Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

He sat cross legs at the depth of the pool, opening his eyes, he saw the figure who took him to the pool. “Who are you?” he asked once again. “I am Ha chi, the master of the seven swords of a maniac, I once possessed the Dragon spirit, before I died, I am your predecessor” Miles didn't know anything about himself, he knew he had an abnormal strength, he could defeat Rogan with just a punch, and he could heal with just water. "Lend me your body, I want to revenge my death, and I will bestow the sword of a maniac”

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

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."

He was in a sorry state. He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?” James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.” It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying. “One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?” James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”

Did they not settle on one yet? After some thought, Madeline replied. [The makeup seems to be pointing you toward the swordsman. However, I reckon the swordsman's too plain and doesn't quite capture your vibe. A sorcerer or an assassin, with their hint of mystery and chill, that's more your speed.] Silence followed. Madeline figured he might be annoyed. A swordsman was, after all, Skylandia's flagship role. She did not sweat it, though. Later, her phone pinged with two new photos.

“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

Not in a 'wizard' way, but a swordsman way. there are 2 kinds of magic user. The first one is a wizard where you can attack even if you don't have a weapon. Just your magic. The second is 'Infuser' where you have to infuse you weapons with mana to strengthen it and make it more powerful. Just like if you have a sword, dagger or even a spear But even if you have enough Mana in your body, you have to make a contract with a spirit to be able to use it. And i was told by daddy that he was able to form a contract with the light and dark spirits

Rhychard sheathed the short swords and drew the Guardian Sword. Jerome hopped out of the Firebird, firing shot after shot at Rhychard. The magic sword deflected each one, sending it safely into the concrete. The driver abandoned the car, which was now blocking the ramp completely, and fired his own 9mm. Okay, this part I didn't consider. Rhychard kept the sword upright in front of him, its power drawing the bullets to it and sending them off to either side.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

"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