Jon Snow Master Swordsman Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Jonas takes off. Outstretching my right hand, I conjure a sword, snow swirling around as my power surfaces. My slow steps become a full-on sprint in the Darklings' direction. Today I stand my ground, even if that means death.

They’re too busy watching Damien. He paces like a caged animal. His dark hair is messy, sticking to his forehead. His jaw is locked. I know that look. He’s waiting for something—an excuse to break. Then one of his guards, a man named Jonas, makes a mistake. He drops his sword. It clatters against the dirt. Damien turns fast, eyes sharp. The yard goes silent. Jonas picks up the sword quickly, gripping it tight. “Sorry, Alpha.” His voice is steady, but I see his hands shake.

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the men echoed, breathless but eager. I frowned as I stretched a hand down to Jon, taking in his bleeding nose. “Take a minute,” I told him. “No, I'm fine.” He swiped the blood off with the back of his hand. “I can continue.” “No, take a break until the bleeding stops. It's an order.” Jon nodded, then turned away without another protest. I scanned the grounds, ready to find another partner when a collective snort broke through the grunts of sparring men.

Break! Hong! Although there was no energy movement on the sword and it had no destructive power, the sword was already red. Although it was very thin, for some reason, Kun Jones felt dizzy and sweaty! Kun Jones subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand to resist! "Boom!" Under his feet, Kun Jones was in the center, at the same time; Samuel’s Heavenly Fire sword and his Demonic Sword started with him. The ground cracked and continued to spread backward.

With a swing motion from his right foot towards its back, he raises his sword and the other hand is almost touching the sword middle section he quickly reverses the hold of the sword and strikes it at the ground! a small shockwave can be seen and the lv2 Hunter’s body suddenly stiffen! **** earlier when Jimboy’s body reached its limit, everything in his past suddenly flashed back in his mind every little detail in his past can be seen when he was a child, he loves playing with a sword and tried to study the art of the sword he was too happy when he learns how to use it, but in this world who mocks other people for being different, he slowly leaves his love for the sword and found his new pas

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

Su Yue turned around to tell Su Zimu, "Heard that? Your Heavenly Thirteen Swords swordsmanship isn't mature enough. It's far from Yu Yifeng's Dance of the Arcing Rainbow." Su Zimu saluted her with a smile. "You're right, Aunt." … Snow swirled all around the summit arena. Mo Jinyan had received more than ten of Xiao Chen's storm-like sword attacks in a row. His clothes were in tatters. He decided to just take it off, revealing his well-built body and bronze-colored skin. He was like an angry beast staring down Xiao Chen, his eyes revealing the ominous glint of a wild wolf. The strange sword made from mystic iron in his hand was cracked in all sorts of places. Even the iron blade was beginning

However, I didn’t have time to think as another came at me, then another. It was chaos, Swords clashing. Wolves snarling. The room filled with grunts, screams, and the sharp ring of steel clashing against steel. Jon was holding his own beside me. He moved fast, striking clean and hard. I was glad he had come, I could only imagine how it would have gone if he didn't show up. Jon cut down two rogues in quick succession, his sword flashing in the dim light. One tried to bite him from behind, but Jon turned and slammed his elbow into the wolf’s snout before slicing it across the throat.