The Way Of The Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Life Destroying Slash!” In slow motion, one could see how the youngest's sword motion had been aimed very precisely at Zhou Fu's crown. Without expending much effort, the youngest's heirloom sword could cut a giant rock the size of a grown man. With the addition of a little power, the sword could cut through steel, and with the help of the Red Pill, the slashing power of the sword would be equivalent to hitting a thousand swords at one point. "Damn it! You should have tortured him first! Why should rush to split the crown?!” shouted the second brother from where he was standing. The two brothers who witnessed the brutality of the youngest felt a little disappointed because their younger bro

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

My heart drums a terrifying rhythm, threatening to make me combust. I bring my own knife in a downward motion as if I were attempting to carve a cross on his chest. He falls back but not before the blade kisses his tanned skin. He snarls in my direction while my ears muffle the sound that surrounds me, focusing my attention on the rough-looking hybrid. He descends on me, sending blow after blow with agility and ferocity. My body bends and whirls, sidestepping each one of his strong hits, studying the motions, though I know that I won't be able to keep him at bay for long.

“He wants to enter after the chaos. After the noise. Like a king stepping over corpses.” Cristo scoffed. “So we crown him in fire.” “No,” I said slowly. “We let him almost win.” They all looked at me. I smiled, just a flicker of it. “We let him walk through the bodies. Let him believe the dome is finished. Then we close the door behind him.” Bukky crossed his arms. “And who finishes him?” I reached for my blade, the silver one with the darkened edge. “I do.” Silence. Then Milo stood first.

Then taso uses his killing intent. If that's what you want you have challenged a god, COME FORTH! THE SWORD THAT CAN SLICE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, HOLD SWORD DURANDAL! Then the holy sword Durandal comes pops out of thin air and then taso grabs the sword, and he uses a technique. AEROBA RENAKATA RO NAKATA DANCING SUN SLASH! Then the sword Durandal was burning fire in every structure of the sword, it was like the color of the sun.

koushy was burning like fire while shooting every question at her mom. Seeing her mother's silence koushy let out a sarcastic laugh, tears were rolling down to her cheeks, she wiped them instant and said " no right? My father never did such things right? Because he was a man of morals and knew how to treat and respect his wife. But you want me to endure these shits? How hypocritic you are "

She goes back to where Devilio is laying dead on the floor and looks at the sword in her hand; flashbacks of her father’s face, and the day he promised that he would one day give her the sword, all hit her at once. She puts the sword to Devilio’s neck and softly cuts the flesh until she hits bone, The Vanatian sword is not just any other sword; it works on its own and before Kayola knows it, Devilio’s head is off his body and in her hand. She walks out of the cottage and walks back to the battlefield, slowly and majestically. As soon as the soldiers see her from afar, they bow; every one of them. Warinth hits his javelin on the floor, and the soldier beside him does the same, followed by all

“Looks like I’ll have to look for a new way to train!” Zephyr sighed. He put out his right arm, “Come!” With that, a white light flashed across the sky, then landed in Zephyr’s hand. His sword filled with Focus, and vibrated in his hand. He gripped it tightly before he sent an arcing slash towards the waterfall. “Seven Slash – Fifth Slash!”

His sword slung towards Nathan's neck in a trajectory as swift as an arrow. Nathan scoffed and hit his whip sword off his arm. Wayne's weapon got knocked off and broke in half. What? What just happened? Wayne stared at the other half of his sword in disbelief. How is that even possible? Nathan saw his chance and took control of the fight. He darted forward and caught Wayne by his shoulders, shoving him downwards in full force. "How dare you talk to me in that manner?" His hands landed on Wayne's shoulder like a heavy boulder. Wayne's legs gave way under the pressure and he dropped on his knees.