Novel & Cerita Kepanjangan Sword

Endless flame in his body burst out, sweeping everything and pouring into the purple sword. The purple long sword changed. Instantly, it expanded dozens of times, more than 20 meters long and five meters wide. The purple flame was lingering over the blade like a magic fire with a breathtaking power; it felt that, if anyone dared to look at that magic flame, his soul would be burned. Most of the spectators around had to choose to close their eyes at that moment. That giant sword was so massive that its master, Li Muyun, was as small as an ant before it, and he could be neglected.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

It was so massive on that when I opened it initially, that I forgot how spaced out everything and didn't see my own weapon there. The sword itself thirty-four inches in length, branded by its black hilt. It also had a double-edged blade that made it useful in battle when one needed to gain an advantage. Mine was different from Kaitlyn' and Sam's simply because mine had been passed down throughout my family. Or at least, that's what I had been to believe. And here It was—here before me. I went reaching for it, getting closer that as I drew closer my hand starting trembling so hard that I had to put my other arm over myself to stop myself.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.

Not exactly comforting. "Well then, Lets get to it." Marcus swung his sword. "Just what is that going to hi-" Christopher frowned mid sentence and leaned his head backward. Marcus pumped magic into his blade mid swing and and it extend the blade length to 5 meters. Christopher just barely moved his neck outside of it's range. Tsk. Marcus clicked his tongue in irritation.

Andrius could not help but exclaim as he picked up the sword. The sword was about a meter long, shining brightly with a silver glow. The words ‘Sky Genesis’ were inscribed on the blade, appearing ancient and majestic. With just one look, Andrius was captivated. Whoosh... Subconsciously, he infused his true energy into it. What happened next surprised him. The moment the true energy was infused, a dragon-shaped apparition burst out of the sword, soaring into the air before suddenly exploding, leaving behind a vague map fragment.

XII The samurai walked down the path. Olgierd looked at him. That man was strange. His hair was strangely placed on the top of his head. He carried two swords, the long one was on his back while the normal one was around his waist. Both of the swords were made in the same pattern. The long was twice the size of the normal one. Olgierd betted that the samurai's second sword was lighter than his. The shape and the curve meant that the sword-man was extremely fast. He heard stories about them, unlike most people, Olgierd believed in stories.

James followed Directory Blakeney into practice gym #4 and he quickly changed into his shorts and t-shirt. Blakeney handed him a wooden sword. It wasn’t thin and long like some of the play-swords he had used as a child. It was maybe only three to four feet in length, and somewhat broad. It reminded James more of the type of Greek swords he had seen in the movies; a broad leaf having been stretched by its tip. It was heavier than it at first appeared to be.

They didn’t know but the sword had a history to it, a history long buried and she only learnt it in the book her grandfather left her mother. The Maniz Gladius. A sword that held the blood of many during its days. Its short length provides an advantage in close-quarters combat and if maneuvered properly by the wielder, could prove to be adaptable to a long range combat. This particular sword in Tess’s hands was very flexible, suitable for her fluid, and light swordsmanship style. “It’s a good sword.” Tess said firmly but with a breathy smile. “Find a good sheath for me, preferably one with fur.”