Versatile Sword Cultivator Novel Novels & Stories

He raised his right hand sharply, and a sword light over three meters long condensed in his palm, tinged with a faint golden glow—clearly, he had been nurturing this sword for a long time. Amelia simply stood there. She carried no weapon, nor did she circulate her aura. She just stood quietly at the center of the platform, her gaze calm as she looked at Isaiah: "Go ahead, I'll give you this chance." Isaiah's pupils contracted, the killing intent in his eyes intensifying. He suddenly thrust his sword straight at Amelia's throat, Zen Aura surging like a raging river, instantly engulfing the entire Mount Wraith. "Fellow Cultivator Cromwell! No weapon, no Zen Aura? Acting arrogant in front of me

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The man’s gaze immediately fell on the spot where the demon prince had launched his attack; he could still clearly smell the demon prince’s scent in the air. “The demon prince? Just you wait! I’ll kill every last demon with my sword; I’ll never let you demons run rampant in my world!” declared the man with the sword, glaring at a flock of two-horned vultures. RAAAARRRR “Charge! “Noisy! The Sword Sect’s secret technique, ‘A Hundred Swords Shatter a Mountain’!” With a flick of his sword, the man from the Sword Sect swiftly took down a group of Vultures and earned over a hundred points. Seeing that his points had increased but his position remained the same, a deep anger welled up within him. A

"The tiltyard. An hour before dawn." Without another word, she collected the swords and walked past him, her stride eating up the garden path. He didn't turn to watch her go. He stood in the mist, feeling the residual warmth of her grip on the sword hilt, and the unsettling sense that the carefully ordered chessboard of his life had just been swept clean, replaced by a game with rules he did not yet know. --- The "old tiltyard" was a forgotten rectangle of packed earth between the mossy back of the armory and the high, blank wall of the monastery. Weeds pushed through the cracks in the viewing stands. It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude.

"You! A man with no seed in his blood! You expected me to give you a golden dragon? Look at yourself! Do you have the ability?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "If I had not overheard the healer talking, I would still be worrying that something was wrong with me! This is all your fault! You have no ability, but you dream of golden heirs! You deserve to wear the horns of a cuckold!" "Die!" Drakon's face darkened. He drew his sword and ran her through the heart. Caspian shifted into serpent form and tried to flee. Drakon transformed into his golden dragon shape, seized the serpent with his claws, and crushed him alive.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

On the contrary, Sistela floated near the man while question marks floated above her head as she was staring at the man and his deity with doubt. She might be wondering why such a person had the same body as her. Maybe this person was the mother of all System Deities. (LoL) Yman's mouth leaked a forced smile. Then he walked to the sword area leaving Sistela on the counter. Swords in different designed and sizes were lined on top of a table covered by dark-colored clothes besides their scabbard. The sword shined as the yellow illumination of light reflected on its blade.

'' I AM Stella you know me already though '' said the fairy she was short with brunett hair and blue eyes . '' I am Noir '' said one tiny girl with white hair , shining like the moon , along with purple eyes . '' Albert , will you come already ?'' the master grunted . '' Okay okay '' said one boy with light brown hair curly at the tips , along with deep blue eyes . '' I am albert , spell caster'' he said with a annoying face . '' Celia is a witch , Stella is fairy , Adam is Swordsman , Albert is spell caster '' the master said .

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.