Fang Blade Ninjago Novels & Stories

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

"Be careful!" Fang Tianyi took a step forward and blocked in front of the injured Zhang Fan. The rapier in his hand shook as if the peacock had flaunted its tail and a wall of swords was made. That was Fang Tianyi's proud martial arts skill of the Silver Rapier Light. However, the peacock flaunting its tail of the rapier light had not completely bloomed, and it was broken by the sword shadow that had been flying from the opposite side. The strength gap between Fang Tianyi and the Sword Indignant was really too big. He was even unable to block the sword shadow. The frightening sword Qi lifted up his long hair, and it even cut his face, leaving wounds with blood beads bursting.

Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

Where the whip hits, electricity erupts, scattering all around. "Pretty, isn’t it?" I beam. This whip had been specially made for me by Nix’s men to allow me to fight from a far distance to keep myself safe unless I absolutely had no choice. "Is that all you have?" Fineon pushes, seeming dissatisfied. "Nope." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a butterfly knife and flip it open. "I promise I’m fully equipped for this fight," I sigh, putting the butterfly knife back. "Have faith in me, alright?"

Slicer stab Zitrey. But before the tip of the blade went to her skin, a saber blocked between them. A risky thing to be thrown. Fortunately, Nikka has sharp eyes, with a short period of time she managed to calculate the angle and the exact amount of force to be thrown to block the dagger coming to Zitrey.

Slowly, cautiously, he reached for the handle and pulled the door open. The attack came fast. A blur of movement. Steel flashing in the dim light. Adrian barely had time to react before instinct took over—he twisted to the side, the blade grazing his arm instead of sinking into his chest. Pain flared—but adrenaline drowned it out. The attacker lunged again. Adrian stumbled back, grabbing the nearest object—a metal candlestick—and swinging it with more force than precision. It connected. The man staggered—but didn’t fall. There were more of them.

Tigrani lifted her captives again, but Kenru intervened before they could be thrown to the ground once more. Kenru's movements resembled those of a fierce and swift gust of wind. I, too, was astounded by the brilliant gleam emanating from his sharp katana. Within moments, the katana emerged from its sheath, the blade magnified to an extraordinary size. Kenru wielded the blade in both hands, sweeping it through the air to sever Tigrani's formidable locks. The clash of Kenru's blade against Tigrani's hair produced an explosive burst of energy, resulting in severed strands and splintered trees. Kenru's swift and decisive action impressed me, capturing my attention before he turned his focus to

Edgardo muttered. "Why?" Dean demanded. "This will be the best time to attack him from behind while he fights off the Ninjas. They will keep him busy, this is our best shot." he added glaring at Edgardo, then shifting his gaze to Storm and saw the way he was killing them. The sword was on fire and with it whoever he strikes with it went on flame and they became dry and became skeleton immediately. They were fast but he was faster.

Goodness. He unearthed his crescent-moon blade with its piercing and slizing edges, but perhaps most important, its blocking points, so when wielded by someone meaning to harm him in case they found his weapon, they'd have to be trained to use it. It was the only weapon Iga, an old ninja city, still manufactured. He did it slowly, a warning for her to either run or make the first move. 'Yeah, right.' His wolf snorted. 'What! I could be chivalrous.' He then aimed the blade where she was supposedly hiding.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.