Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

" 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

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Eliza popped out of concealment with her spear held at the ready, the razor-sharp tip pointed menacingly. He saw Kali’s weapon clearly for the first time. In her right hand was a long, dark metallic sword with some kind of engraving on the blade. In fact, the language etched into the Arabian-type sword matched that of Nicholas Clurife’s perfectly. He remembered that specific sword all too well. Blakeney took the stairs two at a time and sealed off the only other exit. He slipped into a defensive crouch, the sword of Troy and a shield in battle position.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard. On the other side of the river, the north side where the cliffs rose toward the Hold, stood the clansmen. Perhaps fifty of them, looking outnumbered but utterly unconcerned. They stood in loose, fierce knots, axes and great swords resting on their shoulders. Behind them, on the high slopes, more figures moved among the trees. Duncan’s people. And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

He jumped up and slammed his hands against the pummel to drive the sword deeper. Bastion yelped aloud and stumbled backwards. Bloodchild turned to face him. Bastion fell to his knees. Alpha couldn’t stand to see such an honorable Bitten taken down by this coward. “Surely if his armor is enchanted so is that sword.” He rushed Bastion and yanked the sword out and in one fell swoop he thrust the sword deeply into Bloodchild’s chest.

The weapon also had the ability to break defenses and was almost considered a godly weapon, yet Rinchen had crushed it just like that. Rinchen remained expressionless, continuing to make his way towards Wilbur. He seemed to be greatly interested in Wilbur, his eyes flashing with glee and curiosity. It seemed like Rinchen himself was also surprised at how powerful Wilbur was. Wilbur glanced at the crystal sternum fused to Rinchen's chest. He took a deep breath, taking the thin sword out. The sword had the attribute of being indestructible, and Wilbur was willing to bet that Rinchen would not be able to destroy something like that.

He stopped his movements in a position where his sword was pointed horizontally toward the distance. Suddenly, Thirteen Sword Energies burst forth and hit an artificial hill a hundred meters away. The ten-meter-tall artificial hill was immediately reduced to rubble on the ground. “Did you observe carefully?” James shook his head in a daze. “I-I couldn’t see clearly.” “You should slowly try to understand it yourself.” Bennett was about to pass the sword to James when he suddenly remembered something. Then, he said, “I wanted to give you this sword but remembered that you’re the Dragon King that wields the Blade of Justice. It’s a fabled weapon that’s been handed down through the ages. It suit