Wei Wuxian Sword Novels & Stories

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes

That would make it even more precious. Wuhlricht turned around, looked at Severin with a slightly complicated expression, and said, "See you in a year!" He then flew straight forward and disappeared into the night. "I'm still shocked that this a flying sword! Haha! This is great!" After Wuhlricht left, Severin waved his palm and took out the flying sword again. He placed a drop of his blood on it to let it know that he was its owner, and he soon learned its name—the Blood Fiend Sword. It was a name full of character and domineeringness.

Tridents, wands, spears, as well as swords were soon seen hitting and smiting one another again in the air. “Don’t worry, Brother Jun Xiong... Definitely, of course, I won’t let him touch me; I’ll never let him lay down even one of his fingers on my body...” Princess Wang Xiu Mei’s hand was lifted up to caress and fondle her beloved Brother Jun Xiong’s flawless, gorgeous and handsome face.

The three people reciprocated their greetings. This man's name was Gui Qulai, which was really rare. "I wonder what kind of weapons you need." It was obvious that Wang Xiaoqi's words made him delighted because he was so enthusiastic about the three as to personally act as their assistant. "I need a light single-hand sword and a set of lightweight armor." Wang Xiaoqi stated his request in detail.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

She was stunningly beautiful and irresistibly captivating. Marius and Taichu, also feeling this fear, looked up in horror. “That’s…” Marius was so shocked that he could not continue. Taichu asked tremblingly, “Is that the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword? It’s only the third out of the latter six swords. Yet, how is it so powerful?” Marius shook his head and said, “It’s not just the sword. The wielder’s strength plays a big part in its potency. Taichu asked anxiously, “Could it be Lord Goyo is here? But isn’t he busy dealing with Xanthakos’ army?”

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

His appearance was shambles, and his face gave off an unpleasant vibe, indicating that he had experienced a great deal of rage. Wun Lan Guqin vanishes in front of his eyes as he takes a couple of deep breaths. When he felt he was already doing well, he breathed in and out to make himself feel more at ease. He then corrected his posture and returned to his normal state. He turned back, flickering his hanfu sleeve, then emerged from his chamber and summoned his spiritual sword. A sword that can transform into a serpent-like dragon. It has the ability to kill three million opponents in one swing, split the ground in half, and eat its opponents through illusion, leaving only their footprints on

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.