Novel & Cerita Blue Sword Anime

Yrian shouted hurriedly, “Yukha! It’s not a battle to death! Why are you using the Honlarne Sword?! That’s a Supreme Spirit Tool! Yukha glared at James and said, “He has an Ultimate Golden Body. If I don’t use this sword, I won’t be able to break his defenses. I won't hold back since I’m supposed to fight with my full strength. The Chosen One must go through some hardships as well. Perhaps he might need to reincarnate again to be more useful to the Ying World.” “You…” Before Yrian could finish speaking, Yukha glided her fingers along the sword’s blade. Immediately afterward, a terrifying Blue Sword Light darted at James.

However, Crimson Blade already noticed the presence of him hiding under the bed and coldly said, “If this is what you request I will. But don’t struggle, you can’t run away. And as a sign of respect, I will offer you-- a painless death.” Crimson Blade unsheathe her katana. At the same moment, Juliet shouted, “Smile, please never forget to smile!” she then bittersweetly smiled accepting her death, while facing Crimson Blade. For a split of seconds, Crimson Blade remembered her mom with her and the promise she can never fulfill. She knows what Juliet said was not intended to her, but to their son. Seeing her not with herself, Aoi Akuma yelled “Do it Crimson Blade!” this brings her back to hers

“After Aldiyar released his spirits, he tried to run away from Zelda while fighting off the poison in his blood. Like you, Zelda has the curse of touch. Something she passed on to you.“ I waited for Guinvere to continue, but she remained silent before raising her hand and opening her palm. Purple mist covered it before I saw my body usurping it. My body jolted, and when I opened my eyes, I was transported to a dark forest. I could hear twigs and branches snapping from somewhere, letting me know someone was approaching, but my eyes were stuck on the tall boy crouching and hiding behind the bushes. Blade. The young Blade. He was in a dangerous situation, but I couldn’t sense fear in his aura.

He turned to Johan who was busy with a dish full of roasted meat and took one of his hands. “Wha-“ Prince Xander placed the Johan’s hand on the sword hilt which immediately turned the blade to a light shade of blue. “Hey, I’m eating here!” Johan pulled back his hand and continued eating. “Hmm... Interesting,” said Matt as he rubbed his chin. “It seems that Johan’s flame burns hotter than your own. No wonder he’s an Ignacius!” “I wonder if my father can produce a blue blade as well?” Xander mumbled.

[ BLUE DRAGON STYLE ] [ FIRST FORM ] “Draconic Rush …” Arth extended his sword as it began to glow in blue light. The knight was also preparing a sword skill, his sword lighting up. Then they both charged towards each other, striking their gleaming blades. A powerful force from the impact blasted around them, causing the glass windows to break and shatter. ‘Let’s get this done, Blackwinter. I trust in you,’ Arth thought, his blood flow raging wildly through his veins as he parried against his opponent.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Waist-high and glowing faintly, she looked like something out of a myth. The forest’s darkness bent around her, like even it didn’t want to mess with her. “Beautifully dangerous,” I murmured, smiling despite the exhaustion gnawing at my bones. “Just like me, huh?” Blue made that weird chirp-growl sound, almost smug. Suddenly, a dense mist rolled out across the clearing ahead. My hand went straight to my dagger. “Oh, come on. Not another one.” But before I could take a step forward, Blue’s body flared with a soft blue aura, her power rippling outward in a pulse that cut through the fog, the mist hissed, twisting and then dissolving completely, leaving behind a stretch of empty ground.

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.

He was a living mist, a swirl of translucent currents, accompanied by the faint hum of distant storms. Opposite him stood Aeoron, the god of wind. Towering and radiant, Aeoron’s presence was sharp and commanding, his form glowing in brilliant blue, emanating raw power. Aeoron’s voice cut through the air. “Have you been keeping track of your Windax?” Ielus chuckled as a small gust spiraled around him. “A little essence has been taken, Aeoron. I know that’s what you want to tell me. But it’s just a little.”

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.