Given the situation, it was truly hard to say whether he could kill his opponent. The intervention of the eminent monk from the Danzhu Buddhist Sect had caused the variables in the situation to multiply, while the mysterious sword cultivator's improvement was also beyond Lord Ji Yuan's expectations.
For experts at this level, an enemy's formidable strength was not the most frightening thing. What was truly troublesome was the constant emergence of unforeseen variables. Once one's cultivation reached a certain level, what one sought was the exhilarating feeling of having everything under control.
But now, the situation had already become like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, while Lu Xiaotian and that mysterious sword cultivator's strength kept refreshing Lord Ji Yuan's understanding.
The Misty Flying Sword swept lightly toward him with a slash. The amount of magic power it employed was more or less the same as before, yet it was no longer something he could deal with as easily as before.
Lord Ji Yuan waved the great banner in his hand, forming a gigantic vortex in the void. The vortex was so deep that its bottom could not be seen with the naked eye. The Misty Flying Sword neither dodged nor yielded, plunging directly into the enormous vortex.
Lord Ji Yuan moved the azure banner in his hand again, intending to gather enough power to deal with Lu Xiaotian's true body. Yet he suddenly felt the great banner sink in his hand, making it impossible to wave easily. The Misty Flying Sword that had vanished into the vortex seemed to have grown countless invisible threads, secretly wrapping around the azure banner.
Lord Ji Yuan's heart sank. The bond between this mysterious sword cultivator and Lu Xiaotian was even closer than he had imagined. The mysterious