Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 473 - 473 472 Under the Thunder

473: Chapter 472: Under the Thunder 473: Chapter 472: Under the Thunder Hou Niao’s intuition was right, even though he didn’t understand the mysteries of the Body Sword Skill, it didn’t mean that he was clueless about the situation.

This Flying Sword was completely different from their understanding of Sword Cultivators.

The sudden burst of power wasn’t what a normal Flying Sword should have.

The thunderous fluctuation had no effect on it; it was fiercely inexplicable as if it had its intelligence.

Its trajectory was unpredictable and daunting.

The two shared thoughts and retreated simultaneously.

Two bolts of lightning struck the Flying Sword one after another, but to no avail.

The best thing to do now was the simplest: distance themselves further from the thunderclouds to force the Sword Cultivator to show himself!

There was a maximum distance a Sword Cultivator could control their Flying Sword, and it couldn’t follow forever.

For a Sword Cultivator of the Tongtian Realm, about three hundred zhang was the limit.

The Flying Sword entangled the second Daoist, whizzing and turning sharply.

Even with two people unleashing thunderbolts to block it, they couldn’t fend off its edge—it was as if it wasn’t a Flying Sword at all, but a person!

“Retreat quickly!” Hou Niao roared,

Two people, both Third Realm experts, exerted their full strength but couldn’t stop a single Flying Sword of a Second Realm cultivator, a fact unbelievable if told.

But that was the reality; even though they deeply regretted chasing it and wished they had just gone their separate ways, fate played its trick—they hadn’t intentionally pursued, but ended up encountering this Sword Cultivator, truly a fated calamity.

The junior brother entangled by the Flying Sword found his Tunneling technique restricted.

The Flying Sword seemed not to need any force to retract and kept whirling and attacking around him with undiminished power.

In just a few moments, they unleashed seven or eight thunderbolts, threw out more than a dozen Thunder Talismans, and used several Thunder System Magical Artifacts, still to no effect against the Flying Sword.

It wasn’t targeting the person, but the exceptionally agile Flying Sword, making their blocking extremely difficult.

From beginning to end, the Sword Cultivator was like a bride timidly hiding in a sedan chair, unseen.

The junior brother, panicked by the Flying Sword, managed to barely retreat beyond three hundred zhang after paying a certain price, and the Flying Sword finally began to show signs of retreating.

Panting heavily and pausing the transport of thunder, he now needed to focus all his attention on recovery.

Then he and his senior brother prepared the Taiyi Sect’s most fierce Thunder Formation—they had genuinely had no opportunity to act earlier, all their energy having been spent on defense.

With his senior brother’s intervention, there was no need to risk his life to create an opportunity.

The moment the Flying Sword slightly retreated, the two from Guo Sect could finally relax a bit.

In their recovery, they tried to unify their thoughts—whether to fight or to retreat, a decision was needed…

However, they forgot one thing: in a battle with a Sword Cultivator, how could they possibly have the initiative?

The retreat of the Flying Sword was merely a change in rhythm.

Endless aggressive attacks would let the opponent adapt to such a rhythm and might even provoke a desperate counterattack.

So, stepping back first, once the two Guo Sect Daoists relaxed slightly, the Flying Sword turned sharply and attacked again.

This time, the slightly relaxed junior brother didn’t escape the calamity.

His response rhythm was completely disrupted by the Flying Sword’s attack, and the delay in regaining his earlier state afforded the Flying Sword an opening to pierce through his skull…

Hou Niao was horror-stricken; he no longer needed to think.

Faced with the Sword Cultivator’s unpredictable Flying Sword attacks, he had no second option but to run.

They had been tricked; the Sword Cultivator’s attack distance was still over three hundred zhang!

Caring no longer for his companion’s fate, he initiated Thunder Escape.

Thunder Talismans were thrown without stinginess, inhibiting delay.

After two sharp turns at wide angles, his body had already moved more than five hundred zhang away from the thunderclouds!

As he turned his head back, the Flying Sword was already ominously close!

Could it be that he had seen a ghost, for the Flying Sword of a Tongtian Realm cultivator to have the range of a Golden Core cultivator imbued with spiritual power?

Not daring to waste any more time with pointless maneuvering, Qu Wuhui knew he could no longer randomly estimate the range of a Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword, as it would cost him precious escape time.

In this critical moment, Thunder Escape erupted to its extreme, being one of the few Escape Techniques that could rival the speed of Sword Escape, he was truly tapping into the potential of his life at this moment.

Ten breaths later, as he frantically fled, he had already moved more than ten miles away from the thunder clouds, a distance that even exceeded the reach of a Golden Core Sword Cultivator’s sword; yet, the Flying Sword behind him remained as close as a thorn in his back, not letting up for even an inch!

It was still steadily closing the distance!

Qu Wuhui knew that he could not maintain this state for long, and once he was completely exhausted, he would be even less capable of dealing with the Flying Sword that clung to him like a persistent maggot!

Unable to see anyone, he could only deal with the Flying Sword first.

During this desperate escape, he hadn’t been idle and had already considered how to handle this flying sword.

A Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword could not escape a fundamental principle of cultivation: the farther the distance, the weaker the control, the lighter the force.

If even such a principle were broken, then he would have nothing more to say.

Racing swiftly, he grasped a Thunder Technique, and in a blink, a Thunder Formation materialized beside him—a Thunder Bright Square Formation, the most effective controlling formation he had at his disposal.

He then summoned an artifact, the Thunder Magnetic Bead, capable of inducing deviation in all metal artifacts, its principle similar to that of the Primordial Magnetic Holy Mountain in Blue Island.

Finally, a broad and huge sword appeared in his hands, known as the Thunder Prison Sword; the method of severing the Flying Sword might seem primitive, but in some situations, the simplest method could also be the most effective.

Having rapidly prepared all this while fleeing at high speed, Qu Wuhui expanded his Divine Sense to its maximum, the sky was clear of clouds, ensuring no one was around for ten miles.

With a hardened heart, he stopped, turned around, having been chased for so long, he needed to teach this Sword Cultivator a lesson!

The Flying Sword swiftly entered the Thunder Bright Square Formation, the formation activated, tendrils of lightning weaving a net of electricity; the Thunder Magnetic Bead spun wildly, Primordial Magnetic Force surged forth, Qu Wuhui held his sword, eyes fixed forward, now he wanted to see what was so peculiar about this strange Flying Sword that made it so extraordinary?

The next moment, the momentum of the Flying Sword slowed down, and just ten feet in front of Qu Wuhui, with sword light flickering, too glaring to behold, as Qu Wuhui did not flinch and slashed with his sword, a familiar figure appeared before him.

Similarly wielding a longsword, similarly striking down with the sword, but in this moment, Qu Wuhui truly faltered!

Fencing with a Sword Cultivator, something foolish he would never do under normal circumstances, was now actually happening; he couldn’t understand how the Flying Sword had transformed into a Sword Cultivator.

Sword lights clashed, one rigid and hesitant, bereft of confidence, while the other was advance unyieldingly smooth and fluid.

Qu Wuhui’s body was cleaved in two; however, the robust body of a cultivator meant he wouldn’t die immediately,

“How did you do it?

What swordsmanship is this?”

With a reverse stroke, Hou Niao’s head flew off with a soft voice reaching the last remnants of Qu Wuhui’s consciousness,

“Just an Ancient Flying Sword, didn’t you all rush over here wanting to try it?”

Qu Wuhui’s consciousness plunged into darkness.

Having deceits aplenty on Blue Island, this was his retribution.