Snow Sword Stride 소설 & 이야기

Jackson shouted and slashed his sword forward, causing the snow in the sky to quickly gather together and head toward the Sword Energy like a blade made from a terrifying blizzard. When the two techniques collided, the Snowstorm attack was instantly scattered into snow. However, the snow continued rushing forward to attack James. James was forced to constantly back off by the rapidly attacking snow. He quickly cast one of the Thirteen Heavenly Sword techniques to materialize a shield and successfully blocked the snow blast. The onlookers could only see the two figures flashing in mid-air and their eyes could not keep up with James and Jackson. James unleashed the First Sword Energy of the Th

He opened his eyes, however, the wolf seemed to have disappeared, he twitched and his whole body trembled, the sun was high, and the clouds wandered in the sky like a beautiful painting as if spring knocked on the door accompanied by winter, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, snowflakes fall from the sky, his heart beats uncontrollably, he looks around, he gets up from the ground, apparently, the animal had really gone. A small snowflake falls directly on his nose, it is red, like fresh blood, and he swears to feel the ground tremble, the neighing of the horses hits his ears like a powerful song, and the sound of metal travels through the wind like lightning. The wind embraces his bo

He had never liked to use any weapon but his fists, so his way of fighting had always been violent and direct. As soon as they landed, a huge snowball that was big enough to cover them fell from the sky before they could stand steadily. The two swung their swords. When the sword radiance fell on the snowball, it could not stop the snowball. In the blink of an eye, the two of them wielded their swords dozens of times to destroy the strength contained in the snowball. The snowballs flew in all directions, and the surging snowflakes covered their sight. The two suddenly raised their heads. A huge iceberg appeared in the void, almost blocking the sunlight in the sky.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

“Go.” I rise and we all move. *** Icy wind slashes across the ridge, cold and cutting. The trail is narrow and slick from the morning’s snowfall. My boots thud against the stone, breath steaming in the air. Colin is beside me, silent and focused. Behind us, the scouts keep pace, some in their wolf forms. “Keep low!” I shout over my shoulder. “Fan out and don’t clump up. He could be watching!” We break from the high path and descend fast. Frozen grass slaps against my thighs as we push into the meadow. The sight of a winter wonderland that covers the meadows does nothing to soften the weight in my chest.

I swear she’s angrier at him than I am. Making sure that my skis are secure on my feet, I push off and start down the slope. Even with my gear on, it’s freezing, and my cheeks are already stinging. Even with my goggles on, my eyes are watering at the speed. I take it as slowly as possible, cruising through the crisp white snow and sending it up in sprays. This is my favorite part—seeing the snow exploding from my skis digging into the ground. It’s like a snowy waterfall.

In the distance. It seemed that the teal-robed young man hadn't sensed the terrifying eagle's attack yet. He was still walking slowly. It was early spring in the Northern Region, but the snow still lay thick on the ground, making people feel cold when walking on the thick blanket of snow. In the twinkling of an eye, the eagle's sharp claws almost reached the young man's shoulder. Just then, the young man gently shook his shoulder. Swoosh! A beam of sword light shot out.

The wind howled through the frozen peaks as Kael led them into the heart of the Frostfang Sanctuary. The air grew thinner with each step, the biting cold settling deeper into Raynor’s bones. His breath came in sharp gasps as they ascended a narrow, treacherous path carved through the snow-covered cliffs. Erin walked ahead, her steps light despite the slippery terrain, her mind clearly focused on the path ahead.

The darkening surrounding gave me tension. Damn… I never knew a tsunami that was this close could be this scary. If I’m not careful— one slightest mistake could get me buried alive. I can’t afford to let this happen. Taking the speed of the tsunami into account, I stopped at a point where I could get a good strike with three swings. Here it comes...! “Hah…!” First swing— a diagonal swing downwards to the left with the sword on my right. The resistance of the snow tsunami is tougher than I thought, but I managed to cut a line out from the snow tsunami.

Lira (POV) The snow swallows Kael’s footsteps faster than I can follow them. I drag my weight through the trench he leaves, my feet scraping where they should be stepping, half my balance riding on fury and frostbitten adrenaline. My thigh feels like it’s been stitched together wrong. Every time I put weight on it, it sings. Sharp, bitter music through torn nerves and cracked bone. We don’t speak. I don’t ask where we’re going. He doesn’t offer.