Legend Of Swordsman Novels & Stories

He couldn’t make out the words, but the feeling of being thrown away was surreal to the large man. “Prideful Sword: Counter of the Half-Moon” That was what Lam had uttered. Those soft words that Black Saga couldn’t make out formed the name of the technique Lam was using. It was a technique that Mane wasn’t fond of using, but Lam loved to call upon. It was one of the techniques of the Prideful Sword, and one of the three skills of the Prideful Sword that Lam had picked up in the past one month of training with Mane. Dance of the Half-Moon, Guard of the Half-Moon, and Counter of the Half-Moon were the three skills he had picked up so far. And although his level of mastery with the former two w

“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.” After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man. Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul. “It's getting late. It’s time to send you back.” As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “I don’t know your name yet.” “I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo S

Lana smile then look at the sword on my side so I look at it to just to be confused. “That sword, I told you before that THAT sword is a legendary sword owned by the first grand king of Evetora given by the goddess. That sword holds the magic that can destroy magic like that mists.” Lana said as I pull my sword and look at it. “What do you mean... but how?” I said looking at the sword. “Concentrate your magic and then use the sword then aim it to the sky.” Lana said and I look at the sword. I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into the sword and I open my eyes just to smile seeing that the jade sword glows. I am about to raise the sword as my magic is like a water being poured into a gla

Then, as they watched, the fire began to cool and harden until it became solid metal, gleaming in the light from the windows. "This sword will last until I choose to dismiss it or create a new one," Legion said, testing the weight of the blade in his hand. "I can make any weapon I need this way. Swords, axes, spears, hammers, even shields if necessary. And each one is perfectly balanced for my fighting style." He swung the sword through the air a few times, and Lynn could hear the whooshing sound it made as it cut through the air with incredible speed and precision.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

"The Sword Blast would remain the most powerful swordsmanship through eternity—have you heard about that?" The mysterious man exuded a powerful aura as he spoke. If there were other sect masters present at the time, they would have been shocked. The Sword Blast would remain the most powerful swordsmanship through eternity—was the representative of the Saber Saint, Preston Medina, a legend in the world of cultivators from about 20 years ago.

"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

After saying that, Kyo Chiba turned the sword into a bolt of lightning and cut straight at Xuanyuan Lige's face. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto had worked with Kyo Chiba for many years and they knew each other very well. The moment Kyo Chiba took out his sword, they also drew their swords. The swords light and the Sword Qi of Kyo Chiba were mixed together, covering the whole world, leaving no gap. If Xuanyuan Lige was still at the early stage of the Saint Realm, she would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

Some people in the crowd also recognized the real identity of the elegant middle-aged man. "Three Thousand Swords" Shi Yihuang was a legendary figure ten years ago. It was said that he had three thousand swords on his palm and had defeated countless swordsmen and masters. His strength was so powerful that some people even called him the No. 1 Swordsman on the Eastern Continent. He was regarded as the most promising young human genius on the Eastern Continent to challenge the peerless Eldest and the Thirteenth Divine Princes in the God's Palace. Moreover, Shi Yihuang was a man who was ready to stand out for justice and abhorred evils as deadly foes. He suited the action to the word. He was a