Novel & Cerita Blue Anime Swords

His body was glowing with a blue light and, in his hands, was the longest sword Abigail had ever seen. *** The wind sang in his ears as he continued to plummet in the air, towards the direction of the dragon. He could feel the surge and the electrifying sensation that continued to overwhelm him. With one swift motion, he landed on the back of the creature and drove his blazing blue sword into a heavy scale. Some blue flames shot out of his sword, breaking the scale of the dragon and burning the flesh underneath.

When they saw this sword, many people did not know it, but the spirit energy and strong aura it contained also let them know that it was definitely not an ordinary thing. "This... this is the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?" Even Elder Shen, who had always been very calm, could not help frowning. Ao Yi sneered disdainfully. "Old thing, you're quite knowledgeable." As soon as he said that, tens of thousands of people exclaimed. Ao Yi's weapon turned out to be a Purple Gold Divine Weapon from the Eight Direction World, the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?

ALANNA Azeroth generally looks like a large swamp with overgrown mangroves. This place is very creepy and even the slightest sound is enough to send shivers down my spine. "Are we really in the right plane? This place looks like a swamp to me" Azalea says as she draws out her sword. "We don't know what to expect around here, so we have to be careful" I say as I unsheathe Zeron's sword. It is a bronze colored sword with a jeweled silver handle. I've only seen him with the sword a few times and I'd taken it with me in case I needed to defend myself.

Stratin blurted. “Blue,” she mused. “Most mages with blue reia usually display a calm temperament and an understanding of their situation in battle. Most of the time, swordmages are known to have reia the color of steel because it’s usually all they think about. Perhaps he’s been a swordmage for a long time—” “—Or maybe his reia is blue because its blue!” Moss snapped. “Ever considered that?”

"Swoosh!" With a sound of the wind, Xiaoyue unsheathed the Autumn Water Sword. Covered with white radiance, the Autumn Water Sword cut at Su Lianyue with an overbearing manner like a bright white rainbow crossed the sun in the sky. In the wind, there was the rain of jumping stones. The grass and trees were shaking violently on the ground between them. Moving her fingers, Su Lianyue cast a spell. All of a sudden, the rays of light on the Reed of Frosted Blue-Violet Jade became much more brilliant. "Buzzing!" She managed to withstand the attack of the Autumn Water Sword, a Divine Weapon of the Archean Eon.

At that moment, he had a pleased smile on his face. He held his sword in both hands as he slashed right at Fane. His sword was filled with a bloody aura, and the bloody aura formed the shape of many skulls in the air. The skulls were like angry spirits in hell. They seemed to only be willing to rest after ripping Fane to shred. Fane snorted as his gray sword appeared in his hands. Seventy-five Soul Swords were condensed in a flash. With a clap, the seventy-five Soul Swords condensed into the gray sword in Fane's hand.

At the time, the king had spared him purely out of curiosity. Curiosity rarely lasted long. But Adrian had. And now he stood below in the courtyard, carrying the blade of the crown. Vaelreth leaned forward slightly. The executioner’s armor was dark and simple, unlike the elaborate armor worn by the demon soldiers. It was practical. Scarred by years of battle and use. The sword resting against Adrian’s shoulder was enormous—far too large for most men to wield easily. Yet he carried it as if it belonged there. As if the blade itself had chosen him.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

The first wave of attack came like lightning. Azul, the warrior mercenary that Evals Redart often employed, was incredibly strong. However, his true ability lay in his speed. And so… ~WHOOSH!~ In an instant, he closed the distance between himself and his target, before the latter could even notice. He pulled out a sword from its scabbard, and the blade glowed blue, revealing the Mana that was locked within. Azul’s sword was enchanted—and that pretty much applied to the rest of his armor.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.