Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

Allen Peterson could clearly see the trajectory of the long sword in mid air, but his body couldn't react. The knife with a scar is not sophisticated, just an ordinary wielding knife. The only difference from a butcher is its speed, surpassing the limits of the human body. Before you react, I'll kill you directly. The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, which is the truth. At this moment, a path of black light appeared from somewhere, one black and one white, colliding in front of Allen Peterson. Young man, the knife is fast enough, but in your hand, it's just a dead object and useless

Whoosh! Eight men wearing the same black outfit attacked from all directions simultaneously with longswords in their hands. The blades of their swords were unbelievably sharp. All of them cleaved downward, right toward Harvey's head, and all of them were attacking using techniques that demanded them to trade their lives with their targets. It was obvious that they were not holding anything back against Harvey!

I I leaned back just in time as the blade whirred past me, barely grazing the tips of my hair. I straightened my back as he attacked me aggressively, swinging the blade left and right, as he kept moving forward. The hilt was red in color while the pommel was round and black in color. On the blade, near the base, I saw an insignia- a skull. “The shadow assassins” I thought as I looked at the sword and the black masked man. He seemed to let out a growl as he lunged at me again. I ducked again and yelled,

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are 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 favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

He flipped his right hand over, and his thunder cleaver appeared once more just as the man in the black robes began to run towards him. "You bastard, I'm going to cut you in half!" The man leaped into the air, brandishing his samurai sword that was now a jet-black color, leaving a trail of black sword aura as he brought it down onto Wilbur. Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver in his hands. A loud clang rang through the air as the cleaver blocked the man's attack before spinning around wildly and sending the man flying backward. "Now it's your turn to die!" Wilbur raised the cleaver in a vicious attack, and a sword aura made of white light struck the man in the black robes with a loud thump. Th

A boisterous cry rang out as a group of dark formally dressed fighters walked towards the square. Sword sparkles pointed at his throat, lower middle and chest, the brutish man stopped without moving an inch. The frightening part was that two of the blade sparkles that were pointed at him were significantly longer than his own. The proprietors of those blades were most certainly Three Star Silver Swordsmen. The couple of different men who accompanied the brutish man speedily endeavored to conceal their weapons.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

Gasps enveloped the room, crazy thoughts roaming through their head as I raised my sword up. “Sir, we have the utensils to cut out the flesh; you don’t have to kill him.” One of the doctors pleaded. “It’s useless.” I took the swing, slashing right through his open cut. Blood splattered on my sword, and with the next swing, my katana was clean. I shoved my katana back in its case to observe Craig. “Do you feel the heat anymore?” I questioned. He heaved a bit before bursting into laughter. “The heat is gone; I can only feel something cool relaxing my muscles.” He responded.

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.

Matt laughed savagely. Sebastian looked pitifully at him and laughed coldly as he said, "You're just asking to die." As he spoke, the vital energy in his body flowed, and he moved at the same time as the black-clad men with longswords. Sebastian left only his shadow behind, but the black-clad men were also as fast as lightning. They were experts! Sebastian nodded to himself. It seemed that the Swiftblade Sect had improved their skills. As he moved, the silver needles in his hand flew toward one of the black-clad men. The silver needles were as slender as a hair and were very hard to see at night, even in the light of the cars' high beams.