Legend Of The Swordsmen Novels & Stories

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

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

I frown looking at it. “That’s your family crest, Rosalie.” Cain states. “The Sullivan crest.” My eyes widen and I take the ring out and examine it. It has a wolf’s head etched into it with three swords behind it, one coming straight down the middle and the others crossed diagonally. “While the ring is yours, it isn’t safe for you to wear it or to let anyone but me and Cain see it.” Aeron states. “Why not?” I ask, looking up at him.

I ordered. “There was no need to raise your voice, Legendary Luke. Yelling at me will do you no good, but since you’ve insisted, I’ll tell you who it is,” Ryu added as his throat. “This very man is said to be a legendary swordsman. This man is an alpha of the all alpha pack. This man was said to be the first wolf to single-handedly wipe out two packs at a go without sustaining a scratch…” Without sustaining a scratch? Where have I heard this rumor before? I thought.

the burly man laughed scornfully, and of course was greeted with a small smile by Zhou Fu. "Well, you guys are permitted to run whenever you can!" Zhou Fu now drew the sword he was carrying, the sword flashed dazzlingly in the eyes of those who looked at him, indicating that the sword is made from a great material. The bearded man with a slender build seemed to frown for a moment. The man’s was named Ming Tian, ​​one of the swordsmen from the land of Shamo who was quite famous for his knowledge of the legendary sword heirloom. Ming Tian spent almost his entire life researching the various heirloom swords around the world. Collecting it in the form of information that he packed in a book of s

“Welcome to this class. My name is Lucas, and I’ll be your instructor for today. Before we begin, I want to remind you all that the purpose of this class is to teach you how to protect yourself in dangerous situations. It’s not about brute strength or aggression, but rather using your body and mind to outsmart your opponent and escape unharmed. Now, let’s get started.” Enora listened intently as Lucas explained the fundamentals of self-defense, his words resonating with her on a deeper level. She had always been fascinated by martial arts and combat techniques, but she had never had the opportunity to learn them properly. Now, with Lucas as her instructor, she felt a surge of excitement and

"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.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

The other two also struck out together. The duo held two lances and danced them chaotically as they stabbed them at Leonardo, making it impossible to see exactly which body part of the person they were stabbing into. All in all, it was strikingly similar to its name—invisible! “Phantom Sword!” The last man with the sword gritted his teeth and put his unique skill to use. Instantaneously, his swords became blurry, as if two or three swords were stabbing at Leonardo at the same time. “Not bad!” Leonardo’s intuition told him that these guys weren’t that simple to deal with!

“The sword might be your ceremonial sword to show off, Elison will train you with the sword since I don’t have patience for that kind of training. You need a new sword that you can defend yourself with. I will speak to Orel about this issue.” “Must it be a single sword, cannot I use double?” I asked as Gwenn eyes raised at me. “People who can master double swords are extremely good swordsmen and are rare. Those gifted with the ability of double swords are even rarer. Try to stick to an easy field before you try your hand at something which you cannot do.” Gwenn said as I bit my tongue not to reply her. “I will tell Orel about your sword mishap.” Gwenn said as she made a move to leave.