Ryujin Sword Novels & Stories

He drove the illusory light sword, which was 100 meters long, toward Zephyr Khan. "At this moment, I'm afraid that Li Zhixing really has no way to resist!" "This Jian Yu is indeed the real God's favored son! His swordskill is unparalleled!" "Even from such a distance, the terrifying sword Focus in it makes me tremble with fear!" "It's such a pity. Although Li Zhixing is excellent, he is still a little inferior to Jian Yu!" "Jian Yu's unique skill is a real trump card!" "A sword is better than a sword! Li Zhixing will lose!"

raved Yao Rui at the time. "Tch! Let's just get started now!" Zhou Fu growled and immediately started the attack without waiting for Yao Rui's reply. "Ha ha ha! You will pay dearly for your arrogance, little brat!” Yao Rui took out his heirloom sword without pulling it from the sheath. It was one of the peerless heirloom swords that had the power equivalent to a thousand heirlooms fused into one. In fact, even though it was still wrapped in its sheath, the sword was capable of slicing a human body into two in one fell swoop.

Unlike Tokyo or Hokkaido, the clothes are westernized. Ryujin started right away. It's good at Samurai. He has smooth moves and moves that I feel like I want to imitate. This is what they call the art of sword fighting. In the movies, you can't just be good with the sword. It should be you know how the art of sword fight does. This is a technique that makes the viewers copy the movie because it was beautifully executed. Ryujin moves like that.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.

After all, why would the swordsman angrily materialize a regular sword after seeing the extent of his ability. ‘He has access to rare spatial rings. There must be something special about this sword. I have to be careful.' Old man Jenkins thought as he briefly looked over the swordsman shoulders and saw that Ruthless had grabbed Wilson by the collar of his button-up shirt that was riddled with holes in the front from him taking the male twin oldie’s punches. Before he could make out anything else, the swordsman groaned and swung his double handed claymore horizontally from the left, intending to split him in half at the waist. Old man Jenkins immediately faced his own troubles first.

Even the katana in his hand was cut into two pieces. Clank. Clank. Clank. Rock Field and his broken katana fell to the floor one after another. This was Ryosuke’s well-known move in the entire Japanese Ninja Skills world, the quick draw technique. It was fast, fierce, and accurate. The opponent usually could not see the moves. At the moment of drawing the sword, the opponent’s life was taken away. Ryosuke slowly put the sword back into the scabbard and said to himself, “Dad, this is the first enemy I killed with my own hands. There will be the second and third, until all Iga Ninjas are killed!”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The two other ninjas immediately swung their swords down at him, but he had already rolled over and sprang to his feet, taking hold of the leader's sword in the process and arming himself. One of the ninjas looked at their leader wailing on the ground and then back at his sword in his hands. Rojan cocked his head at him, raising his brows. He had now evened the fight, using a sword against them, as befitting their samurai status. They charged at him, swinging their swords through the air, he defended himself, blocking and dodging. Soon enough, the third ninja he had swung against the pillar had recovered and returned, joining in the sword fight.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

- Everyone was quiet. "Its currently wielded by 'Issei Hyoudou', the current Sekiryuutei." - Yet another piece of information that made them even more shocked than before. (((((He's such a monster!))))) Wielder of a Longinus with a Dragon sealed inside it, killed a being of Legend, friends with many Gods and Legendary creatures, and now wielder of one of the 4 Strongest Holy Swords. Each day, Hyoudou Issei became an even more unfathomable existence for them.