Medieval Swordsman Novels & Stories

Alexander had come across a person performing a sword stance. Observing the technique, Alexander recognized it as the Moon Deity's Nine Slashes. It seemed that he had been observing the sword moves for a long time, picking up on the sword intent without practicing it. However, just watching without engaging in practice had its limitations and setbacks. "Kill!" The figure suddenly turned, eyes glowing crimson, and drew a rusty sword with a swift, straightforward motion. The attack was devoid of any flair or vigor, a stark display of pure, unadulterated swordsmanship.

A boisterous cry rang out as a group of dark formally dressed fighters walked towards the square. Sword sparkles pointed at his throat, lower middle and chest, the brutish man stopped without moving an inch. The frightening part was that two of the blade sparkles that were pointed at him were significantly longer than his own. The proprietors of those blades were most certainly Three Star Silver Swordsmen. The couple of different men who accompanied the brutish man speedily endeavored to conceal their weapons.

said Zhan and slowly closed in like a predator that was stalking his prey. He drew his sword, which had the narrow and curvy design of a Huzhidian blade. Even though the blade was small and light, it was still considered one of the strongest and best of all the Nine Kingdoms' weapons—a source of pride for Huzhidis, who saw their swords as a living being. He pointed his sword towards Akana, who could do nothing but glare at him. He could not gather any energy to run, but he staggered himself towards the edge and grimaced as he realized where he was. He was at the top of Hexagon.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

This old monk was definitely not a normal person. His swordsmanship was of the highest quality, resonating with heaven and earth. There was diligence in every swing of his blade. In fact, as the gourd fell, it never came in contact with his sword, It was simply the aura of his blade that pushed the vessel back.

However, his whole name is even more grand, meaning the defender of the people. Looking at him like this, he's definitely a person who shines enough to live up to the name. In addition, he was wearing the gorgeous long sword known as the Sword of Helios on his waist. It suited him so well that the blacksmith 500 years ago must have made it with him in mind. It's not as though Maria had never seen any handsome man before. But to think that Maria, who usually doesn't pay much attention to people's appearance, had praised him so much at the very first sight, he's really phenomenal.

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.

Years of dealing with individuals had polished his capacity to make snap judgements based only on appearances. "We'd like to purchase two swords." His previously sluggish countenance lighted up again at those words, and he was ready for business. "What kind of sword do you want?" I paused for a moment, unable to come up with an answer. I wasn't exactly a swordsman. "A double-edged sword is light with a thin blade, and the handle and sheath must be light as well." "Hmm, more specific than I expected, but I believe we have some that meet the criteria." Reto unlocked the door behind him, which led to what appeared to be a storehouse. The merchant took a long time to return with two swords in a

In the world of swordsmanship, there are nine levels of strength which is the overall ability of a swordsman that is influenced by several factors at once. The most basic level of swordsman is the third grade swordsman, which is divided into three more levels, namely early, middle, and peak. Next were the second-class and first-class swordsmen who were also divided into three stages. These third, second, and first grade swordsmen on average still don't have an aura of color. Even so, their strength was still superior to that of twenty ordinary humans combined into one.

"I know this isn't the right time to ask, but what about the weapons and swords that I asked you to repair back then?" "Oh, that one? Yes, I forgot because of this sudden accident. It's over for today, and I'm planning to go to your house to discuss the matter with the Schneider group before finding out about my grandson's death,” the man licked his lower lip, then swung his hand, pulling out three weapons. Two short swords and one sword inherited from his grandfather. He checked Pierre's work but smiled with satisfaction. His grandfather's inherited sword looked much better than before. “Since you're a melee fighter, so I made two short swords for you, which can be elongated and sharp if yo