Legend Of Swordsman Novels & Stories

“Hey, Sapphire. Are you alright?” I winced in pain and nodded. “I am fine,” I responded, even though I wasn’t. My shoulder hurt like hell. “He is…” I pointed to the man. “Legora.” Silver growled and didn’t hesitate at the mention of the name, launching himself at the man with a scream. Their swords clashed, and they fought like they were in a battle. Silver was robust, but the black-masked man was formidable. Their swords moved faster than I could blink, and even though I had been trained in sword fighting, I couldn’t tell who had the upper hand. They were both excellent.

I looked at Hayden amazed. "WOAH" I whispered out loud. "The legend says that whenever James held this sword, he first washed it in the water of the Lapis patera so his conquest would be just, fair and everlasting" I walked towards the stone bowl and dipped the sword in the water. The blade shimmered and glowed in the water. I took it out from the water and placed it back inside the scabbard and strapped it. I covered it with my sweatshirt and looked around watching other weapons that had the names of other families engraved on them. I walked towards the exit and placed my hands on the wall. The wall opened and we walked on the other side, in the basement and the wall behind us turned solid.

My breath grew heavier, and even with all my fury, I knew fists wouldn’t hold them back forever. I grabbed Legion. The sword sang the song of death as I drew it from the sheath. The steel sparkled under the moonlight. For a moment, the soldiers faltered and I could smell the fearful thoughts that rummaged through their minds. They had seen what this sword could do, and even they were not blind to fear. “Too late to run now,” I whispered. And then I cut them down. Legion tore through armor like paper, slicing bodies in half, cutting men down before they could even scream.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

“First, she could tell. And second, I don’t ever want to lose in a swordsmanship duel against anyone my age or younger than me.” “Huh,” I muttered. “What drives you? You want to become the strongest swordsman?” “Yes. It’s the pride of wielding this sword on my waist.” He told me, while tapping his palm twice on the hilt of his sword— Crepusculum Ignotum. “Even though it’s a legend… You do know that the strongest swordsman is one of the legendary twelve apostles, right?” “Hmm… I don’t know about that.” He murmured. “But I swear not to lose to anyone my age or younger than me ever since that one defeat I had with a friend of mine.”

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

After his laughter subsided, he explained, "Why huh? The answer to that question dates back to eons ago. Why I did this was because this world's Creator had been destroyed. Logically, your world should've been destroyed too. Yet, as a ruler, I've allowed your company to remain in this world for long enough. For this, you should be thankful.” "You seek to destroy us, yet expect our gratitude?" Strider looked at the man coldly. "You're quite capable. You found the Timewinder that even I couldn’t locate. If only I were not greatly weakened," the man said as he looked at Strider. "Who are you?" Helen asked with a frown. "Allow me to introduce myself. I go by the codename Shadowblade and I am par

Am I to be sold? As I thought about these, I felt light and free. I was on a horse, charging into battle. I was holding a large sword, a large armor strapped around my body, and a quiver with arrows was tied to my back. There were shouts everywhere as other people, dressed in the same way I was, charged forward towards the enemy. I saw that there was no one in particular I was fighting but men fell from their horses as I charged towards them. And when my arrows were finished, I released my wolf, who tore limbs from limbs and wreaked havoc. Then my head hit something hard and as I opened my eyes, there were men in hoods all around me.

The Lifeless Sword Technique came from a mysterious supreme powerhouse known as the Innate Supreme Deity. Legend has it that he was a martial Path ancestor, and Greg wanted to find out more from Lynn. However, she said nothing else. Greg was a little disappointed about this.

’ 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.