Hand Signs For Lightning Blade Novels & Stories

They all reflected the blinding sunlight and Chu Xun had to squint a little. "This is called 'Staggering Light'." Qian Lei said. All the golden blades danced in mid-air, creating numerous golden patterns, and they were as blinding as flashing lights. Chu Xun had to keep his eyes shut, for all he could see were the golden silhouettes of the blades. Swoosh!" One presbyter jumped into the air and aimed his blade right at Chu Xun. His blade let out a screech as it sliced through thin air.

In addition to that, Lingxi and I had already learnt how to work as a team and compliment one another. Immediately the lions breached the ten metres distance, falling the tree that once gave us an overhead view, I made a finger sign to Lingxi. She had been waiting for the sign long ago, so when she saw it, she did not hesitate to move. Her figure blurred as a glacier sword appeared in her hands, tightly gripped. My sign was to indicate who her target was. The lions summed eighteen, we on the other hand, were just seven. We were at loss in both quantity and quality of fighters. Still, it didn't mean we didn't totally stand a chance.

Leo abruptly retreated as he raised his hand and formed a lightning shield to resist the huge sword power! Clang! The huge sword struck the blue-white lightning shield with a burst of silvery light!

as he flew towards it. "That was close, I'm lucky it let go of the rope, if not, it would have been difficult to swing out of there" "The hand signs are pretty useful when I don't want someone to know about my presence, but it can't work with one hand since it requires both hands to activate it" "I should also make sure that I throw objects before I hit it, instead of using my blade, since it's possible for it to pin me down with it" "Yeah, if I switch between an amount of object I throw, it will make me unpredictable, plus sometimes I can lunch attacks without throwing anything" Natsu thought.

And most importantly the woman has in her hand a long sword and Lightning has in her hand, five fingers on the left and five on the right. The two women stared at each other intently waiting for the other to make a move. " Are you sure you know how to use that? " Lightning teased with her lips tilted up to the left in a mocking smile that didn't reach her eyes. It was cold and hard as she waited for the other woman to show her what she got. " Why don't we find out, " the woman cried out as she launched at Lightning. She swung her sword straight for Lightning's front. Lightning bent backward to escape the deadly swing while shooting up her left leg to catch the taller woman on the swinging ha

Don't make me be the one who…' My right hand raised without my permission, cutting off even my internal plea. My fingers twisted in an arcane pattern I didn't recognize, and three jagged lances of pure, condensed silver light materialized in the air around me. They hummed with a high-pitched, lethal frequency that promised swift and brutal death.

“How… did you know about Ground-Scrincan…” “If you had come a day earlier, you might have actually been able to kill me with your sword,” Kayson said indifferently. There was indignation in Ghoul Sword’s gaze as he asked, “What’s the name of your last move?” “Novem Lightning Zero Impact, which is triggered by lightning energy. I’m at the sixth stage now, so the lightning energy will erupt six times continuously within your body.” “No wonder… My tendons were destroyed within an instant and my inner energy vanished.”

“How… did you know about Ground-Scrincan…” “If you had come a day earlier, you might have actually been able to kill me with your sword,” Kayson said indifferently. There was indignation in Ghoul Sword’s gaze as he asked, “What’s the name of your last move?” “Novem Lightning Zero Impact, which is triggered by lightning energy. I’m at the sixth stage now, so the lightning energy will erupt six times continuously within your body.” “No wonder… My tendons were destroyed within an instant and my inner energy vanished.”

I push off the floor and go low, aiming for the space under his ribs where armor would slow a reaction. My hand closes on the blade hidden in my sleeve. The motion is clean. Familiar. I strike upward. He moves at the same time. His hand snaps around my wrist with precise timing. The blade stops inches from his body. There’s no struggle. Just sudden stillness, like hitting an invisible wall. I try to twist free. He doesn’t let me. His grip is firm, but careful. He adjusts his hold instead of tightening it, shifting my wrist so the angle won’t break anything. That detail registers even as I fight it.

He wasn’t asking for permission—he was declaring intention. “You can refuse,” he said gently. “But if you really want to stay—really want my help—this is how it happens.” He set the knife on the mat again. “Come here.” Lydia’s blood hummed in her ears. She stepped forward and placed her hand palm-up next to his. He mirrored her movement. The knife lay between them—a symbolic, necessary barrier. He inhaled slowly, lifted his wrist, and pressed the blade beneath. Lydia watched as a line formed, and blood beaded, then dripped into her open palm.