Spirit Swords Novels & Stories

The longsword's cyan light was piercing and soul-stirring. Although it did not move, it already rolled up a fierce frenzy in the void. "There's no hope—" "It's an almost spirit tool! The Blue Feather Sect goes all out!" "He's only an entry-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple, but he has an almost spirit tool. This match will be decided in an instant."

The sound of screaming seemed to be heard in my head but I slowly continued to walk towards the witch’s mortal body even though the strong wind seemed to make me unable to reach it. “Sabrina… quickly…” Melissa whispered as she continued to try to keep Pearl’s mortal body armour open and handed me a long, royal-stamped knife that I guessed belonged to Titus appeared in front of me. A knife? I swiftly took the knife and raised it as I was right in front of Pearl’s mortal body… “Follow my words…” Lola whispered and I nodded my head… “With this knife, and with the blood of the kingdom you have destroyed, I return all black magic to its rightful owner, at the cost and return of all the lives and

I knew if a dodged it things would get more complicated; so as per usual when the younger warriors were training I waited as Liam came charging forward before he knocked me down. Liam had learned years ago if he told the instructors that we had a agreement that he could “attack” me randomly to keep his skills up that they would allow this bull, only one instructor ever stopped to ask me if it was okay with me seeming suspicious of the arrangement but I had said it was fine because at that point I was used to it. I landed on my back with a hard thud, he growled in my ear before prancing back to the other warriors to continue normal training. Liam was attempting to show that although years you

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

"Agni Spirit of the blazing fire, heed my command. Appear in my front, and destroy my enemy with your hands." "Sylphid of the elegant wind, hear my voice. Help me protect my people, help me defeat my enemy." Merlin summoned two spirits and used them to defeat Luci. Agni the Spirit of the blazing fire, is a high class spirit that even the Spirit King of the fire acknowledges his strength. Sylphid of the elegant wind, is a middle class spirit. Despite being a middle class, Sylphid is still a powerful spirit that even the other sages could not ignore her strength.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.

They attacked him ferociously together, ignoring Tianshu and the rest. "These are 10,000-year-old Spirits of the Dead, a kind of Undead. Someone must have used some secret technique to refine some experts in fire, killing them and imprisoning their souls..." The voice of the Sword Master resounded in his mind, "That was a long time ago. I didn't expect this evil technique to be still around in this world." Ding Hao had no time to listen to the Sword Master's lament. Because the four Spirits of the Dead opposite him had attacked again.

Spurt! Stabbing greatsword in his body, I made sure each stabbed exactly where the spear and scythe stabbed the heretic. After making sure that his spirit and spirituality is destroyed enough to cancel any spirit channeling, I left it and looked where Zen was currently laying unconscious.

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.”