Nine Yang Sword Saint Novels & Stories

He clasped his hands together, quietly smiling, as his prior chummy countenance vanished and a regal aura emanated from him in an instant. The aura was so intense that I automatically raised my hands to shield my eyes, but it vanished as fast as it appeared. "Hmm, my aura reserves are running low, and I'm guessing I'm also running out of time. But don't worry, as Sword Saint, I promise to pass on the sword technique that I have perfected over my life to you and your friend over there. Sword Saint Kamish is my name." “...” "You don't know who I am? At the very least, my title? Really? " In amazement, the man inquired, "What year is it?"

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The effect is damage when using the sword. Yao Tai held the sword and played with it. He really felt like a real swordsman right now. With this, he could accurately locate [stab] into the bones of the skeleton. You don't have to worry about it not hitting the bone When using [stab]. Before that, he was reluctant to use the skill [Stab] because he was worried that his sword would pass through the skeleton's body, so he mostly used his fist and elbow.. لكن Now, you don't need to worry because he possessed the [Sword Mastery] skill. The combination of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was great.

[Loose Cultivator: Jacket] [Occupation: Sword repairman] [Realm: Late stage of Qi refining] 【Health：2460/2550】 [Strength: 32] [Psychic power: 30] [Defense: 28] [Speed: 36] [Equipment: Spiritual Product·Thunder Knife] [Sword Technique: Gangfeng Sword Technique (small)] [Martial Skill: Crazy Sword Slash (Beginner)] [Movement Technique: Penetrating Mist (small)] Upon seeing the opponent's attributes, Sebastian couldn't help but sigh, "So weak!" He marveled at the fact that his early Qi refining stage had already surpassed his opponent, who was only at the later Qi refining stage, in terms of overall strength. [Player: Sebastian] [Occupation: Sword Cultivator] [Realm: Early stage of Qi refining]

The realm's number one figure, Light Divine Holy Land's Holy Lord, Emerald In Fire, had his head crushed by their former Saint, Travis! "How dare you, you bastard?!" Zayn charged forward with his sword, not caring about anything else. His sword was named Bright Authority, forged from Nine Light Divine Iron, and was perfectly matched his Light Deity Sword Technique. It was with this sword that Zayn killed a stage-four major martial god demon when he was still at stage two, making him the third-ranked among the Light Divine Holy Land's inner disciples, after only Travis and Gina. "No!" Sensing the residual True Light Fist aura in the air, Gina's mind raced.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

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.

Yet, the swordsmanship she wielded troubled him slightly. "What formidable swordsmanship!" he thought. "Gideon, witness the might of my clan's Tallon Nine Swords. Come down here! Mystic Supreme Bone belongs to Brantley." Harmoni brandished her sword. Gideon's expression turned serious, though a smile played on his lips. "Tallon Nine Swords is truly extraordinary. Unfortunately, your skill level is low. Stand down!" With one palm strike, Gideon subdued Harmoni. "Divine Starfall Strike." Harmoni launched her special technique once more.

“Speaking of which… Do you know the names of the nine other ancient holy swords? Do you know where they are? I’d like to obtain them!” said Gerald, clearly interested in the swords. After all, now that he already had one of them, there was no reason for him not to get the other nine.