Saints Sword Novels & Stories

This excellent man had no idea that I and Henry had only lasted so long because of my abilities. But a saint of the sword? What is that title, and how does it qualify for such a title? Selena, the Sword Master, is a name I've heard of. Is it the same thing? "Hey, kid, I don't typically say things like this, but you two seem special, so I'll say a few words here." “Kamish...my name isn't important to remember, but my title is the Sword Saint, which I hope you remember well. Maybe study it a little further when you leave here."

When did such a strong person appear in the world of cultivators? "A giant sword?" Alora noticed the massive sword on Preston's back. Her body trembled, and she had an epiphany. She asked with a trembling tone, "Are you Preston Medina? The unbeatable Saber Saint from more than a decade ago?" Her legs were shaky, making it difficult for her to stand straight.

He quietly climbed up the hill and peeked over the top. Under the moonlight, Sword Lake shimmered beautifully, its ripples glittering like glass. On the shore below, a dozen men were retreating in formation, definitely from Swordhaven Keep. Among them were Onyx and Ivory from before. However, one figure stood apart from the rest, tall and steady at the edge of the lake. The moonlight touched his face, casting sharp shadows across his unreadable expression. That had to be Alfredo, the Sword Saint who ranked third on the Titan List.

You are undefeated to receive the power of the celestial Martial Saint. Immediately shining colors in a form of light blue, green, yellow, and pure white descended from the four corners in the spiritual realm into my system. I started feeling the heat of the fire. I thought I was in flames but I was not burning. The heat continued for some time and it stopped. The voice continued, as a celestial martial saint, you are entitled to a grand weapon. The holy bully sword has enough power to conquer and bully every other sword being a grand weapon from the spiritual realm or ordinary spiritual weapon. Now get ready for your holy sword.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

For against an opponent of such agility, a single blade light would definitely not do the trick. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square” *Rumble* Four lightning clad sword lights burst forth from the stone sword. Each sword light contained the power of several stars, and a hit from any was enough to severely wound a powerful being – even one such as strong as the Ebony Panther King – much less four. Accompanied by the thunderous roars of thunder they quickly assembled into a perfect square and headed towards the Ebony Panther King.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

, the blade of his sword struck Robert's rib, which tried only a small parry to the blow with the side of the sword, yet it had been served precisely in the helmet whose blow had been smashed, hit over another friend of the sword fell and stumbled on his feet, stumbled over his dying companion, and fell into the watering-place of the horses which rolled over him with all the dirty water full on the bottom of the damp, green mud, which ran down his head. There were streaks on his face, which blackened his face, rose black on his face, his clothes wet, and went to the knight who pushed him so naughtily, struck with both hands on the handle the sword of the bold, who contented himself with forc

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*