The Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

Even if his foe ended up in the water, he could salvage some semblance of honor. "How boring," Alexander remarked as he swung his sword. With a single stroke, he effortlessly deflected all of Truman's attacks. Though both were skilled martial artists, the discrepancy in their combat prowess was stark. Alexander had honed his swordsmanship to a level of mastery unmatched by his opponent.

A sword was thrown at my feet and a man wearing swordsman's armor advanced on me. "This is not a training bout, if you do not kill me, I will kill you," he said. His attacks were ferocious, he was strong and had clearly fought many men in battle. He met my attacks with stronger attacks and I knew I'd have to be smart to beat him. I remembered one of my favorite lightsaber moves, I'd copied it from Anakin in one of the Star Wars movies and it was pretty hard to defend against. He was confused at first but that was my plan. I spun the sword that forced him to step back then struck his legs between the armor, taking him to his knees. He kept himself upright with his sword but he was defenseless

And of course, Warrior I and Warrior II, those beautiful, elegant positions that are like poetry written with the body. When Sully came home and saw Cordelia out on the patio, he stopped dead. She was standing in full sunlight, her arms raised over her head, in a deep lunge that demanded every muscle in her legs and back fight to keep her upright. She looked unbelievably strong and centered, and so damn fierce. His warrior.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

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."

Some people in the crowd also recognized the real identity of the elegant middle-aged man. "Three Thousand Swords" Shi Yihuang was a legendary figure ten years ago. It was said that he had three thousand swords on his palm and had defeated countless swordsmen and masters. His strength was so powerful that some people even called him the No. 1 Swordsman on the Eastern Continent. He was regarded as the most promising young human genius on the Eastern Continent to challenge the peerless Eldest and the Thirteenth Divine Princes in the God's Palace. Moreover, Shi Yihuang was a man who was ready to stand out for justice and abhorred evils as deadly foes. He suited the action to the word. He was a

The famous sword broke into two pieces as the swordsman's sword heart shattered. Philip looked at the swordsman with disinterest. Although he did not kill the other party, his sword heart was destroyed. For a swordsman, it was no different from killing him. Unless he could rebuild his sword heart. A white tiger mark appeared on the forehead of the topless burly man as he fought Duane with all his might. The white tiger imprint made him invincible. Although Duane could still fight head-on with this guy from the white tiger royal family right now, his defeat was just a matter of time.

As long as he said his master's name, this young man would show him some respect. "I'm from Qing Bang. My master has a martial arts supreme power. He's the Undefeated Jingang, Zhan Wudi!" "What? Your master is Zhan Wudi?" Ye Kai, who was next to them, was suddenly stunned. Li Hu's face lit up slightly as he said, "My master is Zhan Wudi, the Undefeated Jingang. You should let me go now!" He believed that if he used his master's name, any martial artist would respect him. No one would dare to kill him.

Prince Kazexian and Prince Kanzuka unleashed the power of their swords until a fiery light enveloped the sword, and were ready to exterminate anyone. Prince Kazexian attacked an army that wounded Prince Kanzuka with a flaming sword. The release was right on his body, but the cut did not seem to have any effect, not even the blood. Prince Kanzuka and Kazexian who saw this were shocked. It is not possible for them to fight any longer after seeing the weapons alone are not suitable for this rebel force. Prince Kanzuka and Kazexian also decided to retreat with their troops.