Novel & Cerita Bluespirit Sword

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

He slowly pulled out the Primordial Dragon Blade, which radiated a blinding golden light. “Please.” He beckoned. The moment the word left his mouth, the Spirit Master lunged toward him with the sword in hand. His sword technique was bizarre. The sword spun incessantly, radiating waves of sword light that charged toward James. James smiled faintly. Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the Spirit Master. Just as he was about to deal him a blow, the Spirit Master suddenly turned around and spun his sword. The Sword Energy swirled the surrounding dust and debris that were generated from the castle’s destruction. At that moment, James could not see what was before him except for waves

He hurriedly stepped back and managed to put some distance between himself and Sally. He knew all-too-well, that he was no match for the transparent figure that had just appeared. However, Sally was too angry. The Ancestral Spirit once released moved and got in front of the retreating Igbins. It wielded a transparent white sword, that was constantly exuding white smoke. And cut at the space where Igbins was standing. Bang! bang! bang! Three blasting sound rang out. When it delivered three powerful strokes. However, Igbins, managed to withstand two of those powerful attacks, blocking the sword, with his spear but eventually received the weight of the last attack, before he collapsed.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

"Purple Smoke! Let's end this!" Purple Smoke gave her all and defeated the control of the tune on her, turning the golden noted into ashes. Méah's sword just passed under her right ear, leaving a little slice on her skin on the neck. She counterattacked and elbowed Méah's back. Méah stumbled forward, accidentally losing grip on the sword. It was tossed in the air for several feet away but it obediently came back to her hand. Méah was almost falling flat on her face when Purple Smoke was about to threw a black spear on her back. Méah threw the sword to stop her but it didn't left her hand. Instead, it has turned into a silver whip and it went straight around Purple Smoke's neck as though it h

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

Wisps ghosted forward, specters of violence, heralds of an arriving carnage that was certain. Sethlzaar moved, slipping between ghosts replaced by humans in a heartbeat, striking them down, ending lives in one or more blows. He found himself going through sword stances Father Ordan and Narvi had ingrained in him many years ago. His footing was undisturbed, his movements fluid. And as had happened in the floors above, men fell where he passed. And death followed in his wake.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

Blood splattered everywhere. "You too!" Chase swung his blade again. Several more warriors fell, becoming lifeless. Chase examined the weapon in his hand. "This sword isn't bad," he remarked, turning it over in his grasp. The sword was originally a mundane-grade spiritual weapon but had recently undergone refinement, elevating it to a profound-grade spiritual weapon. Profound-grade spiritual weapons were far rarer and more valuable than their lesser counterparts. They contained intricate runic formations that provided purer spiritual energy, greatly enhancing a martial artist's cultivation speed.