Novel & Cerita Blazing Blades

Cracks actually formed on the Immortal Beheading Blade. Damien's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost. That was the Immortal Beheading Blade! Rumble…! The Immortal Beheading Blade exploded with a loud bang. Hundreds of guards suffered from the backlash. They spurted out mouthfuls of blood, and their auras grew weak.

Sparks flew from the clash of our blades, bright and alive, and I felt the familiar thrill of a challenge. Kyan stumbled back, grinning despite himself. “Not bad, fire girl.” I smirked, tightening my grip. “Try harder.” We circled each other, blades ready, and then it happened. Sparks again, but this time, they were different. They swirled, catching the sunlight and bending it into a blue flame. I froze, my heart thundering. Twix’s voice cut across the clearing, calm but urgent. “Step back, both of you.” I dropped my blade and backed away. Kyan mirrored me, eyes wide. The blue flames grew taller, circling us in slow, hypnotic arcs, casting a strange frost along the grass.

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

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. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Threads of energy extended from my hand, linking with concealed blades and weapons amassed earlier. The resounding clash of metal against unyielding surfaces reached my ears. The blades were ready. Springing from my crouched position, I leaped upward, left palm raised as a signal to unleash my counterattack. High above the ground, adversaries surged forth, armed with a deadly fusion of blades and energy spheres. With a resolute cry, I unleashed a torrent of energy, propelling a barrage of blades from the earth and boulders. The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"