Noble's Slender Sword Farming Novels & Stories

"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.

I say showing the rainbow of colours in my eyes and raising ice spikes all around us blocking everyone out except me, Kane and Damon, Kane starts to circle the arena growling. “Don’t stop! Kill them all.” Damon commands his warriors. He takes his swords out and readies himself to fight me. I laugh inwardly, sword fighting is a thing of the past for most warriors but where I come from it is a necessity, you’re not a warrior until you learn to master sword fighting. I draw my sword handed down to me as the new Queen, it has Norse symbols etched into it made of silver and cuts through diamonds like butter. The second I raise my sword Damon attacks, sparks fly as they connect.

“Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourself,” Zeki replied, which we all turned to Wilt. “If I remembered correctly,” Li said, “Wilt can produce swords.” Our leader shrugged. “I might be a war brave.” “War braves can pop up their gods’ personal weapons,” Rad said while making himself a cocktail on the table. “But they don’t create swords out of their body like some human factory.” Wilt heaved a sigh as he conceded, “Fine then, so what if I’m a sword brave.”

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

Lazily as if all those worried faces were not directed to him, Nicklaus removed his sword too. But unlike Noah’s deadly sword, Nicklaus sword was just the normal sword. It looked weak compared to Noah’s and just one blow and it will break into pieces. The two sword were world apart and this busted ego and hope in Nephus soldiers.

says an aristocrat " Oh how I wish I could see it too" *giggle* " Oh my I didn't know you like such things" at Celeus amused question the rest of the room also started laughing " Of course, who wouldn't want to see that?" the rest of them agreed Celeus than stood up from his chair and put a big smile on his face " why didn't you say so from the start ofcourse I can help you with that" " Haha really?" " But ofcourse" Celeaus than took out his sword and cut the aristocrat's head off

The fairly small pommel is decorated with precious gems, fancy decorations for a fancy sword. Leela thought she saw the sword somewhere before but she couldn't remember where she saw it. She thought about asking Erza about the necklaces but she didn't want to ask too many questions. Four days later King Nolan set up a house carriage for Erza and Leela. The Lucky Kingdom was two days away they drove a carriage there.

"Shut up, you moron. You won't even be able to learn a low-level sword skill. Hahaha.” "You shut up instead, moron. Your mother is an idiot, your father is an idiot, and your entire family is an idiot!" “Quiet.” "Of course, I can teach you everything. Well, I might as well start teaching you right now." Immediately, the silence was deafening. However, a few people couldn't help but chuckle at the idiots. Otto was particularly dissatisfied with the nobles, who had been oblivious up to this point. A high-level sword technique is rarely common. Centuries ago, before the advent of mana, it was all about aura and weaponry.

I sounded genuinely surprised. “Well freak show over there never needed or actually tried it,” Nolan jerked his thumb towards Sebastian who rolled his eyes at him. “But my doubles, Luciana, and I could use a weapon. I am a sword master,” he declares with a smile that made me doubt whether he was exaggerating. Rowan frowned at Nolan’s term of calling them his doubles but confirmed his brother’s claim, “Only when needed,” he said “I use a sword too.” I looked at Luciana to ask her silently and she uttered, “I do archery.”

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.