Gin Ichimaru Sword Novels & Stories

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

The void suddenly twisted in a flash. "Do you think you're invincible in the world just because you've become immortal?" A clear voice came from the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It was Ding Hao's voice, majestic and solemn. It was extremely familiar to countless strong people around, and at the same time, there was a saber and a sword coming out. The saber was a golden scorching hot saber. The sword was a silver ice sword. The saber and sword slowly approached, not very gorgeous, locking onto Meng Qi from a distance.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

screams Ayame on hearing it and starts to panic. “It doesn’t matter if the event starts now or later. I’ve got to focus for now.” Says Akihiko while being determined to train. “You’re up for training session 1!” says Yasuhiro and out of the ground a wooden spear forms which he grabs on to. Then he asks, “What are your choice of weapons?” “I want a Great sword!” “I’ll just watch…” says Ayame and walks over to Seirei to see what he was doing. “Then, Great sword it is!” he says and a wooden Great sword forms from the soil and he grabs onto it.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

On his head he had the crown and wore black leather pants and a gold and green farset, at his side he wore the sword tied to a belt. The apple of the sword had been made entirely of gold and had an elaborate handle with gems and runes, the blade had golden drawings and some writing in some strange language that Sumon did not know. The blade had been given to him by one of his most trusted lords as a coronation gift, they had also given one to Sumon, smaller and decorated with gems and tiaras: an ornament that he had asked to hang on one of the walls of his room. Not because she wanted to use it, but she liked to look at it from time to time, imagining the electric shock that would run throug

Those people exuded power even without taking a breath in her presence yet every single one of them had no choice but to bow down before an existence that was much stronger than they could possibly imagine, The Immortal Maker, “Nameless One.” "Affirmative, Maru. Take care." Mistress Ais responded. "I will." Maru muttered as he continued to observe the giant long sword that was aiming directly at his throat. In reality, he could neither see the edge or the end of the gargantuan aspect that was the real weapon of that deceased maker. It was never in the material facet of things and just laid there covering all things in the illusory transformation it took. The image of the weapon enclosed Jade

"You filthy lowlife! You will tremble in the face of death and face your demise as you deserve to." Cyrus opened his mouth all of a sudden, spitting out a dagger. The dagger was completely black in color. It was covered densely in runes, emitting a terrifying aura as soon as Cyrus held it. "Be careful, sir! That's a Ghost Sword, it has the power to decay anything," Yumi shouted. There were too many ninjas in the room, and many of her men were already injured. Yumi had no choice but to join the battle, two swords appearing in her hands as she slashed her way into the battlefield.