Legend Of The Swordsmen の小説・ストーリー

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

Death, on the other side, has nothing else in his hand but his long black scythe as a weapon. In a few moments, they suddenly rushed at each other and started to exchange blows and attacks. My mouth went agape because of extreme astonishment. This is what they called magic. And it really does exist. A series of shockwaves were created by strong forces resonating from both of them. They were awesome! Both don’t want to give in. They kept on attacking each other. It felt like I was watching a live action of an anime scene. Just missing popcorn and chairs… and the mood is all set.

The purple light from his palms crawled from its hilth into its clear, sharp shaft until the tip, emitting purple smoke around its whole length. But King Astius didn't fear it. In fact, he looked like nothing would scare him now. Without hesitation, he thrusted the sword forward. King Marcellus twitched his sword for a bit and eagerly countered the attack. King Astius was surprise at his strength. He was only using one hand while the other one with the whip was still pinning King Ambrose on air yet he possessed an unbelievable strength. Their weapons kept clashing hard against each other and neither of them wanted to slow down or slack off. Both were desperate to claim the prize of honor and

Yang chuckled and continued, "The third great thing is related to a legend that was circulated on the continent in the past. Does anyone know Sword Daimon, who was once a peerless genius on the continent?" Most of the surrounding people stood gazing at one other. A man who looked slightly older than other people frowned and thought hard. Suddenly, he thought of something and said in surprise, "Sword Daimon? He and "Three Thousand Swords" Shi Yihuang were regarded as the Two Supreme Swordsmen outside the God's Palace. Could it be him? He is both good and evil, coming and going like a shadow. In order to repay someone who had given him some beancurd jelly as breakfast, he killed 800 people in

Lorist rose up out of the horde of individuals. An unpleasant looking man with an unshaven face wearing an old calfskin protective layer ran towards him while unsheathing his two-gave greatsword. Raising his cutting edge high, he thundered, "Aha, Lorist! I'm here to demand a duel with you… " The two-gave blade transmitted a sparkling light that connoted his power as a Two Star Silver Swordsman.

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."

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Then he pulled out the long sword on his back, and a sharp Sword Qi overwhelmed Xuanyuan Lige. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto also pulled out their Japanese knives and surrounded Xuanyuan Lige in a triangle with Kyo Chiba. With the Genuine Qi, the Japanese knives in their hands emitted incomparably sharp Knife Qi. Xuanyuan Lige did not even take out her long sword. She looked at the three of them with a sneer. At this point, how could she not see through the tricks of Kyo Chiba? If she had not met the Sage, she really wouldn't be able to fight against the three Saint-level experts. Even if she could escape, she would inevitably be seriously injured.