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No-edge sword sect.

The sky wind was fierce, blowing across the sky-high giant sword. The rock shell that peeled off during the decisive battle has returned to the sword body, forming a magnificent scabbard that towers over the sky and the earth, housing the ancestor of all weapons.

Today, there is no figure in plain clothes on the sword hilt.

The twin mountains of black and white orbit the giant sword forever. On the top of Baishan Mountain, the statue of a girl is as quiet as the night.

She holds a sharp sword and has an angry look, sweeping away all evil and purifying the world.

Under the statue, Mo Ci stood quietly.

She raised her head, looking through the endless years at the founder of the sect tens of millions of years ago, her graceful posture, and the indomitable sword in her hand.

Five or six elders came together.

"Master, everything is ready."

After finishing speaking, Mo Ci didn't respond for a long time.

Several people looked at each other.

"Master, do you think...when will we set off?"

There was still silence without any reply, and several people looked helpless, so they had no choice but to stand still.

After a long time, Mo Ci finally spoke:

"Has the new location been chosen?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and one of them replied: "Sir, the address has been chosen. We are currently doing the final survey. If it is confirmed to be feasible, we can make a decision."

Mo Ci said "hmm" and asked again: "I heard that someone in the sect has objections to the alliance?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"There are indeed some people who have opinions on our current status in the alliance and believe that the alliance should be led by our sect rather than being decided by multiple parties."

"Among the three sects' mountain gates that were attacked, our sect suffered the least loss. Now our sect's strength is only stronger than Taichu Guan and Niya Palace. Therefore, many sect members consider our sect to be the leader of the human race."

"Master, with all due respect, it's time for the honor of the best sect in the world to return to this sect. Only a sect like ours that punishes evil and promotes good, and upholds good and deposes evil, is qualified to lead the human race to the right path. "

"Yes, it's time to correct the world's tendency to laugh at the weak and not laugh at the evil, blindly pursuing power and abandoning integrity and kindness."

The elders talked, some got excited, some echoed, and some remained silent.

It wasn't until the person with the highest cultivation level coughed and reminded them that the others remembered the purpose of their trip.

Everyone was silent, and the focus returned to Mo Ci.

The back figure seemed far away, and the cold voice was like the wind outside:

"What's the use of a sword?"

People were stunned and confused.

At this time, Moren arrived with a sword.

He made eye contact with the leading elder, who understood and led the others away.

There were only two masters and apprentices left in the field.

Moren bowed, raised his arms above his head, held a sword in his palm, and said: "Master, this is the Nanhe Sword, a magic weapon cast by Taoist Master Shi Xuan thousands of years ago. It was originally a Taoist weapon. After many changes, the sword changed hands. The body was damaged and fell to a high-grade heavenly artifact. I recently bought it from Qian Xiaocai, and I hope Master will appreciate it."

After a while, Mo Ci slowly turned around and looked at Nanhe Sword.

A wisp of slender smoke appeared behind her, gathering and dispersing erratically, ethereal and invisible, resembling a sword but not a sword.

Nanhe Sword seemed to be sensing something, and the sword kept trembling. Moren's eyes narrowed, and he grasped the hilt of the sword. His spiritual energy roared like a tsunami, breaking through the limitations of cultivation and urging the magic weapon in his hand.

In an instant, roars resounded across the sky, sword energy soared into the sky, and the sword light was vast and condensed, like a meteor falling from the sky, pointing directly at Mo Ci.

Mo Ci faced the sword's edge directly, her body motionless, except for her black hair, which seemed to be blown by the breeze, lingering and dancing with the smoke behind her.

The hair on the temples is lingering, and the smoke suddenly scatters in all directions.

The sword without form leaves no trace when the sword passes by.

Time seemed to freeze, and the approaching sword light suddenly stopped.

A very thin crack ran across the body of the Nanhe Sword, splitting it into two.

The sword light in the sky disappeared, and the slender smoke seemed a bit ethereal.

Moren stopped for a moment, held the sword that was split in two with his palm, took two steps forward, and presented it to Mo Ci.

The body of the sword has been broken, and the spirit of the weapon has been destroyed. The divine weapon that was so powerful a moment ago has turned into two pieces of scrap metal at this moment.

Mo Ci took the broken sword and her eyes lingered on the sword. Her expressionless face now showed a hint of love. "Good sword."

She admired it from the bottom of her heart, stroking the blade lightly with her fingertips, as gently as caressing her lover's skin.

Moren looked at the finger and saw something strange. After waking up, he quickly lowered his head, his throat rolling secretly.

After a while, Mo Ci carefully put the broken sword into a spiritual box, and then looked at Moren, who had his head lowered and remained silent.

"You should pay more attention to the alliance."

"Disciple, obey."

After saying that, Mo Ren raised his eyes and saw Mo Ci looking at Wu Sheng Jian.

"Can you see the mountain opposite?"

Mo Ci asked. Only then did Moren realize that what she was looking at was not the Wusheng Sword, but the black flying mountain opposite.

He replied: "The disciples cannot see it."

The twin black and white mountains face each other far away, orbiting the Wusheng Sword. Standing on one of the mountains, you can only see the giant sword in the middle.

Mo Ci looked at it for a long time, then turned his eyes and looked back at Moren.

"When do you think we should leave for Jihua Prefecture?"

Moren caught her gaze and lowered his head in a hurry.

"Disciple thinks...Master can leave now."

"Why? There are still a few days left before the Limeng City is unveiled."

Moren's lips moved, as if he had exhausted all the words in his heart in this short moment, but the last thing he said was only one sentence:

"The last time Master traveled with his disciples was many years ago."

His voice faded, and his downcast face was full of embarrassment. After he finished speaking, he didn't hear a reply, and there was a look of despair in his eyes.

When his eyes were filled with gloom, a voice floated above his head:

"Okay."

Moren looked up in disbelief, but Moci had already turned around.

She faced the Xuanhei statue again, stretched out her right arm, put two fingers of her left hand lightly on the vein gate of her right wrist, and pointed her right hand together like a sword.

If there is a sword light passing through her eyes, the shocking sword intent descends on the body of the statue.

The sharp sword held by the statue seemed to have suddenly become spiritual. It carried the ultimate sword intention, and its boundless edge was directed at the Wusheng Sword.

While the leader is away, it will destroy the continuously regenerated spiritual consciousness of the Wusheng Sword.

She said softly:

"lets go."

……

On this day, all the forces of the human race released the same news at the same time.

The Human Race Alliance was officially established.

Uniting all the forces to form an alliance is an unprecedented event in the history of the human race and an unprecedented feat.

The alliance, which includes almost all sects, aristocratic families, and organizational groups today, is the most powerful force in the history of the human race.

Along with this news was announced that the alliance headquarters in Jihua Prefecture will be unveiled in the near future.

At that time, many leaders of forces will arrive at the newly completed city called Alliance City to attend the opening ceremony.

For a time, matters related to the Human Alliance became a hot topic among people everywhere.

A small town, a restaurant.

It was lunch time, the restaurant was bustling with people, and the waiter was so busy that he couldn't even touch the floor.

There were two women sitting at a table in the corner. Someone came over and wanted to share the table, but was told that they had a companion who was about to arrive.

The waiter brought tea. Min Xuan picked it up to drink, but her hand shook and the cup fell. Hua Chunning caught it in time.

"Be careful, don't move."

Hua Chunning said, but her voice was weak and her face was extremely pale.

The same is true for Min Xuan. She looked at her injured and trembling hands, her pale face twisted with anger and resentment.