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Ren froze as Yuri slashed at the wires of his Elvigar with the dagger hidden within her sleeve, hereby releasing her gun from his hold, and she then pointed the gun at Ren who scowled, and made a motion to entrap Yuri’s limbs next. But before either one of them could make a single move, there were two black blurs. It was soon followed by the sound of a clang of metal on metal, and Ren froze as he saw Sunny before him, slashing at the wires of Ren’s Elvigar with his katana Jormungand, a Japanese sword with a silver blade and a black hilt, with the engravings of dragons and snakes on it. Ren’s eyes widened. “S-Sunny?” Sunny growled low in his throat before he thrust the butt of the hilt of his

scoffed Walter with a sarcastic chuckle. “So that’s your answer… Then allow me to show you the power of my Thunder Sword…!” growled Ryder as he sharpened his gaze before drawing his blade! “Thunder Strike!” roared Ryder as he lifted his blade, causing the golden sword to charge up with electricity as it swung toward Walter! With how immense the power was, even the air seemed to momentarily get twisted…! Knowing how dangerous the attack was, Walter immediately yelled, “Lonsdaleite Shield!” Following that, a golden shield suddenly materialized before Walter! Unfortunately, as the sword struck the shield, a sickening crack could be heard…!

I conceded. “…I heard it,” Kuroyuki added. Hearing Kuroyuki’s remark, August inadvertently leaks out a troubled expression. …Of course he would. Star Falling Sword Arts— is a modern swordsmanship from the western region, which uses rapier and longsword. Inspired by the constellations, the founder of the Star Falling Sword Arts conceived a total of 88 constellation styles. Learning either 2 from the 88 is already more than enough to deal against bullets from a rifle, and thus— many well-refined swordsmen from the western region are the disciples of the Star Falling Sword Arts.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane. Awoohhh!!!! However, what happened next surprised him. Lane didn't dodge the attack and let the blade cut his body. At the same time, he took out a small knife and attacked the arm that wielded the greatsword. The greatsword cut Lane's torso diagonally, leaving a deep wound on his body, but he also managed to hit his attacker, stabbing his arm right above the wrist. The two cultivators separated briefly and stared at each other in the middle of the battlefield.

The blade was searing hot in the muscle of her shoulder it amplified the pain twice stronger. The sword was brimming with spirit energy. Spirit energy and demonic energy essentially had the opposite nature. The spirit energy was on the warmer and brighter side, while the demonic energy was on the darker and colder side. That was why the wound caused by a demon in a human's body could be really fatal if didn't treat correctly, and vice versa. The sword piercing Valeinne's shoulder right now was a spirit weapon. Even if it wasn't imbued with spirit energy, the wound would be bad enough. With the spirit energy suffused on its surface, it was worse.

wondered Lady Pheasant with shock. All eyes turned to Glockford. Glockford's gaze fixed on Logan, his expression grim, yet he remained silent. The battle continued in the air. Both opponents were peerless elites, mastering various techniques. Pearlo waved his arm, and Lambini morphed into nine streaks of sword energy that descended like comets. "Novem Sword!" His single sword split into nine streaks of sword energy, corresponding to the constellations—a profound technique exclusive to Pearl Hall, accessible only to Earthly Celestials.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The runes on the weapon glowed a vibrant blue against the smoky backdrop. A surge of energy erupted from the weapon, forming a shimmering blue bolt that streaked across the room. The attacker crumpled to the ground, a surprised look etched on his face as he died. I fired at every new body in the doorway until a pile of bodies lay there. She flicked her hand and the gauge refilled. "Let's go."