Blue Flame Swordsman Novels & Stories

Therefore, he needed to settle everything before it ruined him. He revealed his palm toward the sky. Flame Spirit. The flame appeared and coated his arm and created a sturdy sword that blossomed. He rode the wind, dashing toward the enemy. Due to his lack of stamina after exhausting himself with the crew and Shadow’s terrorist act, his movement was a bit restricted. As it rode the wind, the sword exploded with powerful energy. “Tsk,” First clicked her tongue. Lightning strike! Lightning came from almost instantly and shot down to the ground, pointing at Dennis.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

Hirayaksa insulted and cursed Arya Santanu repeatedly. "I told you, didn't I? I will kill you and burn you alive. And now, I will fulfill that promise." Arya Santanu took out the blue flame sword in his left hand. The sword was extended and plunged straight into Hirayaksa's chest. It was so fast that Hirayaksa didn't even notice it coming. "BITCH! Damn it!" Hirayaksa could not budge from the blue flame sword. "I will kill you with my fire. I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" Arya Santanu smiled.

Sophia had not even seen clearly what had just happened. Mister Leonidas and the others had already had their hands severed! She stiffly turned her head, her trembling eyes looking at Bluebird, who stood to the side. She had slaughtered pigs for more than ten years, but she had never seen anyone's swordsmanship so sharp, so ruthless as this! Where did this woman, with such flawless and exquisite swordsmanship, come from? At that moment, Liam's voice rang out slowly. "Bluebird, it's enough." He glanced at Bluebird indifferently.

Assistant Bear scratched his chin, clearly amused. “He looks fine... except for his injuries.” Rara’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her gaze dropped to the sword resting on the table. The Blue-Flamed Sword. No longer engulfed in magic, it appeared ordinary. Unremarkable. Her fingers traced the cool metal. Ironic. This was her sword once. And yet— It was also the sword that killed her. That could only mean someone from her own bloodline had betrayed her. Someone who had been willing to die with her—just to ensure she didn’t survive.

With a flick of my wrist, tendrils of bright white flames erupted from my form, wrapping around the demons and engulfing them in ethereal fire. A few made their through and Gabe was quick to dispose of them with his sword, slicing one clean in half before moving to the next one and chopping his head off. Startled gasps filled the air as the nuns watched in awe at the display of power before them. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw the blade Gabe held glow a deep blue as it sliced into the skin of the demons trying to attack us. “That sword…” Sister Agnes trailed off, eyeing Gabe and I with a mixture of fear and reverence in her gaze.

"That's a conspiracy." Alexander looked at her. "When did you become so terrifying?" She smiled faintly. "Somewhere between the fire and Celeste's tea." "I still can't believe she handed you the family sword," he murmured. "She's never trusted anyone. Not even my father." "She didn't just trust me," Evelyn said. "She backed me and that changes everything." Alexander's gaze softened. "When this ends… when it's safe… we'll tell the world about us."

Nicole's face went white as a sheet, tears streaming down uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. However, not a single soul showed any sympathy. Rage boiled over in me when I saw my daughter's tears. I wrenched myself free from the grip of several towering bodyguards, snatched up a crystal cup from the table, and flung it at Simon. The cup caught Simon off-guard, its jagged edge slicing a gash across his forehead. "Bullying a child, how low can you go?!" Breathless, with a fiery gaze, I stood there, staring down Simon.

And ready to intervene if those silver flames went out of control. The next morning was quiet, almost unnaturally so. Mist clung to the edges of the training grounds, curling around the trees like drifting smoke, and the valley below hummed faintly with the stirrings of the other packs preparing for the day. Eira moved across the grounds with practiced precision, stretching and running through warm-ups as though she were invisible to the world—but I could feel her, every flicker of energy beneath her skin. Veyla pulsed faintly, silver flames just visible to someone like me who had trained to sense the subtle movements of power in our family.

In addition to the three pieces of equipment, Sebastian also found a skill book, the very one that almost killed him - Blazing Flame Slash. Spiritual-grade skill - Blazing Flame Slash: Swing a giant blade forward, dealing 1000 basic damage to enemies within a 30-meter range. Inflicts 'Armor Break' effect lasting 5 seconds. Mana cost: 500 points, Cooldown: 60 minutes. Requirements: greatsword skill aptitude above 40, Foundation Establishment stage for sword cultivation. Unfortunately, this profound skill is specifically for greatsword cultivation, something Sebastian cannot learn. However, he decided to keep it; perhaps he could sell it for a good price later.