Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.” After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man. Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul. “It's getting late. It’s time to send you back.” As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “I don’t know your name yet.” “I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo S

He jumped back and with hostility and asked, "Who exactly are you!?" "......" Silence was my answer and blasted myself forward in a horizontal slash with the blunt end of my sword. Blaze of smoke was produced following my trail as I finished him off with a variation of my Father's . This veiled swordsman strength is just that much to applaud. I'll give him that. He fell on the ground unconsciously, while the three robed individuals who were with him skedaddle out of fear, dragging the swordsman with them.

To avoid such a blade with such grace and skill was difficult to pull of, but he did it. Seeing that his blade had been avoided, the black man did not panic, neither did he look surprised by it. Without any hesitation he followed the trajectory of his blade and performed a full rotation. His eyes sparkled as he brought down his sword with a heavy grunt, sending it downwards in a blow that could easily split a human’s head into two! *Whoosh*

he spat. "Where is Luke?" I brought the blade close to his neck. Even though I was not applying much force to it his neck began bleeding because of how sharp it was. My Katana was crafted by a legendary blacksmith on a Japanese mountain and it was made with the finest metals and materials. It was so sharp that it could decapitate someone easily with just a swing of an arm. "I don't have any dealing with that bastard." He said through closed teeth. I scanned him and he was telling the truth. And with the way things looked, Luke for sure was not here.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

He carried it with him all this time, but he kept it in the car that he picked up before he came chasing after this old man. The old man in black expressed his fear. He realized that something was off and was planning to run. However, how could Kayson possibly let him off? He used Ground-Scrincan and appeared before the old man in black instantly! Then, the grandmaster-level sword aura that was fully formed the previous night burst forth. A stream of sword energy shot past and cut off the old man in black’s right arm and leg entirely. One third of the old man’s body was cut off, and he collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

CLANGGG. Long Chen acted quickly, and the black figure, who had avoided his attack, immediately changed his posture. With the sword he had just released, he attacked Long Chen directly. Long Chen blocked his enemy's sword. But the dagger in the figure's left hand attacked him instead, distracting Long Chen with two unpredictable attacks. "Who are you?" Long Chen asked, inquiring about the figure in front of him. Swishhh... "Sword and dagger technique, The slash and stab of death!" Long Chen could feel the dark aura filled with the aura of death.

The weight of his sword felt like an extension of his arm, a part of him as vital as his own heartbeat. As the battle horns blared, signaling the start of the assault, Lucian surged forward. The clash of steel and the roar of warriors filled the air. Lucian’s movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he cut through the enemy ranks. His blade found its mark with lethal precision, each strike deliberate and deadly. He did not blink as he took life after life; the faces of the fallen blurred together in a haze of crimson.