Fantasy Swordsman Novels & Stories

he said I brought out a bundle of cash, I counted out $5,000 dollars and gave it to him but he refused. "I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid that I can't accept this" he said "Why not" I asked "What I did was not for money, I did it because I wanted to, its not like I was hired to" he said "I'm sorry if I offended you" he added "Like you said its not a big deal" I said and he smiled "Thank you sir" he bowed Such character is very rare, he's definitely a keeper. "If you ever need anything you can tell me" I said and he nodded

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.

Some people in the crowd also recognized the real identity of the elegant middle-aged man. "Three Thousand Swords" Shi Yihuang was a legendary figure ten years ago. It was said that he had three thousand swords on his palm and had defeated countless swordsmen and masters. His strength was so powerful that some people even called him the No. 1 Swordsman on the Eastern Continent. He was regarded as the most promising young human genius on the Eastern Continent to challenge the peerless Eldest and the Thirteenth Divine Princes in the God's Palace. Moreover, Shi Yihuang was a man who was ready to stand out for justice and abhorred evils as deadly foes. He suited the action to the word. He was a

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.

He gave Anita a little smile, admiration plain as day in his eyes. “So I would like a sword.” I said clearing my throat, breaking their gaze for a moment. “What exactly do you have in mind? Do you want something light and flexible or a bit heavy and firm?” He walked towards the row of swords, littered on the table. “Pick firm and heavy.” Willow whispered at the back from my mind. “A bit heavy and firm.” I said out loud to him. He furrowed his brows a bit, most likely at my small stature and build.

Then he grabbed a belt another soldier was holding and unsheathed a longsword. Scarlett had never seen one close up, but she knew its name. Most of the women in Karai used smaller swords, poleaxes, axes, or lances. But a sword was just a piece of metal. The wielder had to know how to use it in order for it to be effective. “And what is your name, Mr.?” “Humbert,” he said, giving a small bow. “Fire… or magic tricks of any sort aren’t allowed.” “I won’t need any magic,” said Scarlett, smiling.

“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.” After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man. Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul. “It's getting late. It’s time to send you back.” As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “I don’t know your name yet.” “I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo S

Prince Kazexian and Prince Kanzuka unleashed the power of their swords until a fiery light enveloped the sword, and were ready to exterminate anyone. Prince Kazexian attacked an army that wounded Prince Kanzuka with a flaming sword. The release was right on his body, but the cut did not seem to have any effect, not even the blood. Prince Kanzuka and Kazexian who saw this were shocked. It is not possible for them to fight any longer after seeing the weapons alone are not suitable for this rebel force. Prince Kanzuka and Kazexian also decided to retreat with their troops.

"Quick question, Archer, lancer, or swordsman?" "Swordsman, of course! So that I can return and defeat Uncle Slejj with my incredible sword skills!" Drom said this as he grabbed a twig from a large tree and whipped it about, horribly imitating a swordsman. Daito chuckled at his hideous imitation, and Drom laughed back, chuckling and tossing the stick aside. Something caught Drom's attention as they were expressing their joy. "Hello, Dai! Look at what's going on at the gate."