Black Haired Swordmaster Novels & Stories

Swish! Young Master Desperate slashed out countless sword lights, each of which was extremely powerful. Even the peak of the Supreme Master Realm did not dare to fight against them easily. This was because this was the sword of Young Master Desperate and the sword of the Sword Master of the White Deer Kingdom. Ordinary people could not match it! However, Caspian was not the same as he used to be. Now, he was confident that he was no less powerful than Young Master Desperate.

This time when he spoke, his tones and facial expressions were much softer. "I do not know all of the magic that was placed on the blade. I know that for me, the glow was green, not blue as it is for you. I know that it does not like to draw the blood of its master – that was one of the attributes I asked for when I commissioned it. I do not know why it did what it did, but I am sure it had something to do with it cutting you."

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

She could see him clearly. He was wearing his usual signature black robe with his famous sword around his waist resting in a fancy scabbard. His long black hands were wet and were stuck to his back, some strands of his long black hair falling on his forehead but she didn't enjoy looking at this extremely handsome face. She was more petrified to find him here...out of all the places she had to meet him here. In the hot spring. "Master? Who is your... Master?" He paused once he looked up at Megara. Finally looking at the little girl's master.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

Her long, black hair swayed in the wind. “Xristodoulos Yiskah from the Cloud Race.” Another handsome man who was in his twenties stood out. He was wearing a long, red robe and was holding a long sword. The sword was pointed at James, emanating invisible Sword Energy. “Fachtna Lebanah from the Thunder Race.” Another one. He had the figure of a human, but his skin was thoroughly black from head to toe. It was a sparkling kind of black. There was even some silver light reflected off his face. His aura was so strong that it gave James the impression that he was not a living being, but a bolt of voracious thunder. Once he transformed into thunder, the entire world could be destroyed.

~Mia~ ‎ ‎I spin to see him, a mountain of muscle and power, his sword glowing faintly blue from the runes etched into its blade. His black hair is tied back, his jaw set in that same infuriatingly calm way that said he was both annoyed and impressed at once. This is the first time I'm noticing him since the fight began, I can't even find Elara anywhere. ‎ ‎“I am focused!” I shout, slicing at another rogue.

“It’s definitely nothing good.” “Oh, it’s definitely good.” He grinned. “You broke your katana a year ago, right?” “That gift’s a sword?” “Not just any sword. It’s a legendary black sword— and you are probably the only person who could retrieve it.” “Me…?” “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.”

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."