Qu Wuhui's intuition was right. Even though he did not understand the mysteries of the Body Sword Technique, that did not mean he failed to recognize something strange about it.
This flying sword was utterly unlike anything they knew of Sword Cultivators. Its sudden eruption of power was simply not something a normal flying sword should have displayed. The thunder fluctuations had no effect on it whatsoever. Inexplicably savage, it seemed to possess intelligence of its own, its flight path shifting unpredictably, inspiring dread at a glance.
The two understood each other without a word and retreated together. Two bolts of thunder struck the flying sword in succession, yet neither could do anything to it.
The best method now was the simplest: get farther from Thundercloud and force the Sword Cultivator to show himself!
There was always a limit to how far a Sword Cultivator could control his flying sword. It could not follow forever. For a Heaven-Connecting Realm Sword Cultivator, roughly three hundred zhang was the limit.
The flying sword entangled the second Daoist, swooping and wheeling with extraordinary sharpness. Even with both men unleashing thunder to intercept it, they could not stop its edge. It was as though that were not a flying sword, but a person!
"Fall back, quickly!" Qu Wuhui roared.
Two men, both third-level experts, had actually failed to stop a single flying sword despite giving it their all-and a second-level cultivator's flying sword at that. No one would believe it if they told the tale.
But that was the truth. They bitterly regretted chasing after him and making this unnecessary move. Would it not have been better to go their separate ways in peace? But heaven toyed with men. They had not deliberately sought him out, yet they had caught up with this Sword