Jing Yuan X Blade Novels & Stories

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

The two men found a bamboo ladder and spent a lot of effort to take off the Purple-green Blood-cutting Blades. Xiao Chen took it over. Although the blades were not big, they were still quite heavy. There is no trace of shadow when wielding the blades. It's indeed not ordinary and worth even 100,000 Spirit Stones. He said, "I'll buy this pair of blades." "Okay, thank Mr. Li for buying." The maid smiled. Xiao Chen nodded and handed the green blade to Qingluan and the purple to Ziyun'er. The two people took over the blades and said, "Thank you, my Lord."

We weren't survivors begging for a place at the table; we were the table. "And the Architect?" a man in a white suit asked, his eyes darting to Jinyan. "Does he still hold the leash? Or have the roles reversed?" Jinyan leaned forward, the light from the city hitting the silver scars on his jaw. He didn't look at the man; he looked at the back of my head, his gaze filled with a dark, obsessive pride that was almost suffocating. "I am the Blade," Jinyan said, and the room seemed to grow ten degrees colder. "A blade doesn't have a leash. It has a purpose. And my purpose is to ensure that anyone who looks at her with anything less than total subservience... ceases to exist."

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.