The Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

"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."

I woke up in the middle of the night and began cultivating my internal energy, drawing upon the memories stored in this body. According to the knowledge of the previous owner, cultivators are highly esteemed in this era. A single cultivator can defeat ten or more martial artists based on the strength accumulated through their internal energy. In my previous life, the organization I was part of researched similar techniques, but they yielded no results. Perhaps the pollution in the modern world prevented them from absorbing the earth spirit energy. My mother, who clearly had a significant background, taught me how to cultivate. My father was also involved, but the previous Bellona was sworn t

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

She was imagining him with the sword butt naked in all the glory. "This sword was designed specifically to cut through human flesh and bone; in the hands of an expert swordsman, this Katana was fully capable of cutting a man diagonally in half with one clean blow, though it was a highly specialized sword and could not cut gun barrels in half, chop down trees, or cut stone as some modern manga and anime may have you believe." "What? You watched manga and anime?" Wow, this man was surprising. Sophie intruded as she raised her brows and knitted her forehead while she leaned on the armchair as if judging him from the depths of his mind.

Even without sword techniques, every move from Sebastian made it difficult for Jim to defend. Jim's initial contempt had long disappeared. This seemingly weak guy, like an ant, not only forced him to use his ultimate spiritual skill but also continually improved himself during the battle. This person was too terrifying. Jim speculated that this guy must be an important disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He must not let him go; otherwise, it would lead to endless trouble. As time passed, five minutes quickly elapsed, and Sebastian suddenly felt a sharp decline in his strength.

"Husband, I will always be with you! So, draw your sword and slash everything that stands in your way." "Yes! I will draw my sword, slash all my enemies, if the sky blocks my path then I will slash the sky! If heaven blocks me then let me destroy heaven, and if hell wants to pull me down then I will destroy hell, Double sword slash, heaven-destroying slash!" "Don't underestimate me! Hell-splitting slash,” at the same time, the undead creature, which seemed to have a little bit of reason, also realized that Xiao Chen was using his strongest technique, so it also used its sword technique with full force.

The fucking mate bond. Luckily, I got rid of my mate the moment I found her. There's no room for weakness in me, and that's what the mate bond brings. As for my father, he just unleashed the monster he created I'll show him the true meaning of power. And I'll bring the world to its knees. The thought is exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline that courses through my veins like a potent elixir. I am Masterpiece, and I am unstoppable. The city trembles at my feet, the shadows deepening as if in fear of what I'm about to unleash.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The blue man laughed, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror, "you're quite mouthy. " He shrugged, "but I supposed that's to be expected. My name is Sheamus Creeden. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stewart." My blood ran cold. Everyone knew about Sheamus. He was the number one potion gangster in our world. His black market potions, spells, charms and hexes were well known, of the highest quality and usually, utterly fatal. "Nice to meet you too. " Ben muttered, pulling me into his lap.