Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

The short sword shot at Chu Xun with lightning-quick intensity with a trail of black glitters tailing after it. "Psychokinesis!" Chu Xun's eyes gleamed with desire. He could see that this short sword was a Sacred Relic – one especially for the use of psychic powers – and he had never seen anything like that before on Earth. The short sword came at Chu Xun in the just blink of an eye and slashed viciously at him. Chu Xun summoned his powers. His fist glowed purplish in an instant and he frantically swatted at the short sword.

… When night fell, the entire city was shrouded in an eerie silence. Silas set up a formation in the living room. The pentacle drawn with Dragon's Blood Ink glowed with a dark red light on the floor. He had changed into a black robe and tied his long hair up. An air of deadly intensity radiated from him. "Take this," he said, handing me a consecrated sword with intricate runes carved on the blade. "Your blood carries spiritual power. Cut your finger and coat the edge of the blade with it." I did as he said. Blood seeped into the blade of the sword, and the runes instantly lit up with golden light.

this is weird. "I expected this," I heard him muttered. Nakita ko pa ang pagbuntong hininga niya bago inangat ang espada niya. Nagsimulang umilaw ang espada niya. Then wind and water suddenly enveloped his sword. "I command thy name of the myth, the powerful being, bestow me your strength, thy power be with me, thy name be in my sword, Sylphysis."

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

"Gideon's just too kind. If you ever need his help again, don't hesitate to ask. He'll donate blood, corneas, even a heart if needed! He can't go a day without helping someone." As I returned to Gideon's shared hospital room, I was about to open the door when I heard a mechanical sound. It was the sound I had been waiting for all this time. "Congratulations on successfully helping others complete a righteous task. You've earned a reward of one million dollars. You can withdraw the money once your total reaches five million dollars!" Meanwhile, Gideon, pale as a ghost, furrowed his brow. He was probably wondering why he hadn't received any notifications from the system.

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

“We are being enchanted! We are not alone in this forest, Brother." Jang Mi whispered as she leaned closer to Zhou Fu's body to make him feel safe. “There are only a handful of swordsmen in Yeongsan land who have this skill. This was a Dream Demon spell. When we have been hit by the spell, our bodies will be in the spell dimension and will never be able to return unless we can finish off the owner of the spell."

The great war finally broke out again, a terrible bloodshed could not be avoided. the sound of clashing swords and a scream of pain and everyone's cries echoed throughout the country, until the war lasted for decades. Because of the strength of the king's power. a holy woman begged the gods to end all these tears and cries of suffering. A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot.

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.