Swords And Flowers Korean Drama 소설 & 이야기

My grip tightens on the hilt of the weapon as I prepare myself for the impending clash. Surrounded by a few Embers, I catch a glimpse of Sora's fiery ginger hair nearby, her expression, that of shock. Stepping forward, I swing my sword, but he dodges with impressive agility. As the clash of steel filled the air, each strike reverberated through the training square like a thunderous drumbeat. Thrystan moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and combat experience in the Wreath.

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.

Instead, they engaged in a vicious fight. Jiang Qianqian performed a set of swordsmanship called the Heavenly Maids Blossoms-Scattering Swordplay. Her posture was like the Mystic Lady of the Nine Heavens. The long sword in her hand left numerous shadows behind. It was like a rain of swords pouring down from midair. One after another, those shadows of her sword came to attack Xiao Chen.