Swordsman Marvel Novels & Stories

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

They laughed. "Lost her eye on Nerom..." They were holding her ass out. Amari was silent gripping his sword. "Even have the guts coming back her and challenging Marlo." "Didn't you see that even Alkhun was even having a hard time facing him?" "Marlo was the greatest berhalksawn swordsman next to Caile and you even---" He drew her sword pointing at Caile. "I don't care." Everyone laughs even became louder. "A commoner like you can't even par on us on mana."

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

– And you are mistaken, I am not dead, a living heart is beating in my chest. He stepped back, went to the center of the square, slowly turned around, looked around at the sorcerers and at the same time drew both swords from their scabbards. Ice-cold silver and a streak of lifeless white flame gleamed in the sunbeams. The warriors recoiled with a single impulse, frost instantly ran across the stone coating, cold breathed into their faces. Two swords burned with a predatory brilliance, striking with their unreal alienation, ready to absorb any part of the living world. Forever. No remainder.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

Anthony pulled his sword from it's sheathe assuming a battle stance. His spirit was absolutely dripping with so much blood lust it was radiating from him it was damn close to visible to the human eye wrapping around him like a translucent armor. His eyes burning up with rage. Christopher drew Hate and Retribution preparing for the fight to come He couldn't tell how strong Anthony would be, but one thing was for certain by his stance, at the very least he was a talented swordsman. Though unless the old man had gone mad with grief, even with men surrounding Havoc, he wouldn't be standing in front of him alone unless he was confident in his odds to live long enough to put some distance or even

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

(other knight) " Why the hell are you still here?" "Hurry, take your swords out!" Some of the knights transformed into lycans while others pointed their swords at me. I took my sword out to fight back and in a matter of seconds the front knights swords fell down "what.." "when did you even.." "I'm not here to fight you. I'll be your commander from this point on !" "What nonsense is that?!" "Yeah with what qualification are you saying you'll be our commander!?"