Zanbato Sword Novels & Stories

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana. “Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?” “Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.” “Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.” “Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like

After saying that, Kyo Chiba turned the sword into a bolt of lightning and cut straight at Xuanyuan Lige's face. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto had worked with Kyo Chiba for many years and they knew each other very well. The moment Kyo Chiba took out his sword, they also drew their swords. The swords light and the Sword Qi of Kyo Chiba were mixed together, covering the whole world, leaving no gap. If Xuanyuan Lige was still at the early stage of the Saint Realm, she would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

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."

’ 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.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What is that sword!? Why is his chance of victory dropped like that? Feng Jutian thought in his heart as he considered the full retreat option. But before that, he needs to know about the sword in Tian Xiulan's hand. [System, scan the sword in her hand.] He commands. [Scanning…] [Scan Complate] Data Weapon type: Sword Name: Bai Lan Grade: Half-Immortal

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.

How shameless he was to bully the weak? Caspian patted the sword box on his back and waved his arm. In an instant, the sword radiance flashed and was shockingly straight. "Purgatory-breaking Sword of the White Emperor! Soul-Extermination Cut of Ten Thousand Realms!" At this moment, the two-finger-wide sword body burst out a dazzling and sharp light. As Caspian swung his sword, thousands of sword lights danced in the air. Endless light, air, and vitality were all extinguished in an instant.

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.

As long as he could win, as long as he could kill Harvey… As long as he could succeed, it didn't matter what methods he used. Many Islanders started to cheer for Souichiro. When Souichiro heard how the Islanders around him started to cheer for him, he laughed and immediately pulled out the longsword from his belt. The blade was sharp, with a hint of blood on it. It was as if it had been drenched in blood for so many years and had never been washed. With the sword in his hand, Souichiro's willpower was on the rise. "Careful, sir." Yvonne suddenly remembered something when she looked at the longsword. "I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring state