Whirlwind Blade Novels & Stories

Inside the dark vortex of the lower machinery well, the remaining support chains of the ventilation shaft gave their final, high-pitched ring. The entire upper frame, along with the vanguard mothers and the child with the Salvatore features, dropped an additional three feet through the green mist, the iron platform locking at a vertical angle directly above the spinning blades of the main fan. The metal blades were chewing through the lower oak frame with a terrifying, rhythmic screech that sent a fresh shower of red sparks into the suffocating air. The child remained rigid, his small fingers still locked around the live copper braid, his skin a brilliant, cracked lattice of white lines from

"Boss, please go easy on me." "I will." As soon as Victor finished speaking, he swung the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade towards Windfall. As the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade was swung, an invisible electromagnetic field covered a hundred-meter radius around Victor's mech. The magnetic field gave Windfall, a mechanical lifeform, some trouble. "Boss, my body feels a bit numb," Windfall told Victor as he swung his flail to block Victor's attack. It must be said that Windfall's flail was indeed very tough. The Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade couldn't damage it. It was unknown what metal the flail was made of.

The train's horn blared as it zipped through the tunnel, disappearing into the pitch-blackness for a brief moment before emerging into the blinding light. Willow peered out the window and observed the passing view, the dust that briefly flowed and then settled, the trees and their leaves that appeared to be waving goodbye, the farmer's fields, and one or two stray children who appeared small in her view. She observed a man standing in a field, watching the passing train. She would only ever see his silhouette, and never his face.

Magnus held his broadsword, its blade etched with ancient runes meant to ward off dark magic. The wind picked up suddenly, howling through the trees like a ghostly wail. It tore through the forest with such force that the three of them had to brace themselves, the gust nearly knocking them off their feet. Leaves and debris swirled around them, creating a cyclone of movement that obscured their vision. The howling grew louder, almost deafening, until it felt like the forest itself was screaming in warning.

Outside, Egbert Leon didn't participate, but watched with unceasing suspense, watching the other two compete in strength, and most importantly, seeing Tadhg Walter's magic power. Enoch Thomas's hands crossed, and immediately the wind gathered into eight blades, even though it was an air blade, it was extremely luminous, its sharpness could be felt even a few meters away, emitting a killing aura that forced people can't breathe. This is also Enoch Thomas an extremely successful technique, called Whirlwind Slash, it took him more than ten years to push the technique to the top of the wind state, taking one to ten, many masters died at the hand him by this trick.

The Whirlwind Panther made it seem like he would attack Caelum, but in reality, it had set up a formation to trap Andrius. Countless wind blades transformed from the divine energy of an adult Whirlwind Panther, carrying immeasurable power, ensued. Andrius tried to block them with the Linebreaker Overlord, and even though he succeeded, each impact caused significant damage to his body. After several rounds of attack, Andrius’ immortal essence was depleting rapidly. He may have an abundance of wolf blood, but it could not keep up, and his condition was deteriorating. Bam! Finally, the Whirlwind Panther found an opportunity to hit Andrius with a wind blade, sending the latter crashing to the gr

Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech. Cloudwalker's expression remained unchanged. He waved his fly whisk, and the golden light surged, the whisk's threads tracing graceful arcs in the air like golden chains, wrapping around each incoming black energy blade. With a flick of his wrist, the fly whisk snapped, instantly purifying the blades into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

The wind spirit hadn't even looked at Xasha once this whole time. Saxon slashed with Red Fang, a sea of flames spread then, Growl! A pack of over 100 flaming wolves jumped out of the sea of fire. Using their claws and jaws, they clawed and bit the wind blades, turning them back into loose fire particles. Quite a few wolves were sliced to pieces by the wind blades. All the wind blades were exhausted but a few dozen wolves remained, who were still attacking the wind spirit from all sides.

Because of his carelessness, he was struck by the dragon's tail and sent flying. However, the Immortal Emperor Wind took the opportunity to condense wind into blades. Two enormous wind blades shot out explosively toward the eyes of the enormous dragon. The winds in this world were the Immortal Emperor Wind's weapons. Two wind blades were less than a hundred meters away from the enormous dragon's eyes. They shot out explosively and arrived at the eyes of the dragon quickly. A hint of cruel killing intent appeared on the Immortal Emperor Wind's face. How could a blind dragon be fierce?