Seeking The Flying Sword Path Novels & Stories

All of that struggle, pain, and sacrifice finally had gotten him this treasure of a paper in his pack. Boro found himself turning from a crying Nila. He walked away from the academy town and made his way westward. He had heard that the hermit sword master, Tutija Hutton, was living in the mountainous region of Galaos, Gladous. Rumors said that a man carrying a pale white blade had been spotted some years ago traveling that way. It wasn't much to go on but if it had even the smallest grain of truth in it he would go. Tutija is currently the greatest of the living sword masters in Galaos, at least according to all those who know anything about sword skills. He could be the only person to train

said a bandit. “Huh! The Flying Feather Sword Skill is a skill unique to the Feather Peak. He must be an elite of the Feather Peak. We must have been too careless in the past for The Boundless Academy to notice us,” said the gaunt man grimly. “Everybody speed up! We’ll be in the clear once we’re out of this forest,” shouted another one of the bandits.

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

Selflessly repaired the village teleportation array, benefiting others, rewarded with +20 reputation. Reputation again? That was acceptable; at least there was a decent reward. "The teleportation array is fixed. Young man, where would you like to teleport to?" "The Heavenly Sword Sect." "No problem. The Heavenly Sword Sect is a great place for seeking immortality and enlightenment. The disciples under Elder Song are the most patient, and being his disciple would bring great benefits." Sebastian didn't expect that the old man would also give him a great recommendation. It seemed like a little extra perk for fixing the teleportation array.

It was the first time they were traveling in flying artifacts like this. Seva did not wait for Dorian to reply. She lifted the boat into the sky right away. "Goodbye, Elder Dorian. We're leaving!" With that, the boat disappeared in a flash of light to the place where the sect master would discuss sect matters. They were headed to Path Seeking Sect's First Peak. … At the entrance of the Path Seeking sect, Jasper appeared impressively with the elite generals of the Great Emerald Empire to welcome them. He sat poised on the flying bridge as he watched his men interact with the guards of the Path Seeking Sect.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

It's not possible to live if he fell down from that height. But Blaze is praying that the boy must have got stuck by a branch or something. Because, he saw the faces of both the parents, and they are very hopeful that their boy is still alive and the fairy goddess wouldn't hurt them by taking away their son. Upon searching for more than an hour, everyone came back empty handed. Except Blaze, all the Dragon warriors came back empty handed. Blaze is yet to come back. He followed a path that looked rough and a little off. It looked like it's man made and not at all natural. So he flew through that path, which was actually carved like stone steps to walk down the hill.

A katana to be more exact, a black sheath with painted on flames and a red braided tassel on the handle. Fenrir and Lucia both look at each other and know that they have found what they are looking for. Fenrir grabs the sword, he can feel the power emanating from it almost like it was calling to him. "We should try and find an exit, we can come back for the scrolls after." "What about the others? Shouldn't we try to find them?" "That path they took was probably a dead-end or an exit. Besides, we still can't exit the way we came. We can find them after we find a way out of here."

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

"Before you left the Capital, that's what you said about this Felwyr business, but now you're here and you got nothing to show for it aside from a wounded leg." "Okay, okay, sixty-ish...? No, eighty, I say eighty. Eighty percent sure." Minos grabbed an arrow from his quiver and planted its pointy head on a part of the map, right in the middle of what was supposedly the Roewing sea. "And here, on this uncharted island here, this is where Cassana's father hid the sword." "There are hundreds of islands in the Roewing sea. You want us to go island hopping? That will take us moths, maybe even a year."