Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

Yang Jian gave Darryl the up and down as he nodded his approval. Click! A long black weapon appeared in Yang Jian's hand. It was a spear. At first glance, it looked quite similar to the Heavenly Halberd in Darryl's hand, but it had three sharp blades, and each of them was carved with a giant python! The weapon was called the Tri-point Double-edged Saber! Yang Jian's weapon—the Tri-point Double-edged Saber—was not a Grand Weapon. It belonged in the purple category, and it was known as the most powerful in that category!

He cursed, and the twin swords in his hands began to swing, surging with unbridled violence. He burst into a roar and shifted before Ash. “Spring Rain!” With a loud howl, the blades in his hands began their dance. A dense network of slashes that fell like rain. This had Ash feeling the pressure. Ash kept parrying his opponent’s attacks with his swords, his blades twirling sharply. “Triple Slash.” Swish! Swoosh! The incomparably harsh Triple Slash broke through his opponent’s Harusame sword technique. Immediately after, the other man charged with a booming snarl, “Spring Thunder.”

No tactical shields. Dominic walked at the lead, clad in simple black leather breeches and a dark tunic, a plain, unadorned steel broadsword resting in his right hand. Beside him walked Zane and Tristan, their dark daggers and trench blades unpowered, stripped of all runic enhancements. And walking between them was me. I wore a simple, dark velvet tunic, my long hair braided tightly back, my boots crunching softly against the blue ice. In my right hand, I carried a light, double-edged steel longsword. In my left, wrapped in leather, was the Eclipse Siphon.

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

Now, his other hand slowly reached out, preparing to draw the second blade. Andrew smiled and nodded. "Not bad. You know one blade won't be enough against me, so you're preparing to use both hands and draw both swords. But even if you're not just dual-wielding, even if you're the most famous three-sword style fighter from Eastonia, tonight you'll only have one fate!" The assassin across from him said nothing; only the sound of drawing blades rang out, crisp and bright. One could tell these were two fine swords just by the sound.

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!