Black Haired Swordmaster Manhwa Novels & Stories

Black Maple Master unsheathed his gleaming metal sword, bracing himself for the impending clash. Alexander and his opponent engaged in a swift exchange. Alexander delivered a trio of slashes, each one bristling with a fierce, almost tangible force. Black Maple Master parried the first two blows, but the third pushed him to his limits, his aura flaring into a crimson hue. He had delved into the dark arts, mastering techniques even more sinister than the Grand Hart Lord. Boom! With another mighty swing, Alexander sent Feyen Cooper stumbling back. The red aura shielded Black Maple Master, leaving him with only a tingling sensation in his arm, no real harm done.

Chapter 14 *** “Master…” The man with pitch-black hair held his injured neck as he slightly bowed down to a man wearing a black mask and a cape. He was truly a mysterious man – hiding his annoyance behind his mask. “This must be good news, Viego.” The cryptic man coldly said.

Of course. "Miss Hwang, please keep your mouth shut and don't spoil our grandson's event," Mike said defending Khan's pride. Miss Hwang smiled. "I don't intend to damage it, and I also don't want to linger on this weightless event. Just don't even one of you, dare to insult my master," said Ms. Hwang as she walked out. All fell silent and wondered, who is the master he was referring to? The guests looked at Jeremy Mose and Esmeralda.

The wings turned into a purple blade in the man's hand, which easily cut off the head of the Immortal Master of the Mustelid race besides. Even the powerful Immortal Masters were shocked. They felt as if their blood was frozen. Everyone looked at this person. He was wearing white colored glaze clothes. Thousands of black threads were around his waist. His eyebrows looked as if they were painted, and his eyes were as bright as stars. There was a blood-colored vertical line between his brows, looking extremely demonic. "Who is he?" Flaming Qilin seemed to feel something. He turned his head. Half of his body shook slightly and froze.

“Hmm… what was it again…? Oh! It was said that the wielder of the black sword is stupid, foolish, hot-headed, short-tempered and retarded. It suits you perfectly, so go ahead and take it, brat.” His eyes are laughing. …And I was pissed. “Over my dead body! You made that all up…!” I yelled. “Sorry… I just can’t help but mess with you, hahaha.” He deliberately lets out a bold laugh. “Ah, right. For the rest of the details, please go to the White Mansion and find Special Student Number 1. She will explain everything.” Kuroyuki Shiroha, in short. “Okay…? Why are you telling me in such a roundabout way…?”

And I do the same. The man in front of me appears as though he has been crafted out of a fairy tale. However, he’s not the hero in the fairy tale, but the devious villain. The villain that has everyone in chokehold with his mere presence. His sword that has black smoke swirling around it is no longer in sight. It's like it disappeared the moment he set foot on the ground. I scrutinize the man with white, flawless skin. His hair is dark as the sky above us; dark, wavy strands are sat on top of his head, giving the right proportions to his sharp and square jaw. Something about his hair feels familiar. And suddenly, an image of hands —my hands— running through his dark hair flashes in my mind.

His green shirt was like jade, and his black hair was like a waterfall. The morning sun in the east sprinkled the fiery red light on him. He looked as if covered with a layer of red armor. His long black hair fluttered in the wind. This extremely handsome man was not any other but Ding Hao, the Saber and Sword Addict.

As he spoke, this guy began to raise his right hand. In an instant, streaks of light beam above the void began to quickly gather. "Everyone, be careful!" Seeing the other party's action, Luo Shui's facial expression changed a few times, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" At this time, Scarlet Black Sword in gut released a wisp of amazing sword Focus. At the same time, Zephyr Khan slightly changed his expression and frowned. Scarlet Black Sword was a very powerful magic treasure, containing a trace of spirituality.

*Whoosh* Swift Indigo wasted no time. Once she heard the words indicating the start of the match, she sprang right into action. Her slim sword was as elegant as its owner, and the slightly blue color of its blade gave it a sort of surreal effect as it wove through the air like a needle. Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand.

the opening and squeaking of the door, though no one as a servant was left by the ruthless guards, this time someone passing through this house entered without much trouble. The shadow of his footsteps was slightly surprised by this vain darkness, but under the curtains appeared the plates of a meaningless foreign armor, he was a peaceful knight, who did not take out his helmet full of feathers, a striped blue cloak hung from his shoulders. white heads that formed a headless white cross, the noble lady was frightened by the height of such a bold gentleman, and in her mind flashed thousands of thoughts, including that this swordsman was the result of a plot to take his child from arms, so she