Nine Yang Sword Saint Novels & Stories

“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.

She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky. Blood covered her hands. Around her... The Nine Doors burned. She whispered only one sentence. "I'm sorry..." Then she disappeared. Another mirror. Edward. Standing before an enormous throne. Holding the Ninth Cipher. Smiling. Not like himself. Like someone else entirely. Another mirror. Lucien. Fighting hundreds of shadow figures until he finally dropped his sword... ...and willingly knelt before the darkness. Mirror after mirror revealed impossible futures. Some hopeful. Most horrifying. Finally Adrian looked at the stranger.

Although he maintained his composure, he was internally shocked by the revelation. ‘It came from another universe? How could that be?’ thought James. The Ancestral Sword Mater said, “The Lord of the Ninth Universe is the most skilled swordsman ever to exist. My swordsmanship originated from the Ninth Universe. The Ninth Universe’s Lord taught me about the Five Great Sword Realms.

Plus, the maids around them were still oblivious of her arrival, probably because they were too busy staring at her husband's body and she didn't like that either. Nine felt her cheeks redden at the thought. "Hmm," Ora said, now looking at Nine with a tired look on her face. "It's funny how you use that baby voice of yours and I can't say no to that, can I? Come on," They walked outside now, Nine's arm locked around Ora's as the female said, "We still haven't picked something yet. Any suggestions?" Nine's thoughts went back to Lior again. He seemed... Good with the sword. And it seemed like he enjoyed it, considering as it was the only thing he did that an emotion of any sort showed on his f

His sword sliced through the air, unleashing a powerful force akin to a hundred swords striking the massive stone. The boulder fragmented, yet Kenru stood before me, his back turned. The scent of his masculine presence was unmistakable. "Tigrani's hair is immortal. You don't step this close to snakes," he said, addressing me. He pointed his sword's tip toward the hair strands surrounding my feet. Swiftly, he severed them, then hauled me closer with a powerful pull. His strength was overwhelming, his grip nearly all-encompassing. "How sweet. The bastard of the 9th kingdom, Kenru Zorwig, or should I say Prince Kenru Rousad?"

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

“Sect Master Grant, The Sky Genesis Swords belong to those with destiny. Now that eight swords are gathered, it’s the perfect time to reveal the treasure map and seek the ninth sword. “I didn’t cross the void just to watch you put on a show. If you insist on fighting, then consider me your enemy!” At those words, boundless energy surged from Lionel, filling the surroundings. Their stances instantly infuriated Gabriel. “Gentlemen...” Gabriel’s expression turned cold as he scoffed. “The nine Sky Genesis Swords are indeed crucial, but my guardians died by his hands. Am I not allowed to avenge them? He must die today!” With that, Gabriel transformed into a cloud of green smoke. It was one of his

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.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

"Yang Xiao, you must die today. Your existence has made the bishop very dissatisfied. Now, I'll deal with you personally." He raised his long sword and walked towards Yang Xiao's face from afar. Yang Xiao was forced back by the six guards. Soon after, the sword of the 9th Paladin appeared in front of him. Seeing that he was about to die, Yang Xiao no longer had the strength to fight back. "You're dead for sure today!" The ninth Paladin was sure to win. Suddenly, the sound of a crossbow whistling came from the side. The target was the sword in the ninth Paladin's hand.