Novel & Cerita Battle Blades

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

Betty moved swiftly, her wrist flicking in a blur as her sword left a trail of afterimages. In a heartbeat, she wove a net of sword energy so vast and fearsome that it obliterated everything within a kilometer. Sword marks appeared on a nearby wooden tower, bearing witness to the might of her attack. The air around her whirled into madness, quickly spinning into a vortex that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. "Face my blade!" roared Betty, her voice slicing through the chaos.

It's also very easy to predict where the blade would land, and once countered, it'll be difficult to make a follow up. Minos motioned for his other companions to spread out, and hoped that they were thinking what he was thinking. All they need is to wait for Nymgos to throw his blade on one of them, then the other two could use that opportunity to land their blows. Minos trusted Rei would be able to catch up with no problem, but he doesn't know Otheric, and he was sure this young drow has never been in a fight before.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Fortunately, he was a cultivator as he would be long dead if he were a warrior. "This guy —" Omar gritted his teeth. This was the first time he had to reveal his Blade of Wind as soon as he fought an opponent. The Three-Tailed Fox seemed to be just waving his claws randomly, but Omar's hands immediately felt numb, and he almost could not hold his swords right.

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.

Alright, what a pain. “One second.” I opened my skill window and started scrolling. “Blade… blade… Oh, here it is.” [WIND BLADE]. Generic skill. I’ve seen this skill in a lot of animes and manga. But the upside is, I know exactly how this works. I clicked on the skill and motioned my hand at the chieftain. He was busy fighting with the human group that he didn’t notice us up here. “Wind blade.” Then I made a slashing motion, while imagining my blade to cut the chieftain’s head.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle and they started lunging towards each other. Mr. Jung ducked when Mr. Min's fist came flying towards him, brutal and unabashed. He was like that when it came to Mr. Min and Mr. Kim but that didn't mean he wasn't good at what he did. Mr. Jung moved swifter than anybody I had seen fight before, you could let yourself think you'd win but he'd be right there, knocking the breath out of you the very next second. There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength.

A sacrifice. Cenam’s second veil came from the other side in an upward swing. The enemy reacted instinctively. Without illumination his movement was as instinctual as everything that had happened so far. And just as precise. His sword came down almost immediately, the speed matching Cenam’s, however, not the power. The clash sent the longsword flying just as the lost veil, and Cenam brought down his veil with a might. Berlak bit back on his pain, jaw clenched in what seemed to be endurance. Cenam’s force came to a halt. His downward swing suspended as the edge of his blade came to rest in the palm of Berlak’s only hand.