Novel & Cerita Snow Sword Stride

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

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.

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.

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

Picking up a phone from the couch, he muttered, "Good thing Brynn left her phone here. If she lost it, that guy would go crazy." He left immediately after grabbing it, never even noticing I existed. A while later, Brynn sent me a video. Ronan was crawling on the floor with a dog collar fastened around his neck. Her whip struck his bare back again and again as she sneered, "Good boy. Do you like that?" Then she sent a message: "Calista, if this dog misbehaves again, I’ll discipline him for you." Ronan didn’t come home until after midnight. After showering, he stepped out with the whip marks on his back still vivid and raw.

It was well-known throughout Snow Province. The silver-haired girl's opening moves displayed showed her understanding of this sword technique. The sword tip shot like the dazzling sunlight, which could harm the enemy's eyesight and interfere with his judgment, while for the sword shadow, the real mingled with the illusory, like snow flying all over the sky. The track was indistinguishable and erratic. The girl had reached the mastery level. The girl could be a little swordsmanship genius as she was able to practice Falling Snow Sword in Tranquility skills to such a level.

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.

-RAINA’S POV- The black bottom of combat boots drew nearer and nearer to the back of my head. Crap! Rolling over, I caught the shoes, using full strength to keep it from smashing into my face. "Didn't you notice how easy it is for me to touch you?" Snow jeered, pulling her foot out of my grasp and swiftly coming at me again. Stomping down her foot like a hydraulic press, I rolled to the right, barrelling across the room to miss the stampede. Then she teleported back to the dresser.