"Good. Nightmare said coldly, a hint of unhappiness rising in his heart to be despised. "I'll let you two little ones know that there's always a limit to what talent can make up for the gap. ”

Shadows condensed in the nightmare's hands, and black swords filled with cold and dead silence appeared in the eyes of Roland and Constantine, and the pitch-black aura of eternal night flew up and down around the nightmare, rendering the surroundings into a hazy darkness, like the deepest part of the dream.

Staring at this dark space for more than a certain period of time, the consciousness of the observer will also be frozen, and countless oppressive images will come one after another.

This is the power of the Sanctuary that belongs to Nightmares.

The paladin and the boy took breaths at the same time, the intense pressure that made them each tense their nerves.

Golden flames kept gushing out of Roland's body, resisting the erosion of his will by the cold breath, while Constantine remained motionless, without the slightest murderous intent in his body.

In the increasingly solemn air, Roland, who was a paladin, was the first to break the deadlock, and the flame sword cut a brilliant arc of fire, slashing towards the nightmarish black area.

The flame sword slashed into the darkness, the holy light illuminated the dim night, and the sword qi inhabiting the dark space sensed this invasion from the outside world, and began to launch a counterattack, one after another black arc light pierced Roland's body.

Roland chanted a holy word, the scale of the prayer sounded, his body flashed with pure white holy light, and while flicking away the flying sword qi, his body suddenly accelerated, turning into a white rainbow that penetrated the encirclement of the black sword.

Then, the cross formed by the interweaving of two golden rays of light came into the killer's eyes, and it was the paladin's signature sword skill--- [Cross Slash].

Nightmare narrowed his eyes, as if he was a little afraid of the divine aura flowing from the golden light, but his movements did not pause in the slightest, his wrist flicked extremely quickly, and the golden sword qi shattered in the air before it could get close.

Roland crossed the sword in front of his chest, the white light on his body was magnificent, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and the whole person slammed straight towards the nightmare, and the divine sword style --- [Fearless Charge].

"Look for death!" Nightmare's figure flashed into Roland's dead corner like a sharp turn of light, and after the transformation was completed, the shadow sword stabbed at Roland like a viper letter.

The paladin gave up the charge and tried to move it to parry Nightmare's longsword, but the shadow sword wrapped around the flaming sword like a black vine and curled up towards the paladin's arm.

Roland did not hesitate to inject magic power, and the blade of the flame sword rapidly expanded, turning into a blazing pillar of fire in an instant, engulfing the nightmare's body.

Divine Sword --- Lightbringer

Unfortunately, the moment the holy flame surged by, the nightmare refracted and disappeared again, and then calmly appeared on the other side of the tower, the shadow sword waved, and the black sword qi swarmed in it.

Taking advantage of the moment when Roland parried the sword qi, the shadow sword in Nightmare's hand turned into a puddle of flowing ink and seeped into the stone slab under his feet, and then, dense thin black spikes popped out from the cracks in the stone slabs of the tower, piercing Roland from all directions.

[Shadow Prison], another of Nightmare's most famous sword skills, uses the Shadow Sword to change shape at will, and unleashes pervasive attacks in accordance with the terrain.

In the face of an unprecedented sharp attack, Roland did not panic, but calmly responded, kneeling on one knee, the flaming sword plunged into the floor, and began to chant the incantation.

The light is like a tide.

A golden aura enveloped Roland, and the divine power in the light suppressed the restless spikes around them, making them unable to get close.

In the area covered by golden light, the shadows that flowed like black mercury could not penetrate at all, and all the elements were repelled by pure divine power, and in this space shrouded in holy light, only light could exist.

Divine Skill --- [Heavenly Blessing], which is a high-level defensive magic that can only be performed by the Archpriest of the Church, and can withstand the full force of a crown-level archmage.

After arriving at the Sanctuary Realm, Roland's use of divine magic became more and more superb.

Seeing this light appear, Nightmare withdrew the [Shadow Prison], and he knew very well that attacking Roland within the range of [Heavenly Blessing] was just a waste of mana.

But there was no look of frustration on his face.

Because he knew very well that although [Heavenly Blessing] was an extremely powerful defensive magic technique, even better than [Crystal Coffin], this near-perfect magic technique had one biggest flaw: the caster could not move during the cast time.

The shadow sword then turned into a black beam of light that devoured all life, shooting in the direction of the Great Emperor.

At this moment, Roland couldn't move, and could only watch as the nightmare's long sword rushed towards His Majesty the Emperor.

It was at this moment that Constantine finally moved.

The blade of Dawn slammed out, and a ribbon of fine shards appeared behind Constantine.

He ignored the beam of light that stabbed at the Emperor, and instead aimed his sword at Nightmare, forcing the opponent to draw his sword back to defense.

Nightmare only raised an eyebrow in the face of the sword that Constantine stabbed, and the tip of the shadow sword suddenly turned in midair, stabbing into Constantine's lower abdomen like lightning.

This is an extremely vicious blow, if Constantine insists on attacking and chooses to fight for his life, then it is very likely that he will be seriously injured by a sword, or even die.

If Constantine chooses to defend himself and retreat, then Nightmare can change the direction of the Shadow Sword's attack again, killing the Emperor on the spot.

It's a tough choice for anyone.

Constantine did not have the strength of Count Fastia, and once he was stabbed by the shadow sword, even Roland's magic could not save him.

He could choose to abandon the attack, but the Great Emperor behind him would be in great danger.

