Heavy rain poured down from the sky, and lightning flashed in the sky. Blue-purple lightning danced wildly in the sky like tiny snakes, bringing with it a rumbling sound.
"I once crossed mountains, rivers, and seas, and also through a sea of people.”
"I once had everything, but in the blink of an eye, it's all gone.”
"I was once lost, disappointed, and lost all direction.”
"The only answer is to see the ordinary.”
The rain poured down onto the roof, and the song " Ordinary Road " sang loudly in the rain. This was one of the gifts that Han Xuanye had given Han Han. A year ago, Han Xuanye had downloaded it onto his iPhone 5s and sent it over. It was personally recorded by Han Xuanye, and when it was placed on the domestic music charts, coupled with Han Xuanye's voice, its downloads reached an unprecedented peak.
Han Han didn't lose a single present from Han Xuanye. Even though it was just a song, he listened attentively. The more he listened, the more he felt that this song was very suitable for all mixed-bloods. There was no mixed-blood in this world who didn't want to abandon his bloodline and become a normal person. They all wanted to embark on that ordinary path, even though they knew that it was impossible.
"It's a very thought-provoking song." Chu Zihang made a cautious comment.
"Yes, I am!" Han Han put the phone back into his arms. That was the place where he was most likely not to get wet.
He held the King's Sword upright, his fingers slowly sliding across the cold blade. The rain dripped all over the sword. This sword had invisible patterns, and when these patterns combined, they formed terrifying blood grooves. This sword was born to kill, not just to look good. The King's Sword, the Excalibur, was the only weapon in the world that was worthy of a second mixed-blood Overlord.
"Later, you will be in charge of blocking the guards on the next floor. I will bring back the information in its entirety.”He brandished the King's Sword, and the air whistled as the rain was split into two by the blade.
"I once crossed mountains and seas, and also through crowds of people.”
"I once had everything, but in the blink of an eye, it's all gone.”
"I was once lost, disappointed, and lost all direction.”
"The only answer is to see the ordinary.”
The cold sang loudly as he jumped down from the top floor. His golden eyes were as bright as torches, and his long white trench coat fluttered in the wind. The falling wind blew away the hair under his hood, and the gray hair on his forehead waved like a knife.
"I once destroyed everything I had and only wanted to leave forever.”
"I once fell into the boundless darkness and struggled, unable to extricate myself.”
"I used to be like you, like him, like the wild grass and flowers.”
"Despair, longing, crying, laughing, and being ordinary.”
He sang a beautiful song and fell like a rocket.
He was still singing the same song when his voice suddenly stopped.
A loud hymn resounded through the sky, and his eyes, which were like golden torches, were unprecedentedly bright.
Spirit of Words, Dustless Land.
Everything was repelled. All the air escaped, and the surroundings entered a state of weightlessness. Even the gravity was repelled by the cold. The sword light poured down like water, dancing in layers of sword shadows. The high-strength glass in front of him was cut open, and the smooth shards flew everywhere.
Han Leng turned around and kicked the air. The air vibrated. With the help of a slight force, he jumped into the tall building in a weightless state. His feet landed on the ground, and the domain of the dustless land disappeared. The hanging ladder behind him rose. The timing was extremely perfect. A black shadow suddenly fell onto the hanging ladder, and Chu Zihang's eternal golden eyes directly leaked into the air.
The sound of glass shattering came from the floor below. Han Leng smiled.
He waved the Holy Sword with his right hand, and the sound of steel breaking could be heard. His left hand reached out like a viper's tongue.
This was a technique from western swordsmanship: Grip. This technique was when both sides were fighting on horseback, you suddenly stretched out your heavily armored hand and pulled the enemy off the horse. Then, your comrade or enemy's horse behind you trampled the unlucky fellow to death. This was a technique that the knights of King Arthur's era often used. For an Advanced Knight, this technique had to be mastered to perfection.
In fact, the Great Britain of that era was very turbulent. This technique was based on the word 'swap.' Because of the turmoil in the country, there was almost no money to buy a good warhorse. They could only snatch the enemy's horse. For knights, they would pull the opponent down from the horse, then take the opportunity to jump onto the opponent's horse, and then directly charge to continue the battle. The horse under them would immediately use this technique when it was weak or when it encountered a better horse.
This kind of technique was integrated into the swordsmanship of a cold teacher. When I grabbed the enemy's neck, I would directly grab the main artery. If your brain went crazy, you would immediately disarm yourself or break your wrist. Finally, you would throw your enemy over your shoulder and make him fall to the ground. By the time the opponent came back to his senses, your sword would have already been pressed against his chin. At that time, it would be up to you whether you killed him or not.
In Japan's Kendo Gym, there was a challenge when you graduated. You would fight against an enemy of the same level as you at one time. If you defeated an enemy of the same level as you, you would graduate. However, if you defeated several enemies of the same level at one time, you would obtain the highest title of Kendo,'Unleashed All'. In the history of Kendo in Japan, most of the people who had obtained the 'Unauthorized Impartation' had become Sword Masters, and some had even become Sword Saints.
Han Leng was a freak. He fought against a hundred Western Sword Saints at once, and all of them were mixed-bloods. According to the people who watched the graduation competition, it was actually a group of lunatics competing with each other. Han Leng didn't use his voice. He used his own strength to defeat everyone, either dead or injured.
Fortunately, no one died during that graduation, but there were a few who were permanently disabled.
The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard in the darkness. Han Leng did a shoulder throw without any hesitation. His right hand swung the long sword agilely, and the golden blade emitted a beautiful light in the darkness. A thunderclap sounded in the sky, and the bright blade was pressed against the opponent's chin.
"Tell me! Where is it?" Han Leng said softly," I don't want to use violence unless it's necessary.”
His left hand suddenly exerted force and slightly fractured the man's arm. A thunderbolt flashed in the sky. The figure was wearing a white sleeveless hooded windbreaker with black sleeves. A strand of gray hair hung down slightly and swayed from time to time, like a white death god descending to the world.
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