Novel & Cerita Female Swordsman Anime

I retaliate with a series of quick, calculated strikes, showcasing my agility and precision. Katana, fueled by her anger towards me, fights back with equal determination. The two of us exchange powerful blows, each showcasing our unique fighting styles. My moves are fluid and graceful, while Katana's are more aggressive and forceful. As we lock our swords in the air, she smirks through her blood stained lips, “I will make sure to end your life today, Imogen” she hisses and pushes me off with all of her rage and anger.

she shouted through her lungs along with the sound of heavy footsteps and burning fleshes. Nanami step further as she dodge from one of the evil warriors’ flaming sword. She look around and wonder why their adversary seemed not to see her, she was ignored by everybody as she walk across them. Maru’s white warriors were fighting along with them and was mixed by Merfoy’s, making it hard to identify which one should be killed.

The only allie I could see still standing was my father, surrounded by enemies, fighting " Sebastian move !" " Yes ma'am ! " These bastards dare attack my home and my family. Not a single soul will leave this place alive " I'm going to aid my father, find Nayeli and Carmen " She commanded before taking out both her swords and jumped off the still running horse then went to aid her father into battle The way Celea and the Duke fought together was just terrifying to the enemies, they looked like beasts, almost demons. Their black eyes that had no soul in them, their dark red hair that had the same color as the blood on their white cold faces, the swords that were moving like it was an extensio

As soon as she went into her opening sword stance, Zhi Ruo no longer looked like an elegant and fragile princess. Zhi Ruo became a soft sword. She might be a woman in appearance, yet she was also a sword. Sharp. Swift. Agile... Heartless! Yes, she was heartless! She was a woman who loved the sword and the sword alone.

Whatever he told me made me angrier and angrier and people like them shouldn't be left alive. The three of them attacked me together and in the action, my turban fell and my hairs opened and fell till my hips. I didn't care who was watching me and who was not. My whole concentration was fixed on killing the soldiers and one by one, my sword moved through many necks and my clothes dipped in blood. The warm droplets of blood were sticking to my skin as I was not giving them any chance to attack me and killing them mercilessly. My condition was best described as the angry, bold women and moreover, the villains need to understand women were not weak and never would be. She was the strongest and

Quickly after that came a frightening realization. ‘The Harusame family’s most powerful attack—the Full Bloom! ‘It is also Kenzo’s most powerful technique, and the reason why the swordfighter community in Japan recognize him as the best swordfighter in the nation. ‘Crap, this is bad!’ Ash finally realized the danger but it was too late. His body remained rooted to the ground even though his brain tried desperately to evade the incoming blow. The single glint from the blade turned into two, and then four, and then eight… as it proliferated into countless terrifying glimmering blades.

Everyone was starting to get strained. The Bloodied Mad Swordsman circulated his True Energy and made one last palm attack. The mysterious woman raised her hand to block the attack, but she was ultimately too weak for it. With a jeering noise, her mantle was reduced into countless fragments. An emotionless woman in black clothes appeared in everyone's vision. She stood tall on her flying sword, looking like a fairy who had descended down to the mortal realm. Hanging from her waist was a horsetail whisk sword. Many young cultivators outside stared at her, dumbfounded.

"I can't believe Dorian Weaver's swordsmanship is so powerful now!" "No wonder he could defeat Shia, who's a stage-nine martial god king. Incredible!" "I should work harder on my swordsmanship." "Mortal creatures like us can never compare to an Immortal Swordsman." … The mysterious succubus, Yuria, saw how powerful Dorian's attack was while in the arena, but she did nothing to fight back against him. All she did was stand quietly where she was with her arms crossed. She acted like the powerful Sword Domain and sword aura meant nothing to her.

Therefore, even if she looked lean, she had quite toned muscles beneath all those layers of clothes. She rarely smile, but her facial feature was delicate and her almond-shaped eyes made her look soft. There was a beauty mark under her left eye. This made those people (mostly men) often underestimate her. Before she proceeded to beat their ass. Ludriev spun on one heel and used the momentum to swing her sword down strongly. Rion raised his own sword to deflect her. He heard a low but crisp 'clink', and glanced a little at his sword. There was a small crack on the weapon.

He slashed again, going for her ankles and she jumped away - her sword igniting on instinct, as her Soulborn power sensed her body was tiring. The male's eyes widened at the sight of her sword, and Sephora took his surprise as her window. Sweeping his legs from under him with a foot, he landed on the ground with a grunt, before she plunged her flaming blade into his chest - the male screaming in agony as the blade hit the floor beneath, before she width-drew her sword - panting hard.