Split Blade Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Swish! Old Cross was slashed by the silver sword energy. With widened eyes, his body split into two. He was as dead as he could be!

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

"This young lady, you really have a good eye. Although this short sword looks like the simplest of the four, it's actually the most powerful! The blade was forged by famous blacksmiths in the South of our country. With the technique of mixing soft steel and hard steel to make the blade so that it always keeps its sharpness and the rate of chipping is always at a minimum. The length of this sword has also been standardized so that when the sword is broken, it can still be sharpened and used again. Therefore, you don't need to worry about it being discovered by others." Alice gripped the hilt of her sword firmly and stood up, thrusting hard into the cushion of her chair, then slashing again wi

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

This was the first time Zephyr used Seven Slashes against others. This sword style had seven slashes, each slash carried with it great power and force, each movement better than the last, many would fall before them. Zephyr’s blade shot violently through the battlefield, much like a dam that was being broken, his power came crashing upon his enemies. Many of the guards were killed in an instant, their bodies fell to the ground upon contact.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

voiced the one with chestnut hair and aimed the rapier at me. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my hands. The bleeding from my arm gradually stopped as I pulled the dagger out and clipped it on the other. “I don’t remember having any debts.” With that, I launched my attack using the rapier that intentionally aims at her legs and quickly uprooted it from her body. Everything went dark in my eyes and the growls and cries became nothing but cricket sounds. The remaining two slashed and played their swords, walking slowly around me. What kind of time-wasting are they doing?

It thrust us a small distance from each other. Alex joined in. He, too, had a sword. My weapon changed its form into a two-bladed sword. A blade at the top and a blade at the bottom with the hilt in the middle. I stopped Alex's sword with mine. He used that stupid magic thing again. This time it was a series of flames. I twirled my sword, sweeping away each.

Then a loud clang occurred as if two blades clashed, the intense vibration shaking Arth’s arms. The tail’s skin was rough like armor, but the legendary sword did not betray its name. The edge of the blade drew a slash that went deeper through the flesh, but before the sword could completely cut the tail, the Sathir pulled it away, roaring out loud, reeling back.