Novel & Cerita The Blind Swordsman

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

"The Sword Blast would remain the most powerful swordsmanship through eternity—have you heard about that?" The mysterious man exuded a powerful aura as he spoke. If there were other sect masters present at the time, they would have been shocked. The Sword Blast would remain the most powerful swordsmanship through eternity—was the representative of the Saber Saint, Preston Medina, a legend in the world of cultivators from about 20 years ago.

“She alright?” “She’s more than alright,” he said. “She’s leading drills.” I blinked. “Drills?” “With your warriors. My warriors. The ones who used to side-eye her like she was contagious.” My brow rose. “She’s training them?” “Blind-fighting,” he confirmed. “She’s running circles around them, Damon. Literally. She had five of them try to flank her—they didn’t land a single hit.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “I assume Theo was one of them?”

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

That melody, as the blind old man stated at the outset, was a dirge, which was played to the dead. The little boy slammed the one-meter-long broken sword against the black-clad man. A ten-meter-long sword glow shot toward the black-clad man all of a sudden. The man in black fought through the excruciating pain in his chest and waved his sword to block the blade glow. His heart was pounding wildly as he took several steps back in a row. “No wonder I could take out that blind old man so easily! Boy, you are the Nebulous Swordsman!” The little boy’s expression became increasingly hideous. In the eyes of the man in black, his appearance had changed several times in a matter of seconds. He couldn

He jumped back and with hostility and asked, "Who exactly are you!?" "......" Silence was my answer and blasted myself forward in a horizontal slash with the blunt end of my sword. Blaze of smoke was produced following my trail as I finished him off with a variation of my Father's . This veiled swordsman strength is just that much to applaud. I'll give him that. He fell on the ground unconsciously, while the three robed individuals who were with him skedaddle out of fear, dragging the swordsman with them.

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"

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

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.