Sword Draw Novels & Stories

“Mama?” Liora leaned down. “Your sword,” Wren whispered, tapping the drawing, “it’s real even if I can’t see it.” Liora kissed her forehead. “Then I’ll make sure it never breaks.”

It resembled a drawn sword that discarded all defenses and exuded an unparalleled sharpness, sweeping all before it. Instantly, a killing intent permeated the air.

' Swoosh! Everyone's eyes were on Darryl. The guests were all displeased when Darryl sat at the VIP section. They wanted to see Darryl embarrassed when they realized that Lucas wanted to make things difficult for Darryl. 'F*ck!' Darryl frowned; he swore in his heart. 'This idiot must be nuts! I don't even know you, yet you kept coming for me.' Darryl looked at the long saber on the exhibition platform and said, "This Blue category long saber has a sharp edge, and it has an intimidating chill aura. It is no wonder that this is a Famed Sword Manor weapon. Not bad at all."

loving one of his hobbies will lead to the other’s destruction, swordplay, and dancing are two different categories until Jimboy remember all the steps in swordplay and the step in his dance and to his surprise, most of them have in common in a blink of an eye and enlightenment suddenly arrived at him! -SKILL GENERATED!- -SKILLS HAS BEEN UPDATED- -GENERATE: SKILL- SWORD DANCE= SWORDSMANSHIP AND DANCING AT THE SAMETIME- -SKILL: CLUTCH CHANGED TO SWORD DANCE- RESTRAIN- -RESTRAIN: USING THE SHOCKWAVE AT THE GROUND, ANY ENEMY THAT WAS HIT BY IT WILL MOMENTARILY STUN

Henry stretched out the sword to Sarah and she reluctantly collected it. "Imagine you knew Virion. This sword was with him the day he was killed. It was the sword I used. It can penetrate anything or anyone. Just focus and let your mind create a picture of Virion in your head. At the same time, be conscious enough to know that you are holding the sword. Don't fight it, just feel it." Sarah gripped the sword tightly and shut her eyes, following every step Henry had mentioned. A gusty wind hit her skin leaving a crawling sensation. The wet, cold splatters that dropped on her already damped skin gave her chills.

The next moment, Norvin waved his hand, and a dazzling golden sword fell into his palm. It was the Swallows’ Infernal Blade. “Cloud Piercer!” Norvin shouted and used the Swallows’ ultimate skill, the final move of the Swallow’s Thirteen Blades, aiming to kill Andrius. Swallow’s Thirteen Blades... Andrius could not help but recall the battle that day. Norvin was indeed unparalleled when he wielded the Infernal Blade.

The effect is damage when using the sword. Yao Tai held the sword and played with it. He really felt like a real swordsman right now. With this, he could accurately locate [stab] into the bones of the skeleton. You don't have to worry about it not hitting the bone When using [stab]. Before that, he was reluctant to use the skill [Stab] because he was worried that his sword would pass through the skeleton's body, so he mostly used his fist and elbow.. لكن Now, you don't need to worry because he possessed the [Sword Mastery] skill. The combination of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was great.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

Liam and I drew our swords, slender steel blades that glittered in the lantern light. The first figure lunged at Liam, blade raised high. Usually, Liam would parry with a strength that dwarfed any mortal man. But this creature moved swiftly and strangely, an echo of wolf’s shadow, swift and silent. Liam’s blade met the figure’s in a clash that rang through the trees.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.