Swordsman Synonym Novels & Stories

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Looking towards the 500 men with an evil smile he dashed forwards swinging hard, cleaving through 10 men at once with ease. “Kill him you idiots!!” Sampson screamed to his men, even he was surprised at how quickly 10 men were brought death in one swing of a sword, he had seen many strong warriors in his time fighting, but knew this time was different, he had never seen someone augment themselves magically, he didn’t even know it was possible.

While Maxim dealt with Samuel, the rest of the griffin knights would attack the dragon at once. Maxim unsheathed his sword and coated it with aura. Samuel did the same and coated his sword with aura. An aura user. Both of them were the aura users who were also the sword masters. Swordmaster was the sword user who had enlightenment and was capable of using the aura to cut the enemy. Swordmaster was the strongest sword user that not many could achieve. Maxim raised his sword into the air and pointed at Samuel. The white aura shot up to the sky before pointing at Samuel.

It was just that this man had been out of the martial arts world in recent years and no one had ever seen him. The two figures crossed each other and separated as soon as they touched each other. The long swords in their hands were both unsheathed. Dragon's swordsmanship was heavy and lacked changes, but it was much steadier. As for Sannuit, his swordsmanship was light and ingenious, which was more gorgeous and amazing. It was hard to say who was more outstanding. And it was difficult to easily determine the winner in the battle between the two. It depended on strength, and perhaps some luck.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

Chaos said. The man was a deadly tornado with the twin swords twirling in his hands. He kept on missing the vital parts but his opponent was already bleeding in many parts of his body. Despite being clothed in armor, the hook of his sword was able to squeeze some cuts in the place where the armor can’t cover. Even his fighting style was not that of a knight. It was more like a barbarian whose strikes had no sense of direction. He was just attacking to wound or kill.

(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!?"

With ruthless determination, Alaric plunged the sword into the ground before their very eyes. Blood-curdling screams echoed through the air as they cried out in agony. With intense commitment, the King hurled his sword towards his enemies, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. The sharp edge of the weapon met the filthy mouths of his foes, leaving behind a trail of deep, jagged wounds.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.