Novel & Cerita Black Haired Swordmaster Manhwa

Alfi falls on his knees and he can’t stand up because of the heat in his body. Alfi sees someone his age walks towards him. The guy has black hair that covers his right eyes which has a compass needle pattern around it. He wears a purple kimono and purple cotton trousers. He has a dragon tattoo twinning his both arms, the head lies on his right backhand and another on the left one. He also has a sword on his left waist. His face? Girls do love him. That’s it, I hate describing this guy. He approaches Alfi. He puts a fist onto his mouth and blowing some air into it. He puts his fist down and the air follows the fist’s movement that it turns into a white sword which looks very strong and sharp

Same as how Rion actually didn't need to eat to keep on living, but it just felt nice to taste and eat a meal. "Master Rexa," Rion greeted the old man. "It is indeed nice to see a legendary person like you here." Master Rexa laughed out loud. "What legendary? Are you trying to mock me right now? I'm just an old man with a back problem. What legendary are you talking about? Hah... you just want to sweet-talk me right now, didn't you? Quit it already! I'm just an old man." Master Rexa was a sword master from Frozen Lotus Pavilion. He was a senior sword master, well-known for his skill and vast experience. Even famous masters like those from Liebu Moluntain had high respect for him. He was trul

After a while, from the inner hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a graceful figure in white flew out. Sebastian raised his head and saw that it was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. This woman had an exceptionally beautiful appearance, stunning and ethereal. Her hair was as black as ink, and her face was radiant as the morning glow. Her phoenix-like eyes sparkled, like autumn water, yet carried an imposing aura. The faint morning light shone on her, contrasting her slender figure against the white gown. Her waist was delicate and boneless. Her phoenix eyes were captivating, and her water sleeves fluttered in the wind, truly mesmerizing.

Namjoo whispered, “It’s not a good idea to act like a weak kid in front of the shopkeeper. He tends to scam his customers to get the maximum profit. Although he’s like that, he does have some high-quality items. He is a renowned blacksmith that knows his stuff. He just likes money too much. When he gets back, you should act carefully around him.” Yuna asked, “Is he a scary person? It didn’t seem like he could lift a sword with his scrawny figure.” Namjoo burst out laughing when she heard Yuna, “He’s far from scrawny. You must not be able to tell since he isn’t as big as the warriors of our nation. He is very strong. He may look like a clumsy weakling, but he’s far from it. He tends to be clu

She stopped in front of me and I noticed her black hair flying in the wind, she had a katana in her hand and was completely dirty with dirt and blood. It started- I hear a whisper - We have to prepare. I was mesmerized by his cold, lifeless eyes and flowing hair. The king cannot have his queen- Again the Whisper - Stop him otherwise death will arrive at our doors. The black haired girl raises her sword towards me and I couldn't move. Saskna is not here to stop your creations and sins. Nobody wants pests in their world- The Whisper speaks and the blade pierces me. The rain turned into a storm and birds took flight in despair. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

The young master of the sword sect glared angrily at the evil man. "Eighth sword technique, god-slashing sword!" shouted the young master of the sword sect, and a sword symbol appeared on his forehead and a giant sword appeared from the sky. When he saw the giant sword that appeared in the sky, the evil man's face changed. He immediately threw the young master of the sword sect hard and then held the giant sword using the skeletal hand that had been pressing down on the young master of the sword sect.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

“Ooh this is the one we've been waiting for! You've finally come too, Hai Jian” Xiao Long looked at the group of people approaching. Each person of this group had strength at the Core Formation level. They were led by a handsome young man with a sizable sword on his back. He was Hai Jian, a Core Disciple with a Spirit Initiate realm level of strength. “Boy, you'd better get out of my brother's way! Otherwise, don't blame me for not being compassionate” Hai Jian said coldly.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

, His chest was heaving up and down fast and his fists were so tight that his knuckles into white. SHAURYA was looking like a complete, furious, blazing BEAST who was ready to pound over at Harsh. .. .. Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️