Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Fanfiction Crossover

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

he is Sing Wo, one of the students who will take part in the young warrior tournament in the Kunlun Sect, Fang Xue ordered Sing Wo to continue to monitor and monitor Chyou Chen's movements. he believes that Chyou Chen is a dangerous person, although until now Chyou Chen has not shown his strength. 'The great elder is right! This young man was not a simple person. even with such severe injuries, he still acts natural as if nothing happened.' Sing Wo thought as he continued to stare at him through the hole in the roof.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

My grip tightens on the hilt of the weapon as I prepare myself for the impending clash. Surrounded by a few Embers, I catch a glimpse of Sora's fiery ginger hair nearby, her expression, that of shock. Stepping forward, I swing my sword, but he dodges with impressive agility. As the clash of steel filled the air, each strike reverberated through the training square like a thunderous drumbeat. Thrystan moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and combat experience in the Wreath.

On Arcadia Island, the huge Heavenly Sword enveloped the entire island with great sword energy! The sword was thousands of feet tall like a towering building above Clarke Manor on Arcadia Island! Alliance Master Yarn mustered all his strength and unleashed his aura before he could barely catch the Heavenly Sword that fell from the sky! At that moment, Alliance Master Yarn's arms were scorched red by the tip of the Heavenly Sword. His skin was cracked, and his veins were all severed!

Severin's blood and energy shot into the sky like a wolf-like wisp of smoke, forming a blood-colored armor that encased his body in an instant. At the same time, his figure brimmed with sword will, while the fiery rule of swordsmanship coursed through him and converged within the Oculus Blade. The energy coalesced into a formidable sword beam that tore through the air. As the sword's energy erupted forth, a cold glimmer unfolded across the vicinity. The surrounding area seemed to undergo a shift, with rules crumbling as those beams of lights intertwined. The spear beam faltered, unable to withstand everything and exploded into a shower of spiritual fragments that filled the sky.

As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow. The moment the magic touched the steel, the sword thrummed in response, resonating with newfound power. I could feel the connection—my intent merging with the weapon, enhancing its edge, readying it for whatever lay ahead. I lifted the sword, the light casting flickering shadows around me. The creature hissed and tried to retreat but I wouldn't let it. Seraphina, Aric and Kaelan stopped the creature from fleeing as they landed blows after blows. The creature no longer tried to block the blows, only escape was important to it.

"Couldn't sleep, Your Highness? Or is spying on your guests another royal tradition?" "Observing," he corrected, pushing off the arch and walking toward her. The mist curled around his boots. "My father said you were educated in the feminine arts. He failed to mention the art of bladework." "It's a border feminine art. We have different priorities." She watched him approach, assessing not as a woman assesses a man, but as a strategist assesses terrain. He moved with a latent power, restrained but evident. He was taller up close, the morning light carving the sharp angles of his face.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

He pushed forward, and the Soul Sword suddenly swung forward. Chapman grasped his sword with both his hands and swung down at Fane's head. The phoenix dancing in the air let out another cry. Its fire-coated wings started to flap quickly. The air around it started to distort from the heat as it glared pointedly at Fane. As the Soul Sword rushed forward, the phoenix charged at Fane as well. In a few moments, the two techniques clashed together in the air. Suddenly, sparks started to fly everywhere, and the screech from the two techniques colliding sounded so sharp that it hurt the ears.