7 Swordsmen Of The Mist 소설 & 이야기

Shit! Everything happened so fast. In an instant, the gun in her hand was pointed at me. Xander was frozen where he stood, surrounded by Loraine’s men — all of them armed. One of them grabbed Alexis and held onto him. I stood in shock, unable to believe what just happened. I looked at Loraine, furious. “What does this mean, Loraine?!” I shouted in rage. I couldn’t hold back my anger anymore, so I screamed. Damn it! ******

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

"We'll find our own time." Under cover of darkness, Rei signalled for Minos to attack on three. Rei pulled out one of his daggers and pointed towards the shorter, injured drow. Minos, however, signed that he didn't have a dagger on him, and gestured towards his sword. Rei shook his head, Minos agreed. Drawing a sword from its sheath is too noisy for the stealthy approach they're trying to pull off. Rei grabbed another dagger and tossed it towards Minos. The young noble tried to catch it but his hand hit the edge of a table and the dagger clattered on the floor.

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

She jumped up at once, smashed many things, and said angrily, “Damn it! Who was it?” The captain of the guards kneeling on the floor replied, “Looking at the wounds on the bodies, they must have died after getting slashed on their throats! Such speed, strength, and accuracy… As far as I know, something like this can only be done by the Seven Swordsmen of Fusha.” “The Seven Swordsmen of Fusha? Why would someone from Fusha appear here?” Yana reacted immediately, her expression solemn. The Seven Swordsmen of Fusha were the seven most famous swordsmen of Fusha!

Now we won't release it whole. A drunken frenzy fell from the angry faces, the warriors with a dull cry rushed to the lonely prey. They acted prudently, surrounded by four, at the same time it was impossible for everyone to approach, it would have turned out that they only interfered with each other. A silver blade flickered between the figures blocking the guy, the audience heard the sound of crossed steel. With a muffled growl, the warriors simultaneously brought their two-handed swords down on the victim and strangely froze, staggered, stepped back. Their weapons clanged against the stone-paved yard. People were amazed to see that the hilt of each fallen sword was still gripped by the own

A dozen swordsmen instantly lunged forward with long swords in hand. The exquisitely crafted swords were glimmering with light. For the Islanders, going into battle with their ancestors’ weapons meant utmost honor! Alani stood still when she coldly locked her eyes on Harvey’s position. She was not an actual Islander, but she would not mind dealing the final blow to Harvey just to build her accomplishments. The swordsmen quickly approached Harvey before changing their stances and swinging their swords at him. The attacks were swift, cold, and utterly ruthless!

The group of assassin’s reacted quickly, and turned their gaze towards Zephyr. “Kill him!” “Kill him now!” With that, the assailants armed themselves to charge towards Zephyr. “Zephyr, give me back my son!” cried Mist as he led the charge. His eyes were red with both tears and anger. He waved his sword at Zephyr conjuring his bladed assault. Every one of them was powerful, the mere launch of their offensive crushed the air around them.