Novel & Cerita Sword Wielders

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.

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.

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

But as though sensing his intentions, the other knight deliberately moved away, fully forcing himself to be herded away from wherever Jin had fully intended to strike him down. Clang after clang, their movements, their silver blades were shooing away any beast that would come curiously close and dare to interfere from this fight. The two circled one another, unwilling to distance themselves. “That sword…” Hans murmured. Jin knew what the man was thinking. He was thinking the same, after all. Both of them were using weapons gifted to the descendants of the Sans family–unbreakable holy weapons, without a doubt.

The bombardment quaked the entire forest. And to the very back of the crowd, Caleb snapped softly, "Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer! Go!" The swords, each barely two fingers wide but stretching over three feet long, swished through the air and shot forward! Swish!!! All four swords tore through the air with a deafening burst, followed by the hum of the blades! "Where did that humming come home?" "Gosh, that's so scary… To think that there are sword cultivators among us!"

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

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"

Alpha Dominic ordered her. “Yes, Alpha,” she replied without any fear in her voice. Amaira held the sword and moved it higher in the air. “In my pack, warriors who use swords are brave and strong, wielding their weapons with precision and skill. They are trained to fight with strength and agility, and their sword is an extension of their body. They are relentless and fearless, ready to take on any enemy. Their sword is their shield, and their courage is their weapon. They symbolize strength and honor, and their peers and enemies respect them.” Amaira looked at every trainee with equal pride as she spoke each word.

It was a horrifying sight. The eight swordsmen did not even blink after seeing what happened. They all came to the deck instantly before swinging their longswords once again. Booooom! The aura of the swordsmen’s attacks formed an immense, terrifying pressure. Even the deck seemed to be collapsing because of their actions. Akio came outside with a warm smile on his face, holding his teacup. “Sir York, these are the Shindan Way’s Sons of Raiden! “I taught them myself to serve the Emperor himself.

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.