Spirit Sword Master Novels & Stories

With his current strength, he should be at least at the Sixth Stair. Just as James was momentarily stunned, the Spirit Master’s sword slid across the Primordial Dragon Blade and went straight for his wrist. James hurriedly staggered backward to parry his attack. The Spirit Master’s sword technique was bizarre. It seemed to be able to predict the movement of James’ sword, changing and modifying its moves along the way. His sword avoided the Primordial Dragon Blade and went for the lower half of James’ body. Seeing this, James slightly inclined the sword and blocked the attack.

“Your spirit will shatter, and when it does, I will relish every moment.” Cheyenne’s eyes narrowed, fire flashing behind her emerald irises. “Funny thing about spirits,” she said softly, dangerously. “They don’t shatter when you forge them in the fires of hell. They burn hotter. Stronger. And they take bastards like you down with them.” The Master’s grin returned, sharper, darker, but his eyes betrayed the flicker of irritation he couldn’t quite mask. He leaned forward, whispering like a promise: “Oh, you’ll burn, my little ones. But it will be for me.”

the spirit began. Its attitude was completely different now compared to before. Raider sat down cross legged in front of the spirit, about three meters away from the bone formation. "I was born on a far far away world a few hundred thousand years ago..." began the spirit. "I have long since forgotten my given name, and have gone by quite a few in my lifetime... you can call me Master Bones."

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for dozens of rounds. Sienna was starting to panic as she struggled to defeat Darryl. Her eyes flickered with coldness as she cried out, "Spirit Snake Slash!" Immediately, Sienna's longsword formed an 'S' shape that looked like a spirit snake, charging towards Darryl's chest. The Spirit Snake Slash was a superior sword technique in the Sword Sect. Among all the disciples, only a few could do it. As Sienna was the Sect Master's favorite female disciple, he had passed on the technique to her three years ago.

Without saying a word, she dragged her master's body out of the place. A satisfied expression flashed on Purple Smoke's face. However, there was a hint of suspicion on it. "Let's see what you're going to do, Tarah. Your soul couldn't compare to your master's but it's a lot more better than a mortal one." "And now, let's settle this at once." Purple Smoke turned her attention to the remaining persons standing still, down on the aisle of the place. Méah was just staring into nothingness whilw the short man's head was down, as if he's refusing to look up.

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

"Huh? How did you know that, master???" Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion. It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability. Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

spirit beast are those who can used qi while taking, they are intelligent beings who can cultivate. After freshening himself up Theo walk out of forest to the town, It was in the morning as there was not much people in the gate of town, Theo got into the town very easily or else he would have to wait. As for not asking for entry fee from Theo because, they knew him, because of his odd job i.e. delivery them some food sometimes. Theo went to the same Restaurant where he ate yesterday for breakfast as some people used to say," Growing men must eat three meals a day", after eating his breakfast, he went to the blacksmith shop to get himself a sword for practice.

“I know you want the Master. It’s obvious how your body can not even keep its desires away. But newsflash, sweetheart… because in two weeks, you will be just as useless as every one of us. When he sticks himself into your hole, he will never come back to you.” Her smile stretched with venom. “Maybe you don’t know, but no lady has ever been to Master’s bed twice. And you… you will just be the same as every one of us.” For a moment, Jasmine paused—unmoving. She stared at her, blank, not even blinking. A quiet thought flickered through her mind: was this psycho always this chaotic, or was her presence driving her mad? Unexpectedly, Jasmine moved forward, slowly and confidently, closing the spac