The world of Ah Nose is unified, and the Shura clan is respected, and there are forty-nine Taoist systems under his command, each on one side.

The Sword Sect is one of them, which belongs to the southern region of Xinjiang.

Every 3,000 years, the twelve provinces of southern Xinjiang gather together and rank by strength. And accept, from the southern region of Xinjiang, all forces challenged.

If it fails, the challenging forces will be disbanded and merged into the challenged Dao system.

If you succeed, you will replace its position and become one of the new Taoist systems, and the status will be revered endlessly.

This is the only way to change the Dao system, and for the rest of the time, the forty-nine Dao systems will be protected by the Shura clan, and any provocation will provoke a devastating blow.

In this way, to the greatest extent, the overall strength of the world can be preserved and internal friction can be reduced. As long as the forty-nine Dao Sects are thriving, the entire Abi world will not be affected.

And this is the Twelve Dao Unified Assembly.

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Sword Sect.

In the huge square, the sword-shaped sculpture pointed straight to the sky, and the invisible sword intent just soared into the sky, tearing the clouds apart. The sun shone through, falling in the eyes of all the Sword Sect cultivators, shining with an unwavering light.

On the high platform, Jian Wudao was wearing a gray sword robe, his long hair was tied tightly with a purple gold sword ring, and his expression was solemn. He stood tall, his peerless sword cultivation aura permeated, and his invisible majesty filled the space.

"Today, the period of the Southern Xinjiang Conference is also the catastrophe of my Sword Sect. After that, the Sword Sect will have a chance to recuperate for three thousand years, and if it fails, our sect will become history from then on. ”

As soon as he raised his hand, the sound of the sword roared in an instant, and it resounded through the nine heavens in an instant, "Wait, you are willing to follow this sect and defend the sword sect to the death!"

Hmmm-

Led by Jian Wuyan, the five elders got up at the same time and knelt on one knee, "I am willing to follow the sect master and defend the Sword Sect to the death!"

On the square, countless upright Sword Sect cultivators knelt down on one knee in unison, and roared in their mouths, "I am willing to follow the sect master and defend the Sword Sect to the death!"

Boom –

The invisible general trend soared into the sky, attracting the luck of the Sword Sect and surging in the sky.

A sword shadow slowly emerged, with endless majesty, sweeping in all directions with the momentum of looking at the heavens and the earth!

The Sword Sect is moving!

In the main hall, Mo Yu was wearing a black sword robe, luxurious and noble, and at this moment, there was a sword roar in his body.

At this moment, the general trend of the Sword Sect resonates!

At this moment, Mo Yu raised his head, and two sword shadows slowly appeared in the depths of his eyes, his eyes were sharp, as if he had pierced through the space and seen far away.

"It's coming. ”

A murmur echoed in the main hall.

As if to confirm what he said, the sky was clear, and it was dark at the moment.

The wind came out of thin air, crisscrossing the void and howling fiercely.

It swept the clouds, blew the ancient trees, and brought that terrible breath.

Looking up, thirteen black clouds rolled from the surroundings, just like thirteen black dragons, giving people the feeling of wind and rain coming to destroy the withering and decaying, and the momentum was terrifying!

Jian Wudao's eyes flashed, and as soon as he stepped on the sword shadow of the Sword Sect's luck above his head, there was a sudden roar, clear and loud, with endless penetrating power, which entered the ears of every Sword Sect monk, making it unaffected by changes in the outside world.

The figure moved slightly, and he had already appeared in mid-air, and his voice came out in a low voice, "Sword Sect, welcome everyone!"

Whew-

The thirteen black clouds that approached the Sword Sect stopped at the same time at this moment, and after dissipating, the thirteen monks were revealed.

The cultivation of each party is the head, and the breath is as unfathomable as the abyss, and there is an inexplicable connection with this heaven and earth. These thirteen people are all in the realm of the Heavenly Dao, and they are included in the immortal sequence!

"Lord of the Sword Sect, I have already arrived, there is no need to delay any longer, let's join forces and summon the Dao United Front Platform to come!" The Lord of the Divine Sect spoke, and layers of divine light rippled around him, distorting the space, making his figure look extremely tall from a distance, as if it had pierced the sky.

Everyone in the world knows that this is the act of the master of the Divine Cult to cover up his ugliness, but no one dares to laugh shamefully.

The twelve realms gathered together, and he spoke first, which was enough to show that it was too much.

