Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

There were several diamond beads fixed into his braids and they dazzled with his every move. His eyes were purple, and he looked dashing with a chiseled face, long nose and peach colored lips. He held a enormous black sword with a zig-zag edge. Various precious stones were embedded in the blade. The name of the blade was written in a foreign language. "What's the name of that sword?" Lisa asked with interest. Collen took the list of Lisa's question. "That would be answered in the next lesson." he declared and put down the paper. "Gosh!" Lisa groaned in frustration.

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.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

"I didn't expect there were so many toys in this tiny room." Alice held up a small sword, only about 20 cm in length. The sheath of the sword was the same color as the hilt, both made of bright white silver metal. Alice expertly drew the thin rectangular blade from its scabbard, carefully examining its sharp edge. There was also a straight line running from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The structure was quite simple, but the weight was quite heavy and painful in the hand. Seeing Alice admiring the small sword, the shopkeeper quickly said:

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

“Oh, yes. That sling belonged to the greatest king Jerusalem ever had. The king was only a young man—about your age, actually—when he used that sling against an enemy much greater than he. Nevertheless, he emerged victorious. But never mind that now—this is what I wanted to show you.” He pointed to a case that held a bronze-colored sword that was shaped in the traditional Greek style, as if the tip of a broad leaf had been pulled and stretched. Its blade was maybe three feet long, the hilt was wrapped in aged leather, with only a small hand guard. Beneath the sword lay a simply stylized shield made of the same polished metal. The simple but yet loving craftsmanship of the sword and shield me

Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned and made his way back to shore. This was certainly not the future he envisioned for himself, but it was not like his past had given him any sense of certainty. Twenty years ago he found himself engulfed in an incident that changed his life forever, as well as the lives of one of his best friends and eventually the only love of his life. During this event he came in possession of the sword-like weapon he was carrying. It was definitely no iron-forged blade, rather it was very large and broad, not made of any kind of common forgery metal. Instead of being straight, the blade consisted of several smaller blade-like beams that intertwined upward from the l

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

“I lost count after the second dormitory, but between three people, we killed well over 50. It does seem like a very good blade, indeed, made of silver? It feels like silver, but there is something else. Frank loves the handle, by the way.” “Traitor,” said Frank, refilling her drink. “Simplistically put, it’s copper core quenched in salt water, dipped in molten crystallized salt, and silver layers added,” said Hendrick. “Basically, the type of blade I don’t want to see in the hands of anyone wanting her dead,” said Frank. “Interestingly, the night we escaped jail, we used a sword to complete our mission at the South Africa compound. For the little side mission I had this morning, I used a sw

" Fatty Wang made a painful expression and turned into the inner room. He quickly took out long stuff wrapped in yellow cloth. He carefully placed his thing on the counter and opened the yellow cloth to reveal a bronze peach sword. The length of the peach sword was about one meter. It had a dull color and simple patterns. It looked absolutely ancient stuff. The handle of the wooden sword was engraved with the words "Tian Shi". Qin Haodong took the peach sword and looked at it. He admired in his bottom mind that these people did a very good job in making fake old items. He could not feel any Spiritual Qi on the peach sword, or he would really think it was an old unearthed item.