Daodao Sword Novels & Stories

Cold sweat ran down the backs of the audience. As Sun Xao unsheathed his sword, there was a sudden roar of a dragon from his blades. It was more than clear that the fellow was born and raised in swordsmanship. Raising his sword up, Sun Xao drew out a fine sword essence from the tip of his blade which led everyone to shudder. It couldn't be said any louder just how sharp that blade was. It was clear for all to see. Sun Xao drove his spiritual energy in coalition with his sword essence, causing his hair to float in the air like a mighty god of war.

If that same sword attack was infused by the weight of a Dao of Earth, then it could destroy a mountain several times larger than the hill. For the Ancient Xia Continent, according to the countless books of revered sages, they recorded that this mortal realm consists of Heavenly Daos, Grand Daos and ordinary Daos. The Dao of the five elements belong to the ordinary Dao. The Dao of Sword which Ye Mo and Zhi Ruo walked was nothing but an ordinary Dao as well. But the Dao of Time…was a Heavenly Dao!

The Alexa Sword, when wielded by someone of Lord of War status, posed a significant threat even to him. The Alexa Sword sliced through the air, its force crashing onto the floor, carving a deep gully nearly half a foot in depth. Harnessing the sword as a conduit for his formidable inner strength, Daxton amplified its power several times over. "Haha! Magnificent!" Daxton's wild laughter echoed as he beheld the might of the Alexa Sword. For a fleeting moment, he entertained the idea that he could shatter anything with a single stroke. With the Alexa Sword firmly in his grip, Daxton unleashed a flurry of formidable strikes. He was convinced that even Alexander, a semi-Empyrean, would struggle t

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.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

“A,Adam?” she stuttered, her mouth agape. “Yes, ma’am,” he gave her a low bow, eliciting a loud growl from Drago, who tried to shield her from Adam’s naked body. “H, How?” she muttered, behind Drago’s back. Adam quickly put on a pair of shorts, which seemed to be just laying around, and went to stand beside Drago.

Minos slipped Rei's dagger in his belt and reached for his longsword, pulling it out of its sheath, noise and all. "I ain't gonna tell you shit." "I know where she is," pleaded the injured drow. "Shut up, fool!" answered the tall one. "Or I'll gut you myself." The tall drow reached for the handle of his sword on his back. "Op op," Minos warned, "careful, or it's your friend's neck." The tall drow pressed his hand on the hilt and slowly pulled it out of its sheath, defiantly ignoring Minos' threat.

She reaches for her back and pulls out her sword, a rich silver metal sword with red lines on it which start to glow the moment she touched it. Her sword, the tyrannical Doomblade. It was forged by a master blacksmith from her home town. A blade with none like it. She tore through the air right at the Rafe Antonelli. The moment she is close enough she swings her blade for his neck with all her might. Rafe Antonelli blocks her sword at the last moment with a thin needle like sword. "Your strength is commendable filth but far inferior to mine", he says as he pulls back and swings his sword for her hip cutting her by the slightest as she jumps back.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "