Kepanjangan Sword Novels & Stories

Despite their combined strength, the black-robed elders barely managed to withstand Chase's onslaught for a short while before succumbing to the overwhelming force. Finally, one of the elders was torn apart by the relentless lightning, and his blood stained the valley. In that instant, a massive sword materialized, stretching 15 feet in length and emanating a blue-green radiance. Its blade, razor-sharp and dazzling, was etched with intertwining runes resembling a coiled dragon. The sword exuded an aura of immense killing intent.

She’s sure to buy him a present next time she sees him. She smiled as she wielded the two swords and tried them out. Dune was correct, it was light as she slashed at the wind with ease. Then, when she thrust it on a tree, it penetrated like butter, its short design meant to take her burnt power and fast guarding while the arming sword was to thrust enemies at long range. In addition, she isn’t in any position in fearing it breaking at the tip since it held more thickness. She still needs to get used to it but she has time.

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

The muscles on his face twisted at this moment. His body kept shaking, not knowing whether he was angry or scared. He turned to look at Caspian. At this time, he saw that the mottled broken sword in Caspian's hand seemed to be reborn! The whole sword body was 3 meters! A 3 meters long sword! The sword body wrapped around the moon-like bright radiance, continuously rumbling and trembling. With a slight movement, there was a type of great power that broke through the Milky Way, shaking up stars!

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

And now Isabell had it. I whipped my hand to the side. The aurora sword climbed up my skin and snapped to my hand. It grew to three times the size as me, yet it still felt lightweight like a blown up toy sword. It was far from that though. I could feel the power of it surging through me. I sent my own power into it until I couldn't feel were it ended and I began. The silver blade flickered with rainbow color as I leveled it at Isabell.

A palm-sized blade materialized in his hand right then, and he infused it with Reiki to activate the ward inside. The tiny sword, less than a foot long, suddenly extended up to five feet. However, it's not like the molecules physically expand in the sword—it was a mental projection cast by the activation of the ward within. However, it was no less deadly and could cut through steel like a hot knife through butter. Hence, sword in hand, Barlin flicked his wrist, carving off the kanji into one smooth surface. After some thought, he swung his sword again to carve the words: Griffin Winter Manor.