Greatsword Poses Novels & Stories

"Beep! Obtained Excellent-Grade Thermal Greatsword." [Thermal Greatsword (Excellent)] [Combat Power +100] [Possesses extremely high heat, which aids in cutting through enemy armor.] "That's a great weapon!" Jodi exclaimed. Even though she hadn't seen many pieces of equipment, she knew that the greatsword was remarkable. "Haha, it's not bad," Victor boasted smugly. He was quite pleased with the greatsword. It gave a much bigger boost to combat power than the scythe he had been using.

She smiled at me and we began having our breakfast. *** As soon as I walked back to the ground, “Hold it that way,” he said while showing me the position, “With both your hands,” “Okay,” I replied, and gripped the sword using my both hands, “Keep your elbows bent and close to your body,” he said. I glanced at the way he held and copied it. “Okay,” I replied, and he asked me to swing the sword more than 100 times and even made me count it. By the time he told me to stop, my arms and legs were aching. After a short break, he asked me to do it again.

At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light. Abelard stands with his back to the rock, His right hand holding his sword and his left holding a small knife. Closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air through the passing wind. Abelard’s eyes get opened sharply. His feet hit the ground with all his might to jump over the rock he was behind, a beautiful somersault like a dancing dolphin.

It was as if a frozen barrier had formed between us, making it clear that our bond was strained and fragile. He deftly drew his rapier sword from its scabbard, the metal gleaming in the dim light. The slender and elegant blade reflected a polished sheen, its sharp point poised and ready for action. The hilt, adorned with intricate engravings, fit snugly in his hand, offering a firm and comfortable grip. The crossguard, adorned with ornate designs, added a touch of sophistication to the weapon's overall appearance. As he brandished the rapier, its presence commanded attention, exuding an air of deadly precision and finesse. "Try not to get hit by the blade," he said as he cracked his head fro

A person who did not respect others was not worthy of respect! Yang Xiao wasn’t the type of person to judge a book by its cover, but he was definitely an eye for an eye! “Boasting shamelessly!” Grand Tutor Hedao raised the sword in his hand! The sword he was using was Japan's unique Japanese sword! It was slender and slightly curved! In the hands of Shangyuan Hedao, this sword was more like a poisonous snake that swallowed cold light. Swoosh! Upper Court Crane Path’s sword stabbed out! It was as if a cold and slippery viper had suddenly flicked out its tongue!

“Since you are all courageous enough to follow my teachings, I invite you all to take out your wooden swords and follow after me. Remember that swordsmanship is not just a skill. You don’t fight with a sword – you become the sword itself.” Theodore twirled the sword in his hand. “Swordsmanship is the art of moving, with each motion precise, deliberate, and fluid like flowing water. The sword in your hand is not just some metal, but the extension of your will. To become one with the sword, you have to have a clear mind. It’s about timing, grace, and the perfect balance between patience and ferocity. When you strike, hesitation is the greatest enemy and doubt results in defeat.”

The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Jake. Awoohhh!!!! However, what happened next surprised him. Jake didn't dodge the attack and let the blade cut his body. At the same time, he took out a small knife and attacked the arm that wielded the greatsword. The greatsword cut Jake's torso diagonally, leaving a deep wound on his body, but he also managed to hit his attacker, stabbing his arm right above the wrist. The two cultivators separated briefly and stared at each other in the middle of the battlefield.

The double-handed greatsword did not hiss through the air; its thick, fuller-grooved steel tore a heavy, concussive wake through the ozone, a low thrum-thrum-thrum that threatened to split the eardrums before the blade even connected. General Kaelen’s descent was a dark, calculated mass of black iron plates, his massive cuirass blotting out the golden glare of the liquid brass-aether moat. With every fraction of a second he hung in the air, the magnetic pull of the central lodestone anvil seemed to accelerate his velocity, turning his downward execution arc into an inescapable mountain of falling steel.

The man nodded, agreeing that Empress Rengganis' position was correct. "Turn backwards slowly from left to right, throwing it slightly upwards before swinging forward." Khandra said while giving an example. Rengganis nodded her head to Khandra's movements. "Ah, alright. Like this?" asked Rengganis again turning the hand to the example, then ending the sword swinging from top to bottom pointing forward.

The sweat on his skin crossed through the thin fabric of my nightgown. “The feet.” One of his feet touched my ankle from behind, pushing it to the side. My legs were still almost together, unstable, and he forced a little more space, opening my stance. “Spread them.” I obeyed, moving my foot a few centimeters, still unbalanced, and felt his body adjusting mine from behind at once, aligning my hips with his, holding the position. One of his hands left mine and rose to my shoulder, pushing it back, opening my chest and straightening my posture. “Don’t use only your arm.” The other hand remained over mine on the sword’s hilt. “Turn your body.”