Sword Of Rupture Novels & Stories

Although he had not entered the Sage Rank’s Second Stage, his strength was boosted to the Third Stage after borrowing the formation’s strength. He gripped his long sword and charged at Thea with incredible strength. Sword Energy burst out from his sword and rushed down at Thea. Thea raised the Malevolent Sword and flicked it, countering with her own Sword Light. The Sword Light crashed into the Sword Energy in mid-air. Boom! The collision of the two forces caused a huge explosion. The explosion caused a massive shock wave, and Sword Energy swept across the area. The shock leveled the entire mountain range. Haah!

His sword started to glow, and a powerful burst of light struck where the Swarm Queen stood like a lightning bolt. "Zephyr Slash!" The blade flashed brilliantly, carrying an unsettling presence around it. However, the attack was only half completed and was still in mid-air when the Swarm Queen extended her right hand ahead. The blade in her hand immediately struck upward. Clang! There was a loud clang, and the longsword possessing murderous intent broke into two…

Varz replied. Leak and Varz are coming to each other attacking each other. Swords and dagger are clashing incredibly at an incredible speed. Varz crosses Leak through, and Leak feels sluggish all of sudden. "What is this? Why am I out of Mana already?" Leak is agitated as he is out of Mana already. “Duraduo, a thunder sword that breaks one’s Mana circulation and a wind sword that cuts one’s Mana circulation.” Varz points out the Doraduo sword to Leak. ”You won’t get away!” He exclaimed.

I started vibrating my dagger at 55 percent speed, I then hit one of his swords and backed away to a safe distance. He stood in shock as he stares at the sword I hit, the metal let out a high-frequency ringing sound. I used this opportunity to see how he managed to keep up with me, I then noticed a tail holding onto the third sword. A leopard tail, I should have known! He is V4.1 replacement of V4. After a while of the sword ringing, it finally dies down. " * Sigh* That was close! I thought it was going to explode with so much friction between the atoms."

The dragon’s core hissed and smoked, coiling into the fractures. I swore under my breath, hammering like my life depended on it, gripping it like it was part of me. Every blow, every vibration, every shudder of metal was me screaming, crying, begging. “Don’t… break… not now…” I rasped, sweat in my eyes, dripping into my hair. Lips moving without sound, I muttered apologies, oaths, confessions, raw, filthy words to a broken sword that was still Lachlan, still alive, still mine. And I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

She said don’t worry I will heal you. He asked what made you stand on the sword and felt comfortable. I couldn’t answer I just looked at him. He said my son don’t you ever underestimate the power of the bully sword. Whatever it wants to do no man or power can stop it. Do you know that a bully sword can repair itself in case it breaks? If it breaks the command, it to repair itself and it would obey your command. Daddy s it possible for someone to have access to the bully sword? No, the bully sword has been specially designed in the celestial word for only chanters. It is not easy for someone somewhere to get it.

The stench of ruptured innards hit me like a wave, metallic and foul, mingling with the acrid bite of singed fur. The remaining rogued pivoted as one, their disruptors whining to life in a high-pitched chorus of doom, unleashing a barrage of blue bolts that slammed into Caspian's body like electric hammers. He staggered, patches of golden fur smoldering and blackening, the air thick with the ozone tang of discharged energy.

At this point, I wasn't sure if I wanted to burn or never get rid of them. "Aren't you supposed to be at school," he asked placing a cup of hot chocolate on the small coffee table before me. I pulled out the strange weapon and handed it to him as he sat across from me in an armchair. "Be careful, I think its 'soul ripper'," I casually stated. He took it gingerly and observed it. "Soul ripper," he asked with a raised brow. "Are you sure," he said with a soft chuckle. "That was once the name of a great sword, welded by the Necromancer, Azka," he stated.

It hadn't stopped her killer from cutting her brake lines and sending her off that bridge. Gabriele's love hadn't saved her either. So what good was love? What good was mercy? I picked up the brush again. Started over. One. Two. Three. Papa had raised me to be a blade. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. Elena had been the gentle one. The peacemaker. The one who believed family was sacred. I was the one who understood that family could be like wolfsbane. Deadly to the touch. Four. Five. Six

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.