Splitting Sword Novels & Stories

The other tried to turn and found his injured leg unable to hold his weight up, he followed his wounded ally to the ground, his own shouts of pain overriding the man next to him. Boro moved forward again and used Rock Splits The Falls, dodging an incoming strike aimed at his torso. In the dark everything was near impossible to see, but Boro's years of training had prepared him for situations such as this. His heightened senses told him where each enemy was coming from. He heard the grunt and fall of a booted foot to his left, he side stepped into Flowing `Gentle Brook, feeling the wind from the blade gust past his face; moved into Wind Across The Waves. His sword caught the charging man's sw

However, Dave's golden sword flash split into nine the moment it hit the purple sword flash, and they continued to fly toward Seva. Otto found this strange. Sword flashes that split up like this was a basic flying sword technique for powerhouses who were martial god kings. They were not often used. Martial god kings' sword flashes that split like this in battle would weaken the power in each split sword flash. When their sword flashes split, the damaging power in each flash was almost non-existent. Dave was a supreme swordsman who was a stage-five martial god king. Every time his sword flash split, it could go up to thousands of sword flashes.

“Seven Slash – Fifth Slash!” A wave of shimmering light cascaded its way towards the waterfall, fragmenting once before merging back together to form an energy spiral. The flow of the waterfall yielded to the spiral, and somehow started to flow backwards. Seeing this, Zephyr did not stop, once again, summoned his true energy. “Sixth Slash!” Here, his sword had manifested itself beyond its original length, it’s draw now 300ft in length, solidifying into a great sword. Zephyr sent it against the waterfall, effectively cutting it in half. A loud cracking and crumbling ensued, and the once great waterfall was seen split down the middle into two streams. It did not stop there however; the stream

A squeaking noise erupted as the Baboon's fist was clamped on Azozan and Nawa. Sword Formation in the air! She and Azozan instantly created a flying sword formation after Nawa cried urgently, " They each swung their long swords at the approaching Baboon, who was advancing with a lethal fist strike. KRAK! While Nanar's short sword split in half, Nawa turned to face him. Azozan's blade was unlucky as it appeared to slice Babon's shoulder with a sharp fan-like spin before breaking and clattering to the mossy floor.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

David looked at the vast planet he split in half which was now falling apart. There was no one else staying on that planet. David scanned it with his mind power beforehand. If not, he would not have dared to do such a thing. David was thrilled with the sword’s power. The Evil-Splitting Sword with the Evil-Splitting Sword Technique was indeed bad*ss. Most importantly, he did not even use a lot of strength. He just waved it to try its power, and that was all.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

With a gentle sigh he mumbled, “Dragon Arts: One Sword To Cleave The Heavens.” *WOOOOOOOOO* An air splitting sound resounded as Dragon King Bast unsheathed and sheathed his sword in less than a second. It was almost as though he had not taken it out in the first place; however, the change in the atmosphere was all the evidence required to understand that that sword had been unsheathed. For a straight bright line appeared in the expanse. The line was a dividing one, splitting the skies and the earth into two. It was a line that divided the planet into two halves, and it flew into the fiery dragon!