Demon Slayer Wood Sword Novels & Stories

The young man hit the metal door for the second time. "Damn!" "That sword can penetrate the fire demon's armor?!" Arya Santanu was very surprised. Asura had just realized that Agnesura's sword was called a holy fire sword that could penetrate any armor. Even more so the fire demon armor created from the power of hell. Although Asura also had a gift from Lord Agni, Agnesura's sword was far more powerful than what he had. "This is serious. We don't have the power to defeat it!" Asura felt anxious.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

The sword itself would be too heavy for a normal cultivator to lift, not to mention swinging it at enemies. He Yingbiao's eyes beamed as he saw the Legendary Weapon of his family. Immediately, with two fingers together, he drew a few spells. He then incanted at the Blood Lotus Demon Blade, "Immortal Slayer! Up!" However, the Blood Lotus Demon Blade remained still. He Yingbiao frowned and incanted again, "Immortal Slayer! Come back!" But no matter what he did, he was unable to recover the blade with his internal strength. Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "It is now called the Demon Slayer."

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."

Switzerland. "It's not over yet! Nature-controlling wood element!" Swiss... "What? This is the power of one of the ancient dragon ancestors, the wood dragon!" The first Elder shouted in shock. BOOMMM... BOOMMM... "Hahaha, it's not over yet! Wooden dragon sword technique, pierce the whole demon!" BOOMMM. BOOMMM... "Ah! Stop it!"

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

she said " wh... wh... who are you "I grunted and she laugh evilly like some ancient witch . "am your doom Victor " she said and with that she pull out a white wooden oak sword which has silver designed and the handle of the sword was made of black looking steel . "oak " I mumbled and next thing I felt was the hot sensation of oak tearing into my throat . I cough out blood and slowly my whole body shutdown "good night love " I heard her voice before falling into darkness .

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

As he decided on his own words, he picked up the small precious-metal sword by the handle in his fingers. Brow furrowed in adorable bewilderment, Dillon's gaze bounced from Tony to the sword. The blue topaz in the hilt was radiant enough to even reflect the minute amounts of starlight onto his skin. Why was he confused? Did he not want him to slay a demon for him? Tony readied his weapon for battle and lightly squeezed him in his arms. Time to cut an insecurity to pieces.