Come, let me see your options, Nightmare glancing at Constantine with a cold gaze.

Based on his own knowledge, he was almost certain that Constantine would choose the former, and no bounty hunter liked the life-for-life tactic, especially the better the bounty hunter.

Nightmare stared into Constantine's eyes, hoping to find a trace of hesitation and hesitation in those pupils, as long as Constantine did this, even if it was only for a short moment, what awaited him would be a tragic end.

However, in the eyes of the young man, he did not capture the confusion, but a clear and peaceful

If it was the former Constantine, he would definitely choose to save his life first, and in the face of a peerless killer like Nightmare, he would definitely retreat as soon as possible.

But after casting that sword on the hot sand battlefield, Constantine's state of mind was different.

He didn't think about the outcome or the victory, he simply stabbed the sword out, just like he had done many years ago when he first held the hilt of [Dawn].

Constantine didn't pause, and stabbed his sword straight into Nightmare's chest.

When he did so, the hesitant man became a nightmare.

He was sure that after his shadow sword hit, he was ninety percent sure of killing Constantine, but the [Dawn] in Constantine's hand also had a one percent chance of hitting him hard.

For a killer like Nightmare, even a single risk is unacceptable.

So, he gave up his plan to fight for his life, and the shadow sword shrank and held the crystal sword.

The weapons of the two top hunters collided together, and the legendary crystal sword faced the shadow sword of the nightmare, and the crystal chips and sword qi were intertwined and annihilated.

The cold and silent sword qi was like a yin wind blowing from the entrance of the underworld, Constantine felt as if he was standing in front of the abyss, he gritted his teeth, and with the tenacity of will sharpened in Joey's magic chessboard, he stubbornly supported the terrifying sword intent in front of him.

Subsequently, the two top bounty hunters of the continent launched a contest of pure skill and body technique, and the refractive body method was released like flowing water, and two vague figures quickly roamed in the small space, shuttling, and the crystal sword and the shadow long sword continued to slash each other in the high-speed movement.

Hundreds of sword lights swept by in the blink of an eye, and countless cracks bloomed in the area shrouded by the fierce sword wind.

Both sides are masters of assassination, taking every blow to the extreme, and hiding deadly kills in a series of feints.

On the top of the tower, the guards watching this duel felt their eyeballs hurt, because the speed of the two was so fast that it was difficult for their naked eyes to catch the two figures.

For the first time in his life, however, Constantine felt that he was a beat slower than his opponent.

As a legendary killer, Nightmare's every move is incredibly fast, faster than any killer Constantine has ever seen in his life, neither Mordred nor Karena is as fast as the guy in front of him in terms of sheer speed.

What's even more terrifying is that the connection of each move of Nightmare is too smooth, without any redundancy and fancy elements, it can be called seamless, and many of the combat skills displayed inadvertently even Constantine are amazed.

How many difficult missions have been experienced to allow the other party to exercise such a terrifying body and precipitate such rich combat experience?

In such a high-speed duel, even thinking has become an incomparably extravagant thing, and there is no room for pause on either side, because slowing down means death, and they can only fight with the experience and skill of fusing into the instinct of the body.

The battle between grandmaster-level hunters is so brutal.

Even Roland, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but feel a little suffocated, both visually and mentally.

At this moment, he began to sincerely admire the guy Morning Star.

After hundreds of rounds of attack and defense beyond the limits of the human body, the two figures separated.

Constantine hung down his crystal sword, clutching the wrist of his right hand, his face was slightly pale, a line of blood slid down his palm, and a wound was on his neck, near the location of the main artery.

It seems that he has suffered few injuries and is not very serious, but the way to measure the ability of a bounty hunter has always been not to look at the number of times the prey is injured, but to be able to kill the opponent accurately and concisely, such as the Nightmare's two swords almost all fall on the vital parts.

Anyone other than Constantine, even a warrior who has just entered the Holy Domain, is estimated to be seriously injured and fall to the ground at this moment.

Nightmare was unscathed, but judging by the furrowed eyebrows, he wasn't happy with the outcome of the fight.

In previous encounters, he had at least nine chances to kill the boy, but whenever he was faced with such a situation, Constantine would not hesitate to choose to exchange his life with a decisive move that would hurt both sides, forcing him to defend himself.

"You're good. Nightmare glanced at the junior indifferently, "In terms of skill alone, you already have the level equivalent to the Holy Domain, if you are the same age, I'm afraid that even me and the second-ranked guy together are not your opponents." ”

For the first time in his life, Nightmare gave such a high opinion to a junior, which was a supreme affirmation for any bounty hunter.

"Thank you seniors for the compliment. Constantine said very blandly, "But senior, do you really plan to continue to attack?"

At this time, Roland also finished casting spells and walked over with the flaming sword.

"Even if you kill all the people in the tower, you're likely to pay an incredible price. ”

Constantine looked at the other party quietly, "When the time comes, how sure will you escape from the pursuit of the Empire after you are seriously injured? Will the enemies you offended in your early years let you go? You know, you are no longer a member of the Guild." ”

This is a very sharp question, and for Nightmare, it is undoubtedly worth the loss to pay such a big price because of Drex's favor back then.

Previous encounters have also shown that Constantine and Roland are definitely capable of making him pay a huge price when they join forces.

After a brief weighing, Nightmare finally made a decision, and without saying a word, turned to leave, his back quickly disappearing from everyone's eyes as if he had never appeared.