the golden gem under his boot, and the other was a sky blue pendant in his pocket.

And the last one is his real killer move.

Constantine stared ahead, recalling a scene from the past, the arcane spells that old Joey had taught him flashed through his mind like lightning, and then fixed on the last line of incantations.

Joey had warned him with a solemn expression not to use this dangerous spell as a last resort, as Constantine's current magical abilities were far from sufficient to wield the true power of this arcane.

Moreover, the magic and mental power required for this magic are too huge to be controlled by a young mage like Constantine who has only studied arcane arts for a few months.

But, Constantine decided to take a risk at this moment.

A low chant sounded, and as soon as the first syllable came out, the young man's face under the mask turned pale, and the small half of the spiritual power in his mind was empty.

With so much mental power consumed in the first syllable alone, you can imagine how huge the amount of magic required for this magic is.

Just now, in order to dodge that sword, Constantine had already handed over a [flash], which consumed a lot of mental power, but it was only less than one-third of the beginning of this magic.

The chant sounded intermittently, Constantine's face turned from pale to pale, whiter than the crystals on the ground, and the incantation was only completed to the fifth syllable.

It was as if he was back in front of Joey's chessboard, fighting hard.

Feeling the strange magic fluctuations pouring out of Constantine's body, Roland's face changed slightly, countless magic terms flowed through his mind, and he couldn't recognize what kind of magic Constantine used.

This is actually not to blame Roland, looking at the entire continent, there are very few people who can witness the arcane art of [Dimensional Cutting].

Finally, before the flames were about to engulf the crystal sword completely, Constantine completed the arcane art, a fifth of it to be exact.

A dark line that was extremely dim, barely visible to the naked eye, swam out of Constantine's fingertips and slowly moved towards Roland's neck.

At Constantine's current level, this line could only be extended by half a meter, and it would dissipate in a few seconds.

But at such a close distance, it is enough.

How keen the perception of the powerhouse of the Holy Domain was, a strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Roland's heart, and he suddenly let go of the hand holding the sword, and the holy flame faded like a tide.

The lines that were enough to cut through the space pierced the protective sword qi on Roland's body, like a hot knife cutting through the golden cream, leaving a bloody scar on the paladin's neck.

If he had dodged a second too late, the line would have passed through the major artery in his neck.

For the first time in his life, Roland broke out in a cold sweat, death had been so close to him since he stepped into the Sanctuary.

As soon as he retreated, his flawless defense suddenly revealed a flaw, and the flames surrounding him suddenly dimmed.

In the next moment, a dense arcane missile as dense as stars appeared around Constantine, converging into a magnificent purple band of light, which rushed straight towards Roland's body, and the brilliant light bloomed on the paladin's chest.

Rumble!

Roland let out a muffled snort, and the violent wave of air pushed him far away, plowing two ravines in the sand with his feet, and then slammed into the stone wall dozens of meters behind him, splashing countless dust and hot sand.

Call!

Constantine let out a heavy breath, and then his legs went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, not like a living person, his magic and physical strength were all drained, and the boy was at his weakest point at the moment.

But the results were so great that even he was excited.

After spending countless thoughts and exhausting all means, he finally relied on his own strength to severely damage a Sacred Domain powerhouse.

The moment Roland was knocked out, everyone in the arena felt that their eyes were deceiving themselves.

A genuine Sanctuary powerhouse was actually defeated like this?

Morgan and Fastia looked at each other, both finding surprise and puzzlement in each other's eyes.

No one knew better than them the strength of the Sanctuary powerhouses, and in their opinion, Constantine could not break through Roland's defenses under any circumstances.

But all this happened in front of the eyes of the two peerless powerhouses in such a grand manner.

Did Roland lose this game like that?

Everyone had such doubts in their hearts, and the emotions of surprise, chagrin, and shock were transmitted in the arena, and everyone was discussing...

However, a scene that happened in the next second put an end to all speculation.

In the depths of the smoke and dust, an unprecedented dazzling light suddenly erupted......

On the observation deck, Ora frowned, and with a slight force, he clenched the sleeve of the mage's robe.

Under the gaze of thousands of people, a round of golden light rose into the sky, and then lit up the entire heavenly dome.

The dazzling brilliance, the huge outline, the perfect arc, made everyone's hearts involuntarily think of that radiant word....

Sun.