Spirit Sword Novels & Stories

This time, the sword had produced a semi-illusory, cyan-colored divine bird. The gaze of the divine bird turned sharp. It unfurled its wings that spanned nearly three meters, prompting startled cries from the onlookers. "Sword Spirit! She's summoned her Sword Spirit!" No one could have foreseen a Nascent Soul Realm newcomer forcing Bai Ling into summoning her Sword Spirit. Was he really just a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm? The Sword Spirit arrived in Xiao Chen's face in the blink of an eye, startling him. This bird was weaker than Mo Jinyan's Northern Dark Cyan Bird, but was no easy opponent either. He instantly summoned his True Energy and used the Unsullied Sword to defend

The sword spirit floated in the direction of those spirit bodies. Philip kept his eyes on her. His relationship with the sword spirit was not built in a day or two. He refused to believe that the sword spirit would abandon him. The gravity seemed to isolate the water flow. Although Philip felt as if he was caught in a swamp, energy burst from his body. He jerked one foot out, followed by the other. His movements seemed to slow down several times. His hand reached out to the sword spirit.

Light Stick asked sitting next to her. “Um I think so, I just want to find out how to rid of my problem. I am afraid he might hurt everyone I love to gain what he wants,” she said with a sad face. “Sometimes those that are taken away from you, become your spiritual mentors, sometimes they need to cleanse their souls before they come back to you. But truly no one ever leaves you,” he said half smiling at her. “The Chief is going to do a prayer tonight, as we dance. You are to sit here and watch the flames, close your eyes, and await the voice of your totem.”

They encountered hostile spirits and treacherous terrain, but their resolve never wavered. Finally, they reached the heart of the Spirit Realm, where the elusive herb grew. It was guarded by a powerful spirit, its presence radiating an aura of immense strength. The spirit spoke, its voice echoing through the realm. “To take this herb, you must prove your worth. Show me your true strength and unity.” Drawing upon their bond, the group faced the spirit in a trial of combat and wit. They fought with everything they had, their abilities complementing each other perfectly. The spirit, impressed by their display of courage and unity, granted them the herb.

It had lost control of the Rusted Sword. "The white brilliance is the primordial Sword Spirit Embryo, which is the most primitive foundation for the formation of the Sword Spirit in every divine sword. It has no consciousness or soul. It is only a cluster of spiritual Qi and the embodiment of the vitality of a sword." The Sword Master's voice sounded and he explained, "Only the divine sword that can produce the Sword Spirit Embryo can obtain a will really belonging to itself. Once the owner of the sword forms a connection and resonance with this will, he can reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. He can control the divine sword at will and exert the greatest power of the sword." With

That his body wears out quickly and that there is no remedy for the evil that afflicts him. I move my hand a short distance over his body without touching him, checking his critical status with my senses. — It is not your body that has been poisoned, my Lord. It is your spirit. It’s been poisoned by your lust for power. Your body and your spirit fight and the latter has begun to leave the world of the living, that is why you struggle between the flames of the Underworld and the calm waters of the Elysium. —I can't die now. Damn it! I still have a lot to do. - He mutters, grinding his teeth.

He glanced up towards the man before his wife. “The reason it’s not a Holy War is that we don’t have the spear that killed Jesus. Nor do we have the chalice and we’re not battling in the Holy City.” He felt Ava’s hand laced into one of his, allowing him to explain further. “A Spirit War is what we’re in the middle of, fighting for the souls of this world.” He glanced around the room. “But it seems that he wants to have a war here in Spokane.”

The power of spirits was in action. Jack with the power of Evil Wolf and Eryndor met in a flurry of teeth and claws, their battle a blur of motion. Jack's spear flashed in the moonlight, striking true again and again, but Eryndor's miraculous magic allowed him to heal with an unnatural speed. The fight raged on, the troop's fate hanging in the balance. It's just beginning. "Who would emerge victorious? Eryndor's thunderous roar sent shockwaves through the troop, his dark magic unleashing a maelstrom of fury. The ground trembled beneath their feet as he struggled to break free from Jack's spear.

“If Duskar blood is sacrifice, and War God blood is strength, then I will bear both. I don’t need to choose, I will be both.” The spirit watched him for a long time. Then it raised its hand, forming a massive spear forged from flame and blood. “In that case, prove your oath. Face yourself.”

“We are almost there.” Their guide said with a thick accent. Few minutes later, they were at the top of one of the numerous hills in the afghan mountains. Below them was a poppy farm with six simple huts built on a straight row. Oscar immediately started setting up the radio to communicate with their superior officer back at the base while she set up her M40 sniper rifle. Their guide sat on a rock and watched them quietly as she and Oscar hurriedly prepped for their mission. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !