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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.

It was just that the words were hidden through a special method. He surmised that Delmont could read the words back then because the swordsmanship manual had absorbed a large amount of energy from him. The words and diagrams on this swordsmanship manual would only manifest themselves when it had absorbed a large amount of energy, or the owner had injected high-quality energy into it. However, normal folks wouldn’t notice it. After all, no one would waste their time and inject energy into this seemingly useless book. As Kayson injected more energy into the wordless swordsmanship manual, the words and diagrams on it slowly appeared before his eyes.

The Ascendant shouted in seethe as the wave of light passed through it, its shadowy shape glittering and distorting. Clara gritted her teeth, pouring each ounce of her strength into the sword. She felt the dull energy inside the edge battling against her, attempting to break free, but she held on, denying to let go. The light escalates, the rune's power surging through her and into the blade.

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..."

Dark Angel Sword: Dark Radiance! A line of dark essence left her sword and charged with overwhelming strength to pierce a hole into the beast's head. Looking at this, Noah sighed in sorrow. What bullshit talent, it was all useless if he couldn't find a nice Battle technique to practice. Looking at his only Dragonified arm, he could only smile wryly.

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.