Roland moved his sword intently, and each swing of the flaming sword would cause a circle of golden ripples to bloom around it, and at the same time, a cluster of flames of the same color would ignite on the ground.

In the firelight, Roland's figure was as tall and brilliant as an angel in battle.

However, after a while, a silver light as cold as frost would fall from the sky, extinguishing all the holy flames on the top of the mountain, spreading the cold sword wind in front of Roland.

[Moon Trace] is like a silver lonely boat moving forward in the flames, rising and falling in the tide of holy flames.

Caulfield, who wields the sword, is the boatman on this lonely boat, who swims between the waves with great skill, and is able to do it without touching the flames around him, and he is extremely chic.

This is a very classic duel between the powerhouses of the Sanctuary, where the two sides battle each other with their own martial arts and magical powers, and integrate their understanding of the battle into it.

Roland's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his sword swing became faster and faster, and he became more and more composed, and the restraint at the beginning completely disappeared without a trace.

In the face of a prestigious peerless powerhouse, it is naturally impossible to say that you are not nervous at all.

But Roland now felt no tension or depression at all, and in the face of a strong enemy like Caulfield, he gave it his all from the beginning, and continued to strengthen his understanding of the power of the Sanctuary during the battle.

As the battle progressed, his movements became more fluid and skillful, and the various exquisite swordsmanship he had learned in his life was no longer as stiff and rigid as in the past, but little by little transformed into instinctive and flexible responses in actual combat.

To learn to fight, the best teacher is the fight itself.

After this battle, over time, his strength will definitely improve qualitatively.

Of course, the time only if he had to walk back alive from Caulfield.

The milky white divine light constantly flickered on the paladin's body, and in the interval between battles, Roland continued to bless himself with blessings and healing spells, so as to smooth out the gap between himself and the dragon veiner in terms of innate strength and speed as much as possible.

Caulfield's face sank like water.

After blessing the high-level blessing, Roland has fully possessed the ability to block his blow head-on.

Although at the beginning, Roland was still at a disadvantage due to his obvious lack of experience in fighting the Sanctuary, but as time went on, the situation has become completely different, and the two sides have come to the same level.

If it drags on any longer, Caulfield's advantage will be further reduced, or even wiped out.

What the dragon knight had to admit was that this young man named Roland, regardless of his learning ability and combat talent, was indeed extremely terrifying, and even surpassed those geniuses of his generation in Caulfield.

He is worthy of being a disciple cultivated by Morgan.

Another fact that Caulfield doesn't want to admit is that he's getting weaker.

The day-to-day political struggles and tedious affairs made the marquis's warrior's heart grow old and depressed, and his speed, reactions, and consciousness were more than a beat slower than in his heyday.

Although decades of experience still allow him to easily see the subtle flaws in Roland's sword moves, his body and state of mind are no longer what they used to be, and they can't provide him with enough execution to fight back.

He is really old, and he has lost the invincible sharpness and bloodiness that he had when he fought the world.

The dragon veiner, after all, is not a real dragon, even a real dragon, there is a day when it will age, the claws will be dull, and the wings will also age.

In fact, if Caulfield gave up his blind pursuit of stability and desperately seized the flaws to attack, Roland would not have any good way, and defeat was almost inevitable.

But Caulfield couldn't do that, he had too many interests and responsibilities on his shoulders, and as the backbone of the entire Vismal family, he could not allow himself to risk serious injury.

An old dragon, if he doesn't know how to hide his weakness, will usher in the merciless bite of countless jackals, lions and tigers behind him.

The flame and the moonlight complemented each other, turning into a pillar of light, rising into the sky under the bright moonlight.

Caulfield's [Moon Scar] pierced through Roland's flaming sword, but was bounced off by the [Holy Guardian] that shrouded the paladin, and both sides retreated.

In this round, it is still a tie.

"Senior, you don't have to keep it, let's do your best. Roland Road.

"Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to use the silver dragon bloodline to deal with you as a junior, and pass it on?" Caulfield said lightly. "Your magic is not enough, if you continue to consume it, I will be the one who wins in the end. ”

"That's true. Roland nodded, "But, don't forget your purpose, do you have time to spend it with me? Don't you want to know what is happening at the foot of the mountain?"

A cold glint flashed in the dragon knight's eyes, "Don't try to influence my will, that kid has no reason to survive, he is dead." ”

"I don't know what Constantine had behind him, but I do know that he never did anything he wasn't sure of. ”

Roland shook his head, "He is the kind of person who can never be stupid enough to push himself into a corner, on the contrary, turning people who think they are hunters into his prey is what he is best at doing." ”

Caulfield didn't answer, but a little unease welled up in his heart.

Could it be that Constantine really had any hole cards that he didn't know?

Now, the choice in front of the dragon knight is clear: do you stick to the pride and dignity of the peerless powerhouse and carry out the duel to the end, or choose to directly use the power of the silver dragon bloodline to defeat Roland and return to the mountain as soon as possible?

In just a few seconds, the Marquis made his decision.

A deep voice emanated from Caulfield's lips, a majestic voice that exuded vigor and mystery in its majesty, a language that did not belong to human beings.

Dragon language.

Caulfield uses the language of the dragon to summon the power of the silver dragon that has flowed in his veins for thousands of years.

Thousands of years ago, the Nibelungen, who traveled to the Savage Continent, conquered the sacred dragon Galatres with incredible courage and ability, and received eight dragon eggs from Galatius.

The dragon eggs hatched eight Elder Dragons, and the eight First Knights who signed a bloodline contract with them passed down the bloodline of the Elder Dragons.

At the top of the main peak, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and in an instant, the sea of clouds rolled, and the sand and rocks flew.

In the wind, the high-pitched dragon chant floated down, and the majestic dragon chant echoed over the central mountain range, as if narrating an ancient epic.

The moonlight is brighter and brighter, and above the sea of clouds, the full moon is like a mirror, and a lifelike image of a silver dragon faintly emerges in the mirror.

The silver moonlight weaves the entire skeleton of the dragon, the stars are its eyes, and the silver light circulating on its scales is even more beautiful than the real moon.

The name of this silver dragon is Vismal, and in the Elder Dragons, it means "quiet moonlight".

Karena under the mountain was shocked: "This is a bloodline projection, a vision that only appears in a strong person whose bloodline power has awakened to a certain level. ”

"Caulfield is going to give it his all. Mordred gave a worried look

Rudis, who was outside the cliff, had a very complicated complexion, sighed softly, and sighed with emotion: "This silver dragon has not been seen for many years. ”