Sword 10 소설 & 이야기

[Mana: 3100/3100] [Strength: 85] [Psychic power: 32] 【Defense: 71】 [Speed: 84] [Knowing: 7] [Heart protection: 10] [Fire resistance: 5] [Dodge: 11%] [Swordsmanship Qualification: +10%] [Alchemy Qualification: +50%] [Heart Technique: Heaven's Growth Heart Sutra (22% for beginners)] [Movement skills: Shadow Step (22% for beginners), Mist Rush (11% for beginners)] [Martial skills: Frost Moon Slash (11% for beginners), Phoenix Feather (0% for beginners)] [Equipment: Spirit·Sword Sect Attire, Spirit·Scarlet Cloud Sword, Spirit·Converging Spirit Jade Pendant, Spirit·Stone-sinking Ring, Spirit·Cloud-treading Boots, Spirit·Rhino Fragrance Belt, Spirit·Hundred Refinements Ring, Spirit· Wind Bracelet]

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

Jake said, liking the plan more and more. “Alright, let’s get to work, Warriors,” Trick said loudly. “Tonight, we’ll avenge our brothers.”

Attwell laughed. "Then, let me see what level you have reached with the Boundless Heavensword. Come on! Keep going." "Ninth Sword!" Noel shouted. As he swung his longsword, he called out, "Gideon, I'll hold him off. Go to Nethercult and get your woman out." Gideon's heart stirred. Attwell's face darkened. "You're too arrogant!" "Go!" Noel urged, striking again. This time, it was the Tenth Sword. The slash was even sharper and more dazzling than before. It stopped Attwell in his tracks.

Not yet. She pushed her bag through first, then ducked low and climbed through. The bottom edge scraped her hip, but she made it. Until a heavy shard she hadn’t seen slipped loose from the top of the frame. It landed on her shoulder with a sickening, wet sound, slicing clean through her sweater and into the tender flesh near the base of her neck. “Ah—shit,” she gasped, stifling a cry. Her hand shot to the wound, hot and sticky with blood already beginning to drip down her back.

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 throats of the comrades who wanted to see him again the same swordsman worthy of the knightly girdle, immediately the sharpest eye would have seen a murmur of encouragement floating on William's lips, and a fierce light in his eyes, which aimed his eyes d'Ampezzo who avoided their way. At the first touch of the swords, William retaliated briskly, and the spectators began to murmur quietly about the new champion, at the second

The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade. What was happening? Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head. “The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.” ‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

How infuriating. She wanted Chase to understand the consequences of enraging her. She clenched her teeth as she shot out numerous shots using nine of her flying swords. They were all targeted at Chase. The swords looked like they were flying forward in a mess, but there was a rhythm to the sword aura. Every sword shot out 108 sword auras. Thirty-six of them were Divine Sword Aura while 72 of them were Hellish Sword Aura. This was why the sword technique was deemed as 'Universal'.