A prodigal son of a sect rises to power by blowing up the sect's gate!

"Third Elder."

Zixia looked at the old man approaching and murmured something.

The old man walked up and stood directly in front of the middle-aged man, his arm jerking so hard that the man had to take a step back.

"master?"

The middle-aged man saw the old man's actions and shouted anxiously.

The old man seemed to be not good with words. He put down his sword and then spoke.

"Since you joined my sect halfway through your journey, you are naturally not involved in the karma of the Blazing Sun Sect. You may step back. The rest of you, step back as well."

The old man said these words to the people of Mo Daozong, and also to Zixia.

Obviously.

The old man intended to be the one to fight Zixia.

The grudges of the Lieyang Sect are none of the business of the Modao Sect.

Zixia understood what the old man meant, and she nodded.

"Retreat."

The old man drew an iron sword and said softly.

The middle-aged man standing to the side, feeling utterly helpless, struggled repeatedly before leading the others back down from the mountaintop.

"Zixia".

The old man spoke softly, forcing a dry smile onto his face.

"His cultivation has become much stronger, and he hasn't lost his swordsmanship. I'm very pleased."

Zixia met the old man's gaze and subconsciously held the Ice Pulse Sword horizontally in front of her chest.

The reason is this old man in front of me.

Iron Sword: Ning Jun.

The only two sword cultivators in the Blazing Sun Sect, obsessed with swordsmanship all their lives, studied it to the point of demonic obsession, and relied on their iron swords to roam the northern border.

The second is the Fifth Elder, one of the three peak Nascent Soul cultivators.

Although his cultivation level was not as high as that of the Fifth Elder.

But when it comes to the purity of his swordsmanship, no one in the entire North can surpass him.

He personally taught Zixia her swordsmanship.

"Third Elder."

Zixia took a deep breath, even though she told herself a thousand times not to fall for it a second time.

But I couldn't help but ask.

"You've been obsessed with the sword all your life, so you should be indifferent to so-called power and influence. Why did you leave the Blazing Sun Sect?"

same time.

Lu Yu, who had secretly followed, also had a question in his eyes.

In the memories of my predecessor.

They looked down on the elders and disciples of the Lieyang Sect.

of course.

The reason is that his predecessor was a complete wastrel who, relying on his status, regarded his disciples as a generation below him and showed no respect to the elders.

Therefore, the collapse of the Lieyang Sect was entirely due to him.

Otherwise, among so many elders, surely at least one would lend him a hand out of respect for the former sect leader.

As for Lu Yu, he was the third party.

Looking back through my memories, I can see that these elders all had different personalities.

Especially the three elders.

A pure martial arts fanatic, obsessed with the way of the sword, he usually secluded himself in the mountains, and had nothing to do with anything except taking on disciples.

You may peruse it carefully.

In the memories of the original owner, in countless sect battles, these three elders were always the first to charge forward.

"It's hard to dislike someone like that."

Lu Yu touched his nose, which was why he didn't stop Zixia from asking.

On the top of the mountain.

When Ning Jun asked Zixia's question, a complex expression appeared slightly on his withered face.

"The situation back then was very complicated. You escaped a disaster by staying in seclusion. There's no point in saying more now."

"And leaving the Blazing Sun Sect..."

Ning Jun paused for a moment, then slowly drew the iron sword that struck fear into the hearts of countless people.

"I feel guilty, but it's all for the survival of my disciples. These children shouldn't be affected by the grudges of my generation."

After speaking, Ning Jun's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Zixia, let this old man see if your swordsmanship has declined."

A single sentence was uttered.

"Qiang!"

The withered old man transformed into the purest form of sword at that moment, taking a step forward and disappearing almost instantly.

With a flick of the Purple Cloud Ice Vein Sword, a sword flower was unleashed, and with a step forward, the Butterfly Dance Movement Technique was activated.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing together was deafening.

far away.

None of the Mo Dao Sect members could see what was happening.

Including Lu Yu in the shadows.

He left the sect's territory, his cultivation level was only at the late Nascent Soul stage, and he only saw two blurry shadows.

Not long after.

Zixia and Ningjun revealed themselves at the same time.

"call……"

Zixia's breathing became somewhat rapid, and she subtly moved her wrist as she gripped the Ice Vein Sword.

And not far away.

"You haven't abandoned your swordsmanship, which is good. The way of the sword is the great way."

Ning Jun spoke slowly, raised his arm, and slowly took off his Taoist robe, revealing his bare chest.

"Your true essence is terrifyingly strong. You are clearly a small realm weaker than me, yet you are stronger than me. Since that's the case, I won't hold back anymore."

The moment the words fell.

Ning Jun vanished into thin air, and a violent shockwave radiated outwards.

When Zixia saw Ning Jun take off his Taoist robe, a look of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

"boom!"

A wave of air swept in.

Zixia stared intently, her pupils suddenly flashing.

Simultaneously.

Lu Yu, who was hiding in the shadows, also suddenly turned his head and closed his eyes.

"Iron sword..."

At this moment, Ning Jun's figure no longer mattered to him.

The most important thing was that iron sword, which shimmered with a dazzling light, drawing everyone's attention to its brilliance.

The first encounter was marked by the arrival of a sword.

This is the origin of the title "Iron Sword".

"Zixia".

Lu Yu felt a tightness in his chest; he was ready to act at any moment.

In front.

Zixia's pupils flashed white light as she watched the iron sword approach.

"Qiang!"

A terrifying sword cry rang out.

Suddenly, Zixia turned around, and the Ice Vein Sword in her hand suddenly shone with a sword light, which was seven or eight parts similar to the iron sword.

"boom!"

A violent collision rang out, sending up a cloud of dust.

And in the sandstorm.

Zixia's figure retreated continuously, and in the blink of an eye, she had retreated nearly thirty meters. As she turned her head, a strand of her black hair fell down.

opposite.

Ning Jun held the sword in one hand, his withered face expressionless.

“Without a pure heart, the way of the sword cannot be pure. You shouldn’t have held back.”

"After all, being able to block one of my swords means that you have already mastered my swordsmanship."

Ning Jun looked up at Zixia, a smile he couldn't hide on his face.

Then his figure vanished abruptly, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Don't hold back!"

In front.

Zixia took a deep breath as she listened to Ning Jun's words.

"Yes."

With a single word, Zixia raised the Ice Vein Sword once more, unleashing the full power of her Ice Phoenix True Essence.

next second.

Zixia and Ningjun disappeared at the same time.

Countless sword lights, like a rain of swords, surged in the sky above the Mo Dao Sect.

"Hide!"

The sect leader of Mo Dao Sect was the first to shout at his disciples.

In the shadows, Lu Yu no longer cared about concealing his presence; the two of them were fighting as if they were courting death.

And as soon as he appeared.

"Where did this showy white-haired brat come from?"

An elder immediately rushed towards Lu Yu.

Upon hearing this address, Lu Yu, who was watching the battle, turned his head and activated his Tiger Roar Technique.

"roll."

The elder's mind went blank after Lu Yu's single word, and his first reaction upon waking up was...

"Go away!"

Subsequently.

Lu Yu stood atop the mountain, staring intently at the sky above him with a serious expression.

A few breaths passed.

"ended."

Lu Yu opened his eyes wide and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Zixia's figure appeared out of thin air, but fell straight to the ground.

Lu Yu reacted quickly and grabbed Zixia in his arms.

He turned his head to look at the distance not far away.

Ning Jun appeared on the ground, took dozens of steps back, and raised the iron sword in his hand after regaining his footing.

Blood droplets were dripping from the iron sword.