Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

“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.

" 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.

They were too flimsy to hold, and the measurements were off. Could this be Ben’s experimental creations? After twenty long minutes, Zen finally found something he liked enough in his hand. It was a very simple curved sword with the sharpened blade only on one side. The shape looked familiar and greatly resembled a katana. However, it was much shorter and lighter than the bigger version he saw in Claymore. “Can I have this?” Zen turned around and waved the small curved short sword. Impressed that Zen found his original attempt to replicate an Eastern sword he read about once and ended up with the wrong measurements, Ben could not believe this gem found an owner.

She brought her hand to the side and thin gust of the wind cut through the neck of the beast that was stalking behind Barbie. Clive held his broad sword, Clover, with fire licking on its blade. Kieran was holding his spear. Lucian clenched on a broad leaf-shaped sword with black hilt and symbols of his name engraved on the silver blade. One thing they knew. Kirsten Zūng is the Great Witch.

A few seconds later, he hurled his gun back to his subordinates before picking up Excalibur’s sword. The sword looked just like any ordinary sword out there. However, it was extremely heavy and was most probably forged from an unusual material. Cherokee grabbed the sword by its hilt and dragged it toward Shaun, one step at a time. “I shall grant you your wish, Master Shaun. “Which reminds me, I do not usually look up to people but you, Master Shaun, are one of the very few people I respect. Do not blame me, for I am only carrying out my orders.”

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

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.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like