Sword Pilgrim Novels & Stories

the old man asked. "I will hold the sword inverted with both hands gripping the blade. The pommel and crossguard will act as an impact point. Mordhau." William says with confidence. The old man is impressed by William's answer and replies with a wager on who will win. William took on the offer and bet for Eldric. He gave the gold pouch he got from Lenato, and the old man bet with the earning he got from selling his ale.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having

“But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.” “Yes, she is.” “It means, I know how to handle a sword, Baldy.” “No, doubt, sweetpea.” “She’s right, Archie. You might wanna step away from her and give her a little space to breathe. Trust me, that blade can turn you into ashes in a second. And she’s fast.” “Lucky you. She’s a Nephilim. Does she get her wings already?” “Whoa. Wait.” I faced Archibald. “What do you mean by already?”

I take aim and throw my pilum at a Barbarian whose thick beard and hair was entirely covered in bird shite, the pilum was lodged at his right shoulder but in defiance he pulls it off and raises his axe to strike me down. No time to throw my second pilum, so I draw my sword and brace my shield arm for some serious bruising as I bash the bottom of my shield into the charging barbarian’s knees. For a moment, he is pushed back; I take the chance and stab him in the chest. Blood spurts out as I pull off my sword, some splattering on me. I have no time to gag from the odd smell of his blood as another barbarian lunges at me with a rusty sword.

Panic rose to his throat and he tried pulling on the horse, signaling it to stop, but the mass of war-horses and riders surrounding them pushed further and further forward. He saw the enemy vanguard up ahead, bracing for their charge. His panic turned to fear and as he looked down at his right hand again: his spear was now gone. He reached for his chest, and the chain mail he was supposed to be donning has disappeared as well, replaced by the thick red tunic he normally wears during royal ceremonies. I can't fight like this. He tried to utter a sound but even he couldn't hear himself. Where's my armor? I can't fight wearing this. No, stop! His foot slipped out of the stirrup and the pull of

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

Without hesitation, he redeemed the Azure Dragon Spear Technique. The Azure Dragon Spear Technique was akin to a mantra or cultivation method, requiring practice to elevate one's level and strength. As Wilbur recited the technique for the first time, an Azure Dragon Spear materialized in his hand. Observing it closely, he noticed the spear was engraved with an Azure Dragon, and its tip was exceptionally sharp.