Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

With a serious look on his face, he quickly took out his black long sword and slashed at the tornado of bladed energy coming at Zephyr Khan. "Extreme Universal Slash!"

With a loud bang, a mountainous force suddenly erupted from the black-robed man's palm, sending Night Canghai flying back alive. Many people were violently shocked, to what extent was the strength of this black-robed man strong! "Go!" Emperor Taixuan and others recovered for a moment, at this time also swarmed up, Gu Feng holding a black wild dragon knife, the state of martial arts saints show all, a knife, a knife, like a landslide, Xiao Ning halberd in his grip, the God of Destruction ten absolute Chopping destroys the heavens and destroys the earth, the Royal Wind qin saint cross the qin in the chest, the road sound wave, transformed into the world's sharpest sword blade, the seven big Bi

He jerks, a pained cry escaping his lips before he stumbles forward off the stairs and falls face first at my feet, right on top of the knife he’d just been holding to my throat. I look up at the stairs. A man dressed in black, his face shielded by a hood, is holding a sword that looks like it’s made of night. The blade is black–the sucking, depthless kind of black I’ve never been able to recreate in my paintings, and the handle is woven with gems of deep blue and purple. The blade is coated with the Magpie’s blood as the man takes another step down into the cellar, then another, then he stops.

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The only allie I could see still standing was my father, surrounded by enemies, fighting " Sebastian move !" " Yes ma'am ! " These bastards dare attack my home and my family. Not a single soul will leave this place alive " I'm going to aid my father, find Nayeli and Carmen " She commanded before taking out both her swords and jumped off the still running horse then went to aid her father into battle The way Celea and the Duke fought together was just terrifying to the enemies, they looked like beasts, almost demons. Their black eyes that had no soul in them, their dark red hair that had the same color as the blood on their white cold faces, the swords that were moving like it was an extensio

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

"Pangu Axe is like a firewood chopper in your hands. How can I not be annoyed?" As soon as the man in black finished speaking, he slammed his palm directly on Samuel. Almost at the same time, Samuel’s Jade Sword had been prepared in advance. As his body was pushed back, the sword also slashed on the arm of the mysterious man in black. The two sides fell to the ground with scars on each other. "You are very strong. One against three people and you can still hurt me!" the Mysterious Man looked at the cut on his left arm gently and couldn't help but applaud with a smile.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

BOOMMM.. A black sword suddenly attacked Long Chen. Dodging the black sword, Long Chen looked down at the ground and saw that the black sword that touched the ground suddenly melted the forest beneath it. Long Chen's gaze became more serious as he saw a man with a headband and black clothes standing in the sky holding a sword sheath. He was clearly the owner of the black sword embedded in the ground. "As expected of a genius from the Central Continent. Being able to dodge my flying sword attack so easily is something that might be difficult for someone your age." The man in black clothing said.