Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

The boy then stretched his right hand forward and summoned his trusted weapon as a faint blue light spiraled in his grasp, along with a sharp scimitar materializing in his hand. Without wasting more time than he already did, he charged at Evan head on. Evan was quick to block the attack with his sword, and hold off the enemy. Mayari then jump and attack from above with another knife made from ice. The boy noticed and quickly cast a magical barrier from above that impeded Mayari's attack. While the boy is distracted above, Evan then used all of his might to push the boy's blade and swiping his feet below, attempting to knock off the enemy.

I use my magic to conjure a table of weapons in front of Damian. “Choose your weapon!” I shout down at him. Damian comes to the table to pick out two swords with serrated blades. This man sure did love his swords. I nod at a servant of mine to ready himself to pull a lever. “Release the Kaiju!” And with that my servant pulls the lever. *Damian*

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

Adrian’s gaze was ice-cold. Madi, enraged, retorted, “Who do you think you are? Do you really believe you’re still a heavenly expert?” He couldn’t believe Adrian had such strength. Although Adrian's sword techniques were cunning and strange, Madi was sure his skills matched up. To Adrian, however, Madi was already defeated. “Then watch closely,” he said as he drew his sword and struck forward. “This sword of mine is called the Solitary Sword!” A majestic and overwhelming aura erupted from Adrian, dominating everything in its path.

Not even a mage of the Nirvana Realm could safely be certain of victory against foes like them. But Xiao Chen was looking graver and grimmer by the second. He raised his arms, weaving his magic suddenly. Winds churned and tossed in resonance to his powers and hundreds of swords materialized in thin air, glinting like silvery serpents under the dismal luminescence of the moon. The tips of the swords trained upon the figures of the Black and White Supremes, their steel ringing anxiously like serpents eager to strike. "I'll repeat. Release her."

“If it’s a blessing then it’s not a misfortune and if it’s a misfortune then it’s unavoidable” Apart from the people watching the scene in the temple’s main hall a few others were also watching secretly, the king was watching from his palace through a magic mirror while all five utmost exalted elders were in another room within the temple also watching through a magic mirror, despite the difference in location they all had one thing in common and it was their stunned expression. Sword-saint Predator was feeling amazed at first when eight runes lit up but couldn’t help but feel a bit worried when ten runes lit but then all of a sudden twelve runes lit up and now he didn’t know if he should la

With just a wave of his hand, he could turn his hand into a sword at will. "It's time to try the master's art. Eight flying swords!" Long Chen said, summoning eight swords equivalent to sacred artifacts. "Sacred swords? But… Life-swallowing sword!" BOOMMM.. "Ugh!" Long Chen was once again violently thrown by the right general. But as he was thrown, the right general did not notice the small smile on Long Chen's face.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

Sebastian had never seen a swordsman in his life so it naturally came as a shock to him. Swordsmen were those who practiced the ancient ways of the sword, sacred to the swordsmen who came before them. Sebastian cut through the attack like it was paper. "Way of Air!" Tim steeled himself to the ground and tightened his grip on his sword. "Wind Blade!" He was still puzzled at the limit of his opponent's skills. Sebastian out of boredom ran forward at the blade formed of wind that came at him, "Happy man slash!" He made a move on the sport and cut through Tim's attack again like it was paper. He ran at Tim with a smile on his face.

Hai Mingyue shouted, unleashing the massive sword toward the carriage. “You really haven’t changed at all—your power has grown even stronger, hasn’t it, Goddess of Nature?” A figure darted swiftly out of the horse-drawn carriage. With an imposing posture, the figure drew his sword, then, using his own unique sword style, he began to try to parry Hai Mingyue’s attack. “Sword Heart, Thousand Wind Slashes!” the man shouted, making slashes at a speed invisible to the ordinary eye. BOOOOOOMMMMM