Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

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.

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

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

” Harz said. “Do you know where Larz is?” Nyoman asked. “Don’t know, don’t care. Good night.” Harz said starting to sleep. “For crying out loud, but he’s got a point there. It’s gonna be a fair play.” Wayan said upset The 4 sages are watching the fray. “We are the Swordsman of the Stars! I”m Barz, the ox.” A man who wears a Viking helmet which horns look like sharp blades said.

I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five. "You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse. He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me. "That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

For a moment, he felt like he was God. While the robotic 2Pac was trying to land a punch on Mark’s body, Mark activated the laser sword feature on his suit. When the furious energy sword emerged out of the suit, it looked like a medieval double-edged sword made of molten hot lava. Mark brought the laser sword down on 2Pac’s head. When 2Pac’s arm came up to block the sword, sparks flew. Some sparks flew in Mark’s face, burning his chin and nose.

Chapter 90: Marvelous Opportunity “BEING a sword master doesn’t mean we will only use swords alone forever. That’s not like that. It’s a misconception, a prejudice about our group. We’re not just muscle headed people. We also use our brains. Sword masters are bearer type mages who give their mana to their mediums—which are swords—to produce even greater results,” their instructor said. It is the third day of Luna’s play time. Today, Tiffany is discussing something about their group’s specialty—sword.