Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, he stamped his foot down. The hard ground instantly became like seawater. With a crash, he disappeared into the ground. "Celestial Punishment!" "White Emperor's Prison-breaking Sword! Ten Thousand Everlasting Swords! Black-soul Dark Spirit Sword! Ten Thousand Mountains Sword! Jade Light Sun Seizing Sword! Vast Space-shattering Sword!" At this moment, the six long swords were shining in front of Caspian. They were so sharp that they could destroy time and space and cut off the light of one’s previous life.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the long saber in his hand. At that moment, the long blade in his hand seemed to have been activated by the Martial Emperor's blood. Terrifying broadsword light instantly surged out from the deepest part of the long broadsword. Katou Wudo was stunned. "What's this move?" It was a bit familiar! However, he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Bang! The blade was about to land on his body. Katou Wudo shifted his feet and immediately dodged. He dodged.

“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.”

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

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.