The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

A slender silver chain hangs around my neck, with a dewdrop in jade which rests in the cleft of my collarbone. Movement from beyond the door; the creak of footsteps; I sit up, arranging my hair to drape over my shoulders and breasts. He stands, haloed by the light spilling through. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what. "Charlotte?" "Master." I hold out my hands, welcoming him. Wearing his suit and shirt, his polished shoes, he approaches me slowly, almost hesitantly, as though he's nervous... My Master? Nervous?

Tadhg Walter's expression was cold, revealing an extremely confident smile. "Hmph, at this point, you still dare to speak nonsense, you really don't know how to live and die!" Land Ghost Grandmaster snorted coldly, his expression very disdainful. Tadhg Walter is just a dead duck. In front of the Masterpiece Fairy Grand Martial Skill Break Nowhere Punch, Tadhg Walter was simply unable to stop it. And the Golden Armor Grandmaster was once again attacked, powerful punch power, crushing the void, forming vast, terrifying miracles in pieces.

I noticed that I fell asleep. I stood up and straighten my dress. Anyway, as I said earlier, no one was around and I'm all alone, I won't feel embarrassed. As I shake my clothes to clear the dust off it, I suddenly noticed a sword leaning beside the mahogany cabinet near the living room. We don't have a sword. I don't remember mom nor Hajime have one. When and where did it came from? I walked towards it and examined it with my eyes first. My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

A sword! And it was coming straight at me! I struggled to catch it, but missed by inches apart, it unceremoniously clattered to the ground at my foot. I sucked it a deep breath. It was not the blunt wooden training sticks I had trained with james, noo, this was a real sword, with its sharp and cold blades. I marveled at the weight of such foreign instrument and how heavy it felt while holding it. I stared at it. “Is this…” “It’s time you see yourself for who you are,” Master said, his voice cold, “not what you want people to think you are.”

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"

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."

Walganus opened the Sword Master’s cell and walked in. The Sword Master was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, she opened her eyes. Through the dim lights, she saw Walganus approaching her. Though she wanted to stand, she could not exert even a single ounce of strength. "W-Walganus Jaxon! What do you think you are doing?” She asked in a feeble voice. Walganus waved his hand casually, and a chair magically appeared out of thin air. He sat on the chair cross-legged and looked at the Sword Master, saying smilingly, “You should know what I want, don’t you?”

[Loose Cultivator: Jim] [Occupation: Sword repairman] [Realm: Early stage of foundation building] [Health: 5300/5300] [Strength: 70] [Psychic power: 40] [Defense: 55] [Speed: 50] [Knowing: 6] [Equipment: Spiritual Item·Snow-cutting Knife, Spiritual Item·Hundred Refining Ring, Spiritual Item·Rhinoceros Belt] [Sword Technique: Wide Moon Saber Technique (small)] [Martial Skill: Soul-Destroying Slash (small)] [Spiritual Skill: Hundred Fire Fire Slash (Beginner)] [Movement Technique: Clone Shadow Step (small)]

He kneeled on one knee and bowed. “I know.” Sherif Jumpei. He was the disciple that inherited the Loyalty Sword. Loyalty Sword was the power that powered up the mind and the body and acted as a true servant to the one they served. In this case, his loyalty was sole to Persephone; his master and savior. “Will Lord Hades be okay, master? Should I aid him on the battlefield for a certain result?” “Hahaha.” The sound of her laughter vibrated through the place. “You don’t have to be so uptight. He will be okay. My husband is not a weakling that needs your backup.”