Immortal Swordsman Novelas e Histórias

While Chase and the others were speaking, the men from the Great Emerald Empire started attacking. The Immortal Swordsman, Dave, and Otto were in a furious fight in the air. Another Immortal Swordsman appeared. He was the Fiery Divine Sword, Buddy Palin. His trademark Fiery Flying Sword appeared like a fire dragon that flew through the battlefield. He began a savage fight with three elders of the Path Seeking Sect. Below them, a fat priest-like martial god king flung out numerous talismans that floated in the air while shining brightly.

The sword in Lucas' hands was too powerful. That sword naturally had a name. It was called the Immemorial Dragon Sword. As far as the members of the Breaking Swordsmanship Organization were concerned, a single glance at this sword would cause them to lose all chance of survival. "Junior...." The Breaking Swordsmanship Organization's Master gnashed his teeth, saying, "So what if you possess such a powerful sword? Don't forget that this is Breaking Swordsmanship Organization!" Lucas still didn't say anything. He only held up the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

A thousand swords surrounded Xing Xier and each sword contained a sword intent strong enough to cut an ordinary immortal. "Shit! Sword intent? No wonder he's called the genius of the empire and the sword sect!" Said one of the fugitives with sweat pouring down his back. BOOMMM... "These fools!" Annoyed Choi Son who saw how weak their resolve was. "Well, better not play anymore."

The beast stays in a position watching them as they attack him with their swords. The first warlord attacked with a sword swipe aiming at his head but he deflected it with a finger and launched a bone breaking punch to his head making him drop down dead immediately. The remaining warlords attacked angrily with the pain of their brother being killed. They strike down their sword as it glow brightly with the aim of killing him. "The sword may be weird and believed to be powerful,but it is useless against an immortal that has lived for several centuries like me "the beast said as he broke the sword of a warlord.

"No. He wasn't a simple man. He was immortal. Men are not immortal. The gods called him 'Chance' because he was a man they could never understand. He could be good at a moment and bad the next, and his decisions always carried a weight upon Ayla. Once, when they spoke of him, one of them had claimed they would need luck to defeat him. Tarr had said then, 'Luck is not on our side; he's on that of the humans.'" Rin never spoke of the war, but the fact that she spoke of the immortal told a lot of the man's power. Chance. It was a strange way to describe a man. Eduka walked back into the room. His night skin glistened with sweat that spoke of the demands of his labor. Saelin's swords rested in h

Of course, his clothes wouldn't be complete without his sword, Scorpion. Scorpion and Sagittarius are swords from the ancient times, it already exists since Seruvia's era. Because of the works piling on his table since the day he took over the throne, he didn't had a spare time to visit his favorite place in the palace── the pond on the west wing── so his feet automatically brought him there as he walked in the palace's grounds.

I mocked him. I didn't wait for his reply. I snatched his sword and struck him from left to right until he fell to the ground, lifeless. The other men were still fighting. I love watching them skillfully moving their feet backward and forward, counter-attacking. However, when I saw the young Terra Hella knight almost defeated, I immediately teleported behind the assassin and pushed the sword deep into his back, cutting his skin until the sword penetrated his chest. "Thank you for saving my life," the Terra Hella Knight stood up and bowed at me.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

She sighed, waiting for them to die was always boring, some could even take hours to cross over. Suddenly the man’s eyes opened and he took a labored breath, his eyes darting all over and then settling on the dagger in his chest. He reached for it with his left hand and pulled it out with a groan, the clatter of the weapon on the tiled floor immediately followed by a rush of blood.

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.