Novel & Cerita 7 Swordsmen Of The Mist

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

My chest thudding hard from an increased heart rate, sweat slides down my cheek from the forehead. This...he...who..why... My fingers and hands trembling I try to focus. I'm unable to close my eyes. The hooded figure stays fixed with my gaze then a sudden dragging noise distracts me. I dart my gaze against the long axe it was having in its hand. The sharp iron metal scraping the wooden floors of my room. My chin and lips trembling I stare speechless at the axe. " Sharp enough to slit your head into two pieces" the hooded figure indicates to the axe twirling it to show me. The sharp silver blade glints with the reflection of the light on my night lamp.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Rayne and Misty said in unison and no we still don’t see Misty it was like our eyes couldn’t see her but our ears heard her. Lennox still half shifted stepped inside their circle like he was top dog and Rayne smiled. “I don’t know if we should close our eyes or look. I swear I don’t want to have nightmares for the rest of my life.” I said to Mina who had her eyes closed tight. Lennox charged at the girls and that was when shit got active as fuck. Listen Lennox took a swipe at Rayne with his partially clawed hand, she ducked and spun left, and thats when all of a sudden your saw Misty appear like she came out of her sister back as she spun right bringing her flaming sword to cut Lennox chest

My voice sounded scratchy, but I blame all of the crying I had done moments ago. “You don’t know? Child, it’s the legendary Rose of the Mists! Legend says that Nyx bet Hephaestus that he could never forge a sword so light that it would weigh less than her mist did. To prove her wrong, Hephaestus worked long and hard until he eventually created the most perfect sword he had ever forged. Nyx, furious at having lost the bet, threw the sword into the mists and told them to do what they wished with it. The mists have only ever given the sword to a few warriors and it is said that when the last warrior died, the mists reclaimed the sword and it was never seen again.” Zara’s eyes remained on the sh

As long as he dealt with Cloudwalker, he could kill the others however he pleased. Mystic Vale's eyes sharpened as he activated the magical weapon again. This time, the black mist was even thicker, condensing into dozens of pitch-black energy blades that shot at Cloudwalker from all directions like venomous snakes. Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech.

Jason said angrily. "I'm thinking that Excalibur, Gram, Durendal, Gaia, Arondight, Tyrfing and Harpe, the seven famous swords are all in the clinic, and there are only three left of the ten swords. Don't you have any thoughts?" said the monk, lookingd at Jason.

Screams of horror could be heard incessantly. Twenty swordsmen of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, dressed in white swordsman robes, came to the place like Gods of War. Wherever they passed, the chaotic roving bandits, who surrounded Old Liege City, collapsed one after another. At first, they wanted to resist, but soon they found that the enemy's strength was beyond their imagination. After the leader of the bandits was killed, the other roving bandits turned around and fled, and they were all defeated disastrously.

At that moment, Wayne pulled out a horn from his pocket and blew it. A wind swept throughout the fortress and a great cloud of mist blanketed the entire hall. "What the hell?" He heard one mercenary mutter. "I am finding it hard to see properly in this thick cloud of smoke," another complained. "My sword! Something just snatched away my sword," a third mercenary exclaimed. After a few minutes, screams erupted in different locations. "There is something in the mist, I was stabbed by something or someone!" a voice of one of the mercenaries cried out.

Many people are dumbfounded, is this really just a newcomer? However, it's not over yet, after the two men's fists and feet collided, they both felt their bodies shaken, and each of them stretched backward, Xiao Dust stood firm, and with a flick of his sleeve, a dozen golden immortal swords appeared out of thin air, "Swoosh!" Turned into a dozen long golden awns towards the thousand killers Royal Wind Flying chopped over.