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She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

It was as if Fane felt like his words were not worth listening to at all. His whole body shook as he retrieved a sword from his spatial ring. Since Fane seemed to show no emotions at all, he would use his actions to show Fane how being tortured felt like. He shot forward as his blade glowed in a cold light. A massive force started to circular his sword. He aimed his sword right at Fane's head. With a slash, the attack cahrged right at Fane. Fane's expression did not change. Just like before, he pushed his hands forward, and the Broken Soul Blade charged forward rapidly. The gray blood's energy clashed with the other man's attack.

The six sword-arts Heavenly Kings created one miracle after another within the Easthill Sword Dao. The sword could be sharp. The sword could be domineering! The sword could also be gentle! Ning Xueyan's sword, however, gave people a feeling that it was as cold as a cold-blooded animal! Watching the Heavenly King of Sword kill was a pleasure to the senses. It was soul-stirring and pleasing to the eye! Indescribable limits! Hedao’s feet stomped on the ground, his figure rising into the air! East Xiao’s sword glinted with cold light as it stabbed towards Yang Xiao’s vitals!

CHAPTER 119 ARTURO POV I noticed that Raymond was only playing tricks on me that's why I made an illusion of myself. I knew Raymond would never hurt his daughter plus I got an upper hand when Frank linked his mind with me. I smirked at the people who played captor and captive. And in a brisk moment, I slashed my sword at them and they changed to their true form before dying. “Raymond, you should know by now I'm no fool." I echoed in the hall but heard no reply.

It must have been written with a sword by a master swordsman. Especially when looking at each character closely, it was as if there were waves of unparalleled sword intent slashing towards him! Sebastian couldn't help but immerse himself in the sight, almost forgetting about the looming Heavenly Tribulation. "Comprehend the Heavenly Sword Intent, Sword Art Aptitude +5%." Sebastian snapped out of it; he had only glanced at these four characters and yet gained insight into the Sword Intent. Sword Art Aptitude, unlike innate aptitude, represented a person's ease of improving the proficiency of sword techniques. The higher one's Sword Art Aptitude, the easier it was to advance their sword skills

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.

The edge of the blade drew a slash that went deeper through the flesh, but before the sword could completely cut the tail, the Sathir pulled it away, roaring out loud, reeling back. Arth found no time to recover as the Sathir’s claws came for him. He parried every attack with the Frostcalibur, but each one slowly grew heavier in his arms. Blade clashed against claws. The powerful blows had pushed Arth back as he continued defending, but then his eyes caught white frost spreading from the wound he had inflicted on its tail. Arth jumped back as far as he could to dodge both wings that tried to catch him. His breath raced, arms wearing off from dealing with the hard blows nonstop. He had to end

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

"Because I didn't want to. You never cared to know anything about me, that's why." Raising his right hand in the air, a sword came glowing with blue frames straight to his hand. And without thinking twice he cut my arm off. "Ouchhhhhh! Stop it Anu, you are killing me please." I screamed in so much pain. But he didn't listen. He raised his arm again and cut off my second arm. Maybe he thought I wasn't hurt because he was doing it with ease as if he was enjoying the act.