Gusion Sword Novels & Stories

I was weak. Stefan stepped forward, walking slowly to me with his eyes fixedly on me. I shivered when I saw him draw out the sword from its sheath. My eyes grew wide when I remembered the sword he was holding, Goujian. It was a sword made to kill the evil angels in the myth. If Gerret found this sword, it means he must have gone through a lot to find it. "Very smart. Young girls of your age do not know this sword, I hope you know how dangerous it is." Gerret said, I ignored him and focused on Stefan. Determinedly he had completely blocked me off.

After everything, her Sword of Goujian was still taken away by someone else. Swoosh! A blinding streak of light flashed across the sky with a sharp noise. Something then pierced the ground in front of the little girl. The old man, the little boy and the little girl took a few steps backward, out of shock and fear. People then recognized that it was the Sword of Goujian after they stared at it for a while. Their eyes immediately lit up with greed. "Sorry I almost forgot to return it, thanks for lending it to me!" Chu Xun's voice traveled from afar. It was as loud as deafening thunder.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

How could he not die? The gourd in his hand was called the Hidden Sword Gourd, where 365 powerful flying swords were hidden inside it. Elder Quint could not maneuver all of them even with his current cultivation base. He could only handle 108 of them at most, but even so, it was already incredibly powerful. Especially the sword that he had just shot at Alex had a sword name—Witstealer! It was an existence where its destructive power ranked third among the 108 swords that he could control.

“How can she be married to you for more than a week and have not noticed that you and your sword are never apart…” “Probably because his tent is like a storehouse for weapons and she had not noticed that he is always with one particular sword.” Elison offered but quickly clam his mouth shut when Gwenn glared at him. “And she tried using the same trick on me twice, she was lucky that she had reminded me that you will like her to be uninjured if not I would have given her a sound lashing for that mistake only.” Gwenn said as she breathed heavily after complaining. “And what is wrong with the sword.” I asked her as she took Elison goblet and drank all the contents down with one gulp.

Vasilio was stunned, while Zeno chuckled derisively. "You always lose, Vasilio," Zeno said mockingly. The sword that Zeno uses is the sword that Vasilio gave to Cia. The sword uses mineral materials as well as special gems with a ratio of 30:70. Then, it is forged on hot coals for seven days. "Until whenever Arlcia is only mine," continued Zeno.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

He was gripping it right in front of his body when the light hit. He held his eyes tightly close - but nothing happened. Slowly he opened them and to his surprise saw that the sword held out the laser beams for him, like a shield. Then he swung it into motion and the sword unleashed its own beam of lightning, overpowering and striking the Zhinra's, knocking him down. The humans stood motionless for a second at what they just witnessed. "That's the legendary Commander Zivlander's sword," Garullo said, but no one seemed to pay heed. They could care less who the sword belongs to right now.