The Legend Of Sword Domain Novels & Stories

He coughed up blood and was upset as he asked, "How… How did you know my sword domain's weakness?" "You probably should know the reason before you die. First, your sword domain only showed me two colors, which were black and white. This is an obvious clue. The sword domain can only be maintained with balanced dark and light. "Second, only a major martial god can maintain sword domain. When we exchanged attacks, I was able to detect that you're only a normal martial god. That means your sword domain is an imitation sword domain. All I needed to do was destroy the balance of dark and light to destroy your sword domain."

He had also spread out the vision of his mental domain, which impacted Alex’s vision. His vision was an expanse of sword mounds that contained tens of thousands of divine swords. A huge 328-foot-tall sword with a full silver body was inserted in one of the giant sword mounds. He wanted to sever Alex’s mental domain with the suddenly appearing sword light. However, in the next moment, he was shocked again. The mental domain that Alex had activated was so sturdy that he could not sever it with his divine sword. He felt as though his sword had cut into a viscous paste, or rather a pool glue. Not only did his attack power disintegrate, but he was also trapped within it.

As soon as he spoke, Alexander shot forward toward Narlem, determined to take one of Narlem's fingers. "A tiger without its roar, you're all talk." The infuriated Narlem sharply turned, unleashing his Lord of War's Domain. For someone who cherished his life so much, he would not just surrender. He would resist. Alexander formed a sword seal with his right hand. Sword energy swirled around his right arm, shattering his opponent's Lord of War's Domain with one strike, his figure facing no obstruction. People gasped in astonishment. He was poking a monster's nest, each one stronger than the last.

The Soul Devouring Sword's sinister aura formed a binding barrier around them, rendering them powerless against Adrian’s soul energy. Adrian's eyes bore into them as he spoke in a deadly calm tone, "I asked, where are we? If you cooperate, you might live." The two men exchanged fearful glances. One finally stammered, "Y-You don’t know where you are? Where did you even come from?" Adrian’s expression darkened. "I don’t have time for nonsense." The man shuddered, feeling the oppressive aura of the Soul Devouring Sword weighing on his soul, rendering him unable to resist. Trembling, he managed to reply, "Th-This is the Spirit Domain. Here, our people train primarily through soul transformation.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

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.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"