Splitting Sword Novelas e Histórias

I'm sorry, but is that a threat? Splitter says, now closing the chest of the mech and pulling out his machine gun, revving it up. It's not a threat buckaroo. It's a promise. Jack replies, pointing the katana at Splitter, spinning it in his fingers as if it were a pencil. Well, come at me then. Splitter says, now revving the engine more, the gun ready to expel bullets from the many chambers. Jack now aims his sword to his side, running toward Splitter at an amazing speed for a large chunk of metal. Bullets start spewing out of Splitter's machine gun, making Jack strafe from side to side, occasionally cutting and blocking bullets that came close to the mech with his sword. Jack, now a yard awa

The next moment, his left eye saw his right eye for the first time. The Wave-Breaking Sword slashed downward, and Dylan's body was vertically divided into two from the middle.

Layers of sword armor appeared on Herman's body, glowing silver. Without any sound or collision, the splitting sword intent pierced Herman’s back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Herman looked at his injury and his intact sword armor. He exclaimed, “How is it possible? What sword intent is this?” Philip said with a smile, “The Splitting Sword Technique. I got it by chance.”

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

“Punisher of the Nine Heavens, you truly court death!” Upon hearing this, the mysterious figure suddenly spread his hands. “Break!” In the next moment, the black longsword split into two, then four, multiplying rapidly until it became thirty-two swords. With swift precision, they radiated outwards, piercing through over a dozen powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect. Boom! With thunderous booms, the pierced powerhouses either exploded on the spot or were sent flying, their bodies either lifeless or severely wounded. The remaining Sword Lights then rushed towards Perthacus at lightning speed.

Chamuel suddenly asked. “Impossible. The Sword was broken into three pieces and scattered throughout the Earth. It’s definitely not the Flaming Sword.” Azrael replied, making Chamuel breathe a sigh of relief. The Flaming Sword was the equivalent of the ultimate weapon. It could cut through the fabric of reality itself and slice through anything. The Flaming Sword was so powerful that it had to be broken and scattered throughout the reaches of Earth, never to be brought back together. Even the scabbard was separated from the Sword. If the Sword were repaired, it would still not be whole without its scabbard.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

I shrugged as Cara gives me an apologetic look. "That sword in your possession, has a soul." He said to Athena, taking a sip of an unknown liquid from a very big cup. Probably some kind of ale. "Very convenient, for something called a Soul Splitter." Athena scoffed, slowly taking a seat on a nearby log of wood. "Ah! Yes. It's name was earned in a great battle that ensued about a century ago. A battle between gods and demons." Niolba said, a faraway look in his eyes.

As he said that, the Sword of the Universe, the Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point of the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six floated in front of him. One divided into two, and two divided into four… Three blades had split into eighteen blades in total. This was the Thousand Sword Tactics. It was just that now he could only divide every sword into six blades! This scene stunned everyone. “Don’t let him unleash his ultimate move! Hurry up and attack with your hidden weapons!” “Hurry up and kill him!” Strum, strum, strum… At this moment, a string of zither sound rang out suddenly. Swoosh!