Seirei No Blade Dance Novels & Stories

His blade radiated with an otherworldly light, allowing him to strike from unexpected angles and pierce even the most formidable armor. The harmony of their abilities was a testament to the depth of their bond. Elysia's elemental onslaught set the stage for Soraya's electrifying follow-ups, while Arinna's entangling nature magic created opportunities for Kael's precision strikes. They moved as one, their actions guided by instinct and honed through countless battles.

It was like a rotating invisible saber light storm, and no one else could approach them. The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique were displayed one by one, including Blade Five, Blade Eighteen, and so on. Styles of saber techniques were displayed by the four beautiful women. Every time they displayed one move at an incredible angle, it contained enough Saber Intent that could destroy the world. The attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, and the rumble grew louder and louder. It was like a thunderstorm in summer, and the rumbling of thunder rose and fell incessantly. Moreover, it grew faster and stronger.

It gave Q enough time to sheathe the blade and take a sword-drawing stance. “[Shigen-ryuu Ougi—Samidare.]” (Primordial Origin Sword-Style Secret Technique—Early Summer Rain) He unleashed his blade and cut the very air in front of him. The pressure from [Kotetsu] was intense. A single slash flowed through the air like a green stream. His blade connected with the cleaver. At that moment, several green slashes cut through the cleaver from all sides. The skill shattered the cleaver, blasting away the fragments from everyone.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

Alright, what a pain. “One second.” I opened my skill window and started scrolling. “Blade… blade… Oh, here it is.” [WIND BLADE]. Generic skill. I’ve seen this skill in a lot of animes and manga. But the upside is, I know exactly how this works. I clicked on the skill and motioned my hand at the chieftain. He was busy fighting with the human group that he didn’t notice us up here. “Wind blade.” Then I made a slashing motion, while imagining my blade to cut the chieftain’s head.

Destroying the Void was not weak, but Fane wanted to end things fast, so he chose to use Broken Soul Blade! As Fane started to form seals, a red broken blade appeared in front of him, floating in the air. The broken blade was shrouded in black mist, looking strange and mysterious. Everyone widened their eyes at the sight. Normally, warriors would only use one kind of technique. Even if they have learned a different one, it would be a speed time technique. They would only use one attacking technique.

She snarls as she stumbles, then recovers quickly, her elbow snapping into my ribs and pain flares bright, then fades too fast. I move before I finish the thought while my blade stays sheathed. I use my weight, my leverage, the angles I know. Selira adapts, teeth bared now, claws grazing my sleeve. The circle tightens and I feel eyes on every movement. My pulse stays steady and when I drive her back, it’s cleaner and faster than it should be. And somewhere beneath the heat in my skin, something pulls, as if the ground itself is urging me forward.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

The blue blade resounded in the sky, and the water swept over, and Haunt Uncle's whole body turned into a giant eruption of the sea. But at this moment, a rumbling, drumming resounded. Haunt Uncle surged with the mighty blade of the god blade, and suddenly trembled slightly. Trembling, not even a trillionth of a moment, even the countless experts watching the battle peak, have never felt it.