Sword Phighting Fanart Novels & Stories

"I need range or AOE Attacks…T.A.S you got suggestions?..HMPH!!...." An Imp monster got pummel to death by my combo jab which aiming for it's head whilst my right wand swiftly carving a slash into a nearby hulking rampaging Minotaurus. [Use a Magic Artefact or Guns..Or create a Swords Art that capable to deal a damage from range..based on the current situations I reckon you create a swords art…Incoming Cursed attack 10 meter north.]. (T.A.S) "HUP!!..…Can I create it?…how?..".

The gold-silver Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram appeared and expanded rapidly, instantly covering the sea area within a radius of a thousand miles. "Kill him!" Mu Tianyang snorted coldly and displayed the swordsmanship of the Nihility Extermination Sword. A white shadow appeared and reached Zhang Fan's body in an instant. He did not hesitate to wave his sword and directly slash at him. The fire artificer sneered, but he did not dodge. That was Zhang Fan's body. He did not believe that Mu Tianyang would really kill him. Even if Mu Tianyang did not care about it, Ding Hao would definitely care about Zhang Fan.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

Black Maple Master unsheathed his gleaming metal sword, bracing himself for the impending clash. Alexander and his opponent engaged in a swift exchange. Alexander delivered a trio of slashes, each one bristling with a fierce, almost tangible force. Black Maple Master parried the first two blows, but the third pushed him to his limits, his aura flaring into a crimson hue. He had delved into the dark arts, mastering techniques even more sinister than the Grand Hart Lord. Boom! With another mighty swing, Alexander sent Feyen Cooper stumbling back. The red aura shielded Black Maple Master, leaving him with only a tingling sensation in his arm, no real harm done.

"swift yet menacing, soft yet sharpened. Come unto me and shed your force. Windieries Sword" Chanting that, Reid acquired a sword of fans in his hands. These fans has a length of half meter each. Then, Reid wield the fans. Reid does a consecutive slashed towards Liam. The slashed was swift yet soft but Liam saw nothing until, few inches away from him he sensed it. The sheer forced of power. Has a time to dodged, Liam leaned his body, that invisible forced misses him but directly hit behind him that made a huge impact. The trees was cut down into brittleness and resulted to a wide range. Its almost reached thirty meters away. An invisible force of a slashed.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Shawn vowed to kill everyone! “How dare you?!” Shawn was so angry that his whole body was shaking. A sword appeared in his hand. Waves of sword energy attacked Philip while everyone went running. This guy was getting serious. Philip stood motionless amidst the sword energy. He raised his chin slightly and sneered mockingly. Philip waved his hand. With a roar, lightning struck, neutralizing the sword energy. Thunderstorms raged throughout the Oncidium Guild, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes.

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

Grabbing a sword from the rack, I swung it with force, letting the motion carry some of my anger away. The blade gleamed in the sunlight as I trained, my muscles working hard to push through the fury clouding my mind. But then, my grip slipped. The sword’s sharp edge nicked my arm, drawing blood. I roared in frustration, throwing the sword to the ground with a loud clang. The pack members around me froze, their eyes wide as they watched me. Some of them would want to watch the betas fight with me, but I just wanted to know I wasn't going crazy.