Chaotic Sword God Novels & Stories

As Samuel pointed with his finger, the jade sword immediately flew horizontally toward the huge tripod. Buzz. With one sword and one tripod, they immediately fell into a fight. At this moment, facing the leader’s long sword, Samuel leaned to one side and held the Demonic Sword with his right hand. Suddenly, the whole sword trembled, accompanied by a buzzing sound. "Break!" The Chaotic Force in Samuel’s hand suddenly pressed inside, and the sword suddenly quieted down. With another shake of his hand, the Demonic Sword was absorbed into the storage ring by Samuel.

When the sword was cut out, both gods and ghosts were shocked. "This sword of mine is called 'cry of Ghosts and Gods', which is a first-class peerless sword in the world. It is said that it is made of meteorites from outer space. When it is wielded, all the ghosts and gods will cry. Now do you know why you can't defeat it? If you have the ability, let the ghosts and gods cry!" The Japanese Sword Sage said arrogantly.

"Get another! Your sword is going to be used as a symbol for the bones to be crushed from the root of where they came from. Once the ritual is done Aiden, this sword will be used to cut just a Hyde and they will all fall and be crushed to dust. This sword will be used to kill just a Gar and every Gar would be crushed from its roots." "Fine!" I nodded and stuck my sword in the middle of the bones. I told the goddess and she arranged them in a row sticking the bones to the earth and she began some incantations. Some Gars were coming closer and I gasped. "The barrier, you need to cover us with the barrier!" I panicked but she was lost in chanting as this strange fire emanated and glowed so brig

How could his blade and Dillon’s sword reach this enigmatic location at the same time? The Sword of Grace, like the Celestial Blade, flew into the hands of the man in white in the blink of an eye. The man was seen holding a blade in his left hand and a sword in his right hand shortly after. He began to dance with those weapons in the air after that. “Sweeping Army, Grafting Thunder, Splitting Earth, Shattering Hill, Chaotic Judgement, Binding Soul, and Whirling Laughter!” “Mortal Sword, Earth Sword, and Sky Sword!”

“Just trust me.” I sprint through the chaos toward the wall, cutting down enemies as I go. I rip a torch from its sconce and turn to head back—just in time to hear someone scream my name. Pain lances through my side. A sword. Burning. Silver. It sears like acid as I stumble forward. I spin and see a samurai-looking god, blade gleaming as he yanks it from my flesh and raises it again. Somehow—through blood, through pain—I raise my own blade. Strength I didn’t know I had fills me, and I parry the strike. I shove him back and hurl the torch at the tapestry on the wall.

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

He struggled to his feet and, without even turning to look, hurled the sword with all his remaining strength. Godslayer resonated with its master and understood his intent. It ripped through the air and flew straight toward Guillermo's back as he fled. Just as Guillermo was about to be pierced through the heart, a black figure descended from the sky. With a single strike, he slapped Godslayer aside. With a loud hum, the sword was sent flying back toward Andrew. That level of force clearly belonged to a martial god. The newcomer grabbed the crazed Guillermo and soared into the air. After a few bounds, they vanished into Chetvine's bleak, pitch-black night.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

unsheathing is a skill which kills at lightening speed, a fast one-hit kill, suitable for people who possess a sword spirit". "Sword unsheathing", Jae Lee woo stopped moving, it seemed that the use of that sword was different from that of other swords. Traditionally, what swordsmen liked the less was the moment of unsheathing a sword because it is a critical moment during which a certain amount of time is lost and thus delays the moment when the attack can be carried out. Nevertheless, sword unsheathing was a skill made to kill people. Unsheathing the sword had killing for its sole purpose. The most powerful moment of that skill was unsheathing the sword and striking with one movement, if

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.