Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

Subsequently, Lucas took out his Immemorial Dragon Sword from System Space. The Immemorial Dragon Sword was a combination of the three Legendary Weapons and was a few times stronger than the Dragon Slaying Saber. The eight elders of the Wenkebach family saw the Immemorial Dragon Sword in Lucas' hand. For reasons unknown, their bodies began to tremble. They did not want to tremble, but they could not stop themselves from doing so—they had no control over themselves.

said Zhan and slowly closed in like a predator that was stalking his prey. He drew his sword, which had the narrow and curvy design of a Huzhidian blade. Even though the blade was small and light, it was still considered one of the strongest and best of all the Nine Kingdoms' weapons—a source of pride for Huzhidis, who saw their swords as a living being. He pointed his sword towards Akana, who could do nothing but glare at him. He could not gather any energy to run, but he staggered himself towards the edge and grimaced as he realized where he was. He was at the top of Hexagon.

It was an object that seemed completely out of place in the room, its presence jarring against the luxurious surroundings. Lying there so still, it emanated an eerie pull, as though it was calling to Leon, drawing him in step by step. When his fingers finally brushed against the hilt, a coldness surged up his arm, sharp and venomous, like poison creeping into his veins. The sword appeared to be crafted from obsidian, its blade dark as night, gleaming faintly with an otherworldly glow. The hilt was intricately carved with tiny, tormented faces—faces twisted in agony and struggle like they were silently screaming in pain.

May God be with you both as He uses you. The image dissipated and shut off. Bryden walked to the cupboard that held my sword, and he pushed the back, and it clicked open, and he reached in and took out a hilt. It was magnificent. He held it and activated, and a mighty glowing red and gold sword appeared. He looked over at me and smiled until he saw my face. “Are you alright?” “He had my gift. He knew. He knew of us and his and Luziann’s death.” I shook my head. “He seemed to know what I couldn’t see.”

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

"It is a sword from a bygone era. It is the property of a kingdom that has fallen, and whomever keeps it will be poisoned—" I had just about caught up to him when I heard what sounded like a spirit suddenly perching on my ear and urging me to raise it with my hands. My Master Brixton was taken aback by what I had accomplished, but from my point of view, the sword that I was holding created light even more so than the bottom line of its knife, which produced a very potent energy. For some reason, I just had a few of memories pop into my head, one of which had a woman passing away while being held by another person. Although her face was obscured, everything else about her appearance suggested

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.

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.

But as though sensing his intentions, the other knight deliberately moved away, fully forcing himself to be herded away from wherever Jin had fully intended to strike him down. Clang after clang, their movements, their silver blades were shooing away any beast that would come curiously close and dare to interfere from this fight. The two circled one another, unwilling to distance themselves. “That sword…” Hans murmured. Jin knew what the man was thinking. He was thinking the same, after all. Both of them were using weapons gifted to the descendants of the Sans family–unbreakable holy weapons, without a doubt.