Jian Wudao's expression was indifferent, ignoring the many snoops that came faintly, and said lightly, "Okay." ”

His gaze swept over, and he met the Xuanyun Ancestor of the Infinite Sword Sect, and a sword roar suddenly resounded through the void.

Under the Heavenly Dao, ordinary monks could not hear it, and the ancestors of the rest of the parties showed their playfulness at the same time.

Today's battle of the Sword Sect will be extremely lively!

Jian Wudao looked calm, retracted his gaze, and lightly arched his hand, "Everyone, please." ”

The other eleven Dao Ancestors stepped forward at the same time, and in the next moment, together with Jian Wudao, they burst out with a monstrous momentum.

Xuanyun Ancestor's eyes narrowed, his gaze flickered slightly, judging from the surface alone, the strength of the sword Wudao aura was not below the rest of the people at all...... What kind of means did he use?

"Old friend, it seems that the Infinite Sword Sect is going to gnaw a hard bone today. Next to him, the crane-haired and child-faced old man smiled lightly, and his bearing was quite detached.

Xuanyun Ancestor shook his head, "Don't worry, since the old man has made a move, he is completely sure." The Sword Sect can't survive today!"

He turned around, "Qinghe, since you are still willing to do justice in the battle of the Twelve Dao Sects, and you don't want to get involved in it, why don't you and I make a bet?"

Qinghe Ancestor smiled, "This bet is cunning. If you win all things, you will be fine. But if you lose, the Wuji Sword Sect coughs lightly and dissipates, how do you pay the bet. ”

"Rest assured. Xuanyun Ancestor looked calm, "Since the old man has made a bet, he will naturally give you a satisfactory explanation." ”

Qinghe Old Ancestor groaned slightly, "Okay, bet!"

Feeling a change in the breath between heaven and earth, the two of them were silent at the same time and looked towards the sky.

At this moment, a huge black shadow gradually emerged.

As I got closer, I could finally see the true face of this behemoth.

"This ...... This is the Dao United Front Platform......" a Sword Sect monk muttered to himself.

The four-sided battle platform with a black body is covered with countless exquisite reliefs on the surface, or humans or beasts, all of them are in battle. Perhaps with the passage of time, these reliefs have been damaged, and most of them have become blurred, but when they fall at a glance, they can make people feel a powerful battle intent rushing to their faces!

Furious, ruthless, crush everything!

When the Dao United Front Platform landed on the Sword Sect, the invisible solemn majesty and terrifying battle intent made all the monks feel deep awe.

Even if the sword has no way, the person in charge of the twelve realms bowed his head slightly at this moment to show respect.

"Southern Xinjiang, the battle of the twelve unifications for three thousand years, welcome the advent of Zhantai!"

After shouting in unison, the Lord of the Divine Sect was the first to get up and said lightly: "You and I have been ranked in the Twelve Dao Rankings, and we have each had our own proportions for three thousand years, if there is no objection, let's enter the battle platform separately." ”

As soon as the words fell, he waved his hand and led the Divine Sect monks, Hao Hao Tang Tang flew to the Dao United Front Platform.

The space flickered, and the Divine Sect and his party appeared directly to the east of the battle platform, and a big "one" appeared above their heads, and the divine light was brilliant and extremely dazzling.

"In this way, I am a beast, and you are welcome. The burly man snorted and followed.

"The third place is my floating island cave sky. The old man in white waved the sleeves of his robe and spoke lightly.

The twelve Dao Sects know each other very well, and they have already decided how to rank, and there will be no accidents.

Soon, under the battle platform, only the Sword Sect remained.

12th place......

The fist in the sleeve of Jian Wudao's robe tightened, but his expression was extremely calm, and he slowly spoke, "This sect is willing to die, help my Sword Sect prosper, and smile proudly for nine days!"

He turned around, took one step at a time, and walked towards the Taoist United Front platform.

"May I die, help my Sword Sect prosper, and laugh proudly for nine days!"

The Sword Sect monk moved, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

In the main hall, Mo Yu's expression was calm, and suddenly, he put on a black mask and took a step.

In mid-air, his figure appeared.

Jian Wudao turned around in surprise, "Senior brother?"

This is not the same as the previous plan.

Mo Yu said lightly, "How can the matter of the Sword Sect be without me?" besides, my sword cultivation should be a dignified battle. ”

Jian Wudao laughed, "Okay, then fight with dignity!"

The laughter was like wind and thunder, stirring the sky.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The cultivation of the Sword Sect roared, the sword intent soared into the sky, and countless sword shadows emerged from nothingness, crisscrossing the sky!