Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

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.

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”

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

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. “One of them is an inscribed steel sword. It was chopped by the Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. It comes with purifying and effects. It is the enemy of Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It can even also use it for three years. Of course, its sharpness is enough to kill." The woman's voice varied in volume, an obvious attempt to hide her gender. Ah its very effective against necromancers.

With just a wave of his hand, he could turn his hand into a sword at will. "It's time to try the master's art. Eight flying swords!" Long Chen said, summoning eight swords equivalent to sacred artifacts. "Sacred swords? But… Life-swallowing sword!" BOOMMM.. "Ugh!" Long Chen was once again violently thrown by the right general. But as he was thrown, the right general did not notice the small smile on Long Chen's face.

The four beast souls that had separated from him reunited to form armor, and a blue sword appeared in Xiao Chen's hand, but its color slowly changed to white. "This sword can cut even the soul of a god, so you must be careful not to die by my sword and become the first god to die by it. But that wouldn't be a good honor for you, would it?" Xiao Chen's words provoked the evil spirit's anger, but he was clearly aware of how terrifying the sword in Xiao Chen's hand was. If it wasn't careful, it could be killed by that sword. Even before it was ready, Xiao Chen had already attacked with his sword. SSSSHHHH...