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Evading them are not the right thing to do now. They cannot hide on the trunk of the trees either, since the arrows can penetrate it. "Sword art tenth form; dragon's scale" Nicholai chanted. E.J's eyes fixed to Nikki who slashes all the arrows in such extravagant speed. The arrows he slashes are been reflected back to where it came from. This is the first time, he seen Nikki, used its ability. *sword art: it is an art applicable to those being who are exceptionally true weilder of sword. An art where you can perform magic with a sword.*

After saying that, Kyo Chiba turned the sword into a bolt of lightning and cut straight at Xuanyuan Lige's face. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto had worked with Kyo Chiba for many years and they knew each other very well. The moment Kyo Chiba took out his sword, they also drew their swords. The swords light and the Sword Qi of Kyo Chiba were mixed together, covering the whole world, leaving no gap. If Xuanyuan Lige was still at the early stage of the Saint Realm, she would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

Edgar swung his sword from an unexpected angle, aiming to break through Adrian’s defenses. Adrian sneered and said, "You must have a death wish!" Suddenly, a sword energy appeared in Adrian’s hand, transforming into a radiant arc that shot forward and tore through everything in its path. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Edgar was taken aback, his gaze filled with disbelief as he watched Adrian unleash a technique he couldn’t fully comprehend. He forced himself to calm down and said, "No matter how clever your techniques, I’ll still kill you!" With that, he swung his sword again, and this time, he believed that he'd land a fatal blow. However, Adrian remained standing calmly. He releas

"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.

That was all. “So, what does the Sword of Light mean?” Kailin asked. “I wish I could tell you more, but the only story I heard about it is, it came down from heaven,” Zarah replied. “My guess, it depends on what you believe in heaven, from Divine one, or forged by gods.” “Or an angel. Ren mentioned of Nephilim,” I told her. “Could be, and that sword has many faces. It changes according to the master who wields it. That’s why it still exists for thousands of years,” she added.

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

The message was short, written in an elegant, venomous hand. To the Prince who consorts with barbarians, Your ‘victory’ reeks of witchcraft and ruin. You have unleashed the mountain’s fury and slain hundreds, not in honorable combat, but in subterranean slaughter. The eastern lords will hear the truth. The crown’s alliance with savages ends here. We will not be ruled by those who break the world to save it. There is a price for such treachery. You have taken something of the mountain. The mountain will take something of yours.— A Friend to the True Kingdom “It’s not signed,” Makil said, his voice tight.

“The Shadow Sword can break through the veil, can it not?” “It can,” I reply. “But I have to use my full powers to charge it first.” He motions for me to lay it on the table. I cast Westfall a reluctant glance before unsheathing the sword and setting it before the old man. He picks up the bowl and dumps out the contents–a few drops of the tears–onto the sword. The tears sink into the black metal and send a soft ripple of light down the length of the sword. “Like calls to like,” Arthur says.

"Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." It was so nostalgic that the memory made her grin as she pulled the string of her bow for the last shot. She aimed it on the center of the shield. As she release the arrow with a loud whistle, the shield she'd been practicing with for five years cracked. Stunned, she squinted her eyes to make sure that it really cracked. And it really did. Astonished, she looked back at Azul. "Azul! Look! It cracked!" she excitingly exclaimed.

You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God. The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength. As for the Gentleman’s Sword, it was a sword art that was meant for those with calm and unruffled temperaments. On the contrary