Split Blade Sword Novels & Stories

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.

The Frozen Star Sword in his hand glowed. Chris did not even blink as he looked at the five slashes that were being sent to him. He snorted and let out a slash. Five of Blade's slashes clashed with the Frozen Star Sword. In the blink of an eye, the slashes shattered and disappeared! Chris raised an eyebrow as he snorted in disdain, "Whatever, I've already played around with you enough. I might end up losing the initiative if I waste any more time. I won't give anyone else the chance!"

His sword started to glow, and a powerful burst of light struck where the Swarm Queen stood like a lightning bolt. "Zephyr Slash!" The blade flashed brilliantly, carrying an unsettling presence around it. However, the attack was only half completed and was still in mid-air when the Swarm Queen extended her right hand ahead. The blade in her hand immediately struck upward. Clang! There was a loud clang, and the longsword possessing murderous intent broke into two…

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”