All Bleach Swords Novels & Stories

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The blade cut through the air before Noah even moved, it clashed with Dustin’s spear. Bernard feeling himself again and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, sent another wave of thunder in Dustin’s direction. One after the other, they missed Dustin by mere inches before they shattered on the ground, each sending a shock wave to hinder his movements. Noah tightened his grip on the sword, he let his own power flow with it. The power of Priscilla’s sword intertwined with Noah’s. It glowed brightly in red and gold.

Simultaneously, the Oculus Blade pulsed with the imprints of the path, and they absorbed the surrounding energy with a certain zeal, transforming them into a colossal sword beam thousands of miles long. The sword beam cleaved thunderously through the sky and earth, bringing forth a mass of destruction. The black claw that had filled the sky shattered into fragments of aura that scattered across the sky. The rainbow-hued sword beam continued its trajectory, sending ripples of dread through the hearts of countless practitioners in the Bleurealm.

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

Thankfully, the door opened before he had a chance to do something even more obnoxious like kiss her for no reason in full view of the growing crowd milling about on the street. She turned to see a blacksmith apprentice shuffle out with a pair of the most beautiful swords she’d ever seen. Anzi had never gawked over weapons before. She preferred bare hands to blades, plain grappling to fancy maneuvers. But as the apprentice launched into an obviously practiced spiel concerning the many glorious qualities of the slender, elegant twin swords, she was already reaching for them, hands itching to wrap around the twin hilts trimmed in beautiful gold. The yellow sheen reminded her of glowing sunligh

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Alien blades flashed before my eyes with a cold gleam, merged into incredibly fast strokes of descending death, and almost instantly reached their goal. Yarsi managed to exhale as he took the blows. The swords of the opponents were like crystal, translucent, glowing from within with a dull blue light. They seemed fragile, but none of them broke, but Yarsi's sword was cut in three places at the same time and crumbled to the ground with a slight clang.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw