Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

Any weapon was fine with him as long as it could help him in the battle. Yman opened his Cyber Screen and summoned a cursor, then he pointed it to one of the swords. It was followed by a window display that appeared in front of his face. [Silver Sword] The source of this content is novelB(i)n.NET. Rank Common Atack + 20 "The sword that saves one's life is a fine sword no matter it was edgeless." Such a description was written on the sword details. Yman thought that this quote might be hiding deep meaning. He suddenly remembered something. His teacher used to tell him before that, "a wooden weapon that can save one's life is better than a divine weapon that chooses its wielder."

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"But what are these resources you meant?" The leader of the Travis Tribe grinned at them as he leaned back. "We are the Blacksmiths of Karhan. The blades of the Travis are impenetrable, and sturdy. If you allow us to make you a fine blade, then you will become unbeatable." Dana stared at the Travis leader with her finger intertwined under her chin. She closed her eyes and stood, her hands pressed on the table. Dana's hands reached for her sword and they tensed when she pulled out the blade of the Blood Star. A black blade with sharp double edges despite the many battles it faced. It made a whirring noise when she pulled it out of its silver sheath.

He wanted to go after her but he thought it best to let her ease into the discovery. Grey finally had the sword in his hands, he ripped the paper wrap off completely revealing smooth, thin, Blackstone blade with a clean cut single edge sharp enough to tear through air. The opposite side of the blade blunt but jagged sure to pull out flesh with a stab. It was horrid and elegant, a faint glow as It reacted to his touch when he wrapped his hands around the handle. "Nice sword, you cosplay?" Ten asked walking into the sitting area. Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers.

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*