Backwater Swordsman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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"

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

A figure began to walk slowly toward Zephyr Khan. With a cold face, he carried a long sword on his back. Wisps of sword Focus enveloped him, sharp and domineering. This guy was the sword master whom Zephyr Khan had paid close attention to before! At this time, he went straight to where Zephyr Khan was. He didn't care at all. Therefore, in an instant, it attracted attention of other warriors around. "Isn't this Jian Yu?" "Haha, I'm starting to miss you!"

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

Unsurprisingly, this was the Klondike portion within the sloppy swordsman taking effect. As if to specifically verify Chase's conclusion, four tentacles extended from the sloppy swordsman's back, each gripping a long sword at its tip. The swords were black and white. The black swords radiated sinister energy that could easily be overlooked while the white swords brimmed with an evil aura, creating an eerie sensation.

The dead man's sword flew sharply upwards, Vic quickly slashed at the opened torso, dividing the half-rotted body into two halves. Are you out of your mind, tired of living? he hissed through his teeth, he hardly saw Kim, the figure of a teenager blurred before his eyes. - Hold it, - the hilt of the sword was buried in the free hand of the Wistolet. He snorted. - Yeah, how, but nothing that I'm injured? “Take it,” the teenager said forcefully. - It's silver. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no opponents nearby, Vic dropped to one knee and sighed heavily.

Could it be that I've met the person who gave birth to a new swordwill before? Myles recalled that he had a young genius swordsman named Radyn under his command. He thought Radyn a promising candidate who had a chance of giving birth to a new swordwill, but he quickly shook his head. The aura coming from the Sword Tomb was completely different from Radyn's. Based on this alone, he concurred that the person who gave birth to Sword Will was definitely not Radyn!

I was taken a back by the impact and was slightly push back. “Damn!” I cursed as I saw the bulky man retracted his greatsword and was about to swing it. Both me and Zen jump away on opposite positions before the man could land a hit on the plce we were standing previously. The man look at us side ways. He then humm and click his tongue. "Ikaw." Sabi nito sabay turo saakin. "You don't smell like warrior, you don't smell like anything." My eyes trembled.

He picked up the sword. "Infernal Demon Sword." He noticed that the words were engraved on it. It must be a precious sword passed down for generations to the Gardners, like the Ghost Sword. It was good enough to be a sacrifice. Wilbur chuckled and placed it in the demiplane. He looked at the dead body and said, "Yumi Gardner is enough. You're not relevant at all." He wanted to leave after saying that, but he stopped. He walked towards the broken statue of Asenthia instead.