Undefeatable Swordsman の小説・ストーリー

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."

Contempt! Humiliation! All the spectators from Japan were filled with grief and indignation. "Everyone knows how powerful our Super Masters of Sword are. They have won every battle and suffered zero defeats. It's impossible for you to kill them!" “Shameless Yang Xiao, you actually launched a sneak attack!” How could the invincible Super Master of swordsmanship be killed by the same person? This person was silent and nameless in the Sword Tao world! The Second Heaven King's eyes became gloomy. "Yang Xiao, your sneak attack will not work after a few times!"

The swords they rode on could not compare with this one at all. The white sword seemed to have a spirit as it slowly fell on Yu Yifeng's hands. He said, "This sword is named 'Unsullied'. Those who are unsullied within will not be tempted by the unrighteousness." He put the sword back in the sheath, handed the sheath over to Xiao Chen, and said, "From now on, you are the master of this sword."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

They were both gasping, steam rising from their bodies in the cold air. She looked up at him, from the ground, defiance still burning in her eyes, but mixed with the acknowledgement of defeat. "Yield," she said, the word gritted out. He didn't move. He stared down at her, his chest heaving, seeing not a defeated lady, but a warrior on her back. The urge to gloat died unborn. The victory felt hollow, won by chance. He lowered his sword, offering his hand instead. She stared at it for a heartbeat, then took it. His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease.

Yet his heart kept trying to warn him not to trust the being before him—a being full of narrow-mindedness—too easily. Seraphim is the one who defies everything the most. She took the life of someone whose time to die had not yet come, which enraged the Moon Goddess. She was the greatest defier of fate, even though she belonged to the lowest caste. “To rewrite your destiny, you must go back to the time when Eira was still alive. Rewrite your own destiny by fighting the evil within yourself from the past, so you can have the present without losing anything.” “So how do I do that?” asked Kael, who was slightly intrigued by what Serafim was saying.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

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

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.