Novelas y relatos de Medieval Swordsman

"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

“Swords are for lords.” The metal and smithing made swords a rich man’s weapon amongst the humans, Thaelen realized. Where Rupert had been large and slow, Micon was quick and graceful. He jabbed at Thaelen with the steel tip and Thaelen complicitly swayed out of the reach of that sharp point, before returning the move. Micon immediately flipped his spear, holding it double handed as a bow, blocking Thaelen with a clack of wood to wood, striking at Thaelen’s feet with the heel of the bow as he used the movement to step to the side.

XII The samurai walked down the path. Olgierd looked at him. That man was strange. His hair was strangely placed on the top of his head. He carried two swords, the long one was on his back while the normal one was around his waist. Both of the swords were made in the same pattern. The long was twice the size of the normal one. Olgierd betted that the samurai's second sword was lighter than his. The shape and the curve meant that the sword-man was extremely fast. He heard stories about them, unlike most people, Olgierd believed in stories.

Chaos said. The man was a deadly tornado with the twin swords twirling in his hands. He kept on missing the vital parts but his opponent was already bleeding in many parts of his body. Despite being clothed in armor, the hook of his sword was able to squeeze some cuts in the place where the armor can’t cover. Even his fighting style was not that of a knight. It was more like a barbarian whose strikes had no sense of direction. He was just attacking to wound or kill.

Some people in the crowd also recognized the real identity of the elegant middle-aged man. "Three Thousand Swords" Shi Yihuang was a legendary figure ten years ago. It was said that he had three thousand swords on his palm and had defeated countless swordsmen and masters. His strength was so powerful that some people even called him the No. 1 Swordsman on the Eastern Continent. He was regarded as the most promising young human genius on the Eastern Continent to challenge the peerless Eldest and the Thirteenth Divine Princes in the God's Palace. Moreover, Shi Yihuang was a man who was ready to stand out for justice and abhorred evils as deadly foes. He suited the action to the word. He was a