Splitting Sword Novels & Stories

Long Chen took the sword, ordered several soldiers to bring a large rock and place it under the room. Long Chen went downstairs and stood in front of the large rock. "I will show you the power of this sword. So that you will be more interested in it," said Long Chen. Long Chen took a breath, then took a stance and swung the sword quickly at the large rock. Then he turned around and smiled at the people there. BANGGGGGG After Long Chen turned around, the stone was split in two perfectly, making their eyes widen in astonishment. Was it that easy to cut the large stone? Even the split in the stone was perfect in their eyes.

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

What he said was like a little stone thrown in the air. The faint air turbulence was spread. It was like a butterfly flapping its weak wings, but creating a stunning scene. Ding! There was a slight metal sound. The sword in the hands of one of the disciples in the Heaven-Splitting Formation of the Swordsmanship Sect, who was the closest to Ding Hao, suddenly was cut in the middle. A 45 degree angle cut appeared clearly on the section. The long sword made of refined steel staggered like a piece of wood, and the top half slipped.

The short break was coming to an end and the two returned, tugging at their swords and twisting them to create the wonderful impression of the ladies who chose their favorite with handkerchiefs waving and smiling, hiding their smiles behind the veils of their dresses or their wide sleeves, embroidered with talent to he stared during the battle of the knights who hid their eyes behind the metal chipped edge of the shield. Sir William, who was on the edge of the abyss, was staggering, and could scarcely have the strength to hold the shield, which slid across his chest, yet those on the edge cried out to be the same William of old again, and these words seemed to enchanted, coming from the thro

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

“2 on 1? Don’t you feel ashamed confronting me like this?” Franz provoked them. “Huh? Are you scared or something?” Alfi asked. “Cut the crap!” Franz dashes to Alfi’s direction ready to slash Alfi’s body. Alfi blocks Franz’s sword easily. “How is it possible? A mere bamboo sword... How can it be this solid?” Franz looks upset. “Level two: BG,” Alfi said dismantling Franz’s sword easily. Alfi splits it into two and swings them horizontally and vertically shoving Franz.

Her voice vibrated like thunder. Chris froze, his expression shifting for a brief second, as if her words had landed deeper than he wanted to admit. A group of students slowed their steps nearby, whispering as they watched the scene unfold, but no one dared to intervene. Bryan’s grip on Tessa’s hand tightened as though he feared Chris might lunge forward any moment. The echo of Tessa’s defiant words rang in Chris’s head like a bell. But I knew Chris, he was stubborn when it came to love, especially when it involved the person he cared about.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."