The sword hilt was pure blue, and the armguard was golden. The long-lost text of Fairyland was carved on the sword body. It was very thin, but it was very sharp. This sword was neither light nor heavy, but when it was swung, it felt a little sluggish.
This sword was once forged by a demon. It had been soaked in dragon blood, so the color of the sword was very strange. It was like iron and jade, but the color was very beautiful. This demon sword could also be forged for dragons. The sword was infused with a living spirit, but this living spirit was very weak. A powerful living spirit would instinctively reject it when it met an unsuitable user. The qualification criteria depended on the bloodline of the user.
A faint light flashed in his eyes, and his bright golden pupils instantly opened. The last trace of sluggishness disappeared.
The sword was about three feet long and four inches wide. It was a typical western-style longsword.
The Excalibur, the legendary peerless blade of King Arthur. Han Han gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and swung it fiercely. The sword light surged like a tidal wave, and layers of sword shadows spread like a peacock's tail.
The coldness danced faster and faster, and in the end, there was only a trace of white light flashing past.
"So fast. This sword can increase my sword swinging speed.”Han Leng was shocked. Why didn't such a terrifying sword throw itself into the battlefield?
"In history, King Arthur was the God of War who never lost a hundred battles. To be able to wield a sword, one must not only have excellent swordsmanship but also have a noble bloodline.”Anger said. He watched Han Leng brandish the sword through the computer screen, and his tone was filled with shock.
"I really like this sword!" He picked up the scabbard at the side and said.
"This is the only weapon in the world that doesn't lose to God's Sob. It is the pinnacle of ancient craftsmanship and was forged by a blood relative of the dragon race. After his death, it fell into the hands of King Arthur, who made up a story that it was a gift from the lake goblin. But we can't find its scabbard, so we can only use this to make up the numbers.”
"It's alright. What I need is the strongest blade. Headmaster, can I still use my black card and account?”
"Of course. The board of directors is responsible for your expenses. They think that you are the most likely person to kill Han Xuanye.”
"Then I'm really grateful to the board members.”
He cut off the call and dialed a number that Han Xuanye often called.
"Hey! The person in charge of Mint? Help me book a direct flight to China at seven o'clock tomorrow. Three first-class seats.”
Club Mint was in charge of all the big shots. They were high-quality and fast. It was not difficult to place an order here. After he entered the airport a few hours later, the person in charge of the VIP passage would invite him to board the plane with a smile. Although he hadn't left Kassel Academy for two years, this didn't mean that he was out of touch with society.
His phone prompted him that he had received a new email. It was a coordinate that Norma had sent him. Norma had already received the call just now and had even arranged for his favorite car to be parked in the airport parking lot.
The coordinates indicated its existence. The considerate Norma even helped Han Leng get a driver's license and erased his dark driving history.
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The coffee in the first-class cabin was all hand-ground, but he didn't like the cold. The people sitting here were all socialites and wealthy businessmen. They were all showing off their elegance, and even Caesar and Chu Zihang were no exception.
Han Han sat by the window with a cup of milk tea in his hand. He had also changed his outfit.
He was wearing a white shirt, brown tight-fitting trousers, white leather shoes, and a white sleeveless hooded windbreaker. Even on the plane, he was still wearing a hood. He was already used to this hood, and it might be even more uncomfortable if he did not wear it.
Han Leng took out two postcards from his pocket.
"This is the contact information of the thirteen members of the last Lionheart Cultist. Tell them that I, Han Han, asked them to train you. I've already made an appointment to meet them today. I'm going to meet some old friends. I'll give you a piece of advice, don't be arrogant.”Han said.
There were two names on the postcard: Nangong Caihua and Ye Lanshan.
"During the dark ages of the academy, these two women were very terrifying. However, they are still very terrifying now.”Han said," Their spirits are precisely Junyan and Mausoleum. They are much more developed than you.”
"Senior. "There are many rumors circulating in the Lionheart Gang." Chu Zihang put on a gossipy expression, but his stoic face would not change."It's rumored that Senior Nangong Caihua and Senior Ye Lanshan are your lovers."”
"You used the wrong word." Caesar said," The rumor is clearly about sex slaves.”
"Both of you have used the wrong words.”Han Leng shook his head." It's more appropriate to say that he's a servant. I've been in the academy for so many years, and they were my servants until the day they graduated. But then again, it had been a long time since he had seen them in maid attire.”
The two of them looked at each other in silence. They didn't understand why they suddenly felt that this person seemed to be morphing into Fingal or Lu Mingfei.
They lowered their voices. Of course, they couldn't say such things in front of everyone.
The three of them switched their phones to airplane mode, put on eye masks and noise-canceling headphones, and began their long flight.
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