Whirlwind Blade 소설 & 이야기

... Colin froze, then scoffed, "Come on. You're 29 and still so childish? You think this trick will get my attention?" His friends echoed him one after another. "Know your distance." "An ugly duckling can't beat a swan." "Are you jealous, pulling this stunt to embarrass him?" Joyce bowed her head, sounding pitiful. "I'll pay you. Does $20,000 work for you? Just don't hassle Colin anymore. He called you here for my sake. If you're mad, take it out on me."

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

Like a jackhammer drilling in my head. “It looks like you did not do your research properly then,” I conveyed to her as I twisted my hand that was holding my wand and poured another spell inside the air bubble. Shards of air blades ran rampant inside leaving deep scratches on her pale skin. She shrilled loudly together with another attack that was coming to my head. I held my head in pain causing the spell to cancel. And I saw yet another memory, ------- “Don’t do it Moria,” Harlequin’s voice pleadingly asked the wind goddess.

The question gnawed at him, adding to his discontent. Just as the last of the attendees turned to leave, a sudden, violent whirlwind erupted, tearing through the area with an ear-splitting roar. The wind howled like an enraged beast, its force relentless as it whipped around them like a frenzied hurricane. Those with lower cultivation were immediately swept off their feet, tossed around as if they were mere ragdolls. Their terrified screams were swallowed by the furious wind, while the more powerful individuals struggled to maintain their footing, buffeted violently by the gale.

"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.