The alternation of day and night is clearly visible, but silent.

Just like the current Upper Capital Castle, it is constantly changing without anyone noticing.

Only in the cave in the Imperial Garden, in the shrunken Upper Capital City placed on the stone platform, countless stars are constantly ignited, like the lights of thousands of homes.

For three days, from the east of the city to the south of the city, and then to the west of the city, until all these points of light were lit up and surrounded outside the palace in the north of the city.

On this night, Emperor Ji Wu of Dayan stood in front of the watchtower window of the palace wall, looking at a pair of masters and servants walking on the heavenly street.

At the same time, on the top of the Donglai Mountain Xibi Academy, the Tiantai of the Qintian Supervisor in the northwest urn city, and the top of the pavilion in the backyard of the Great General's Mansion in the west of the city, there are people watching the palace gate.

Tonight's Shangdu City has already been curfew, and all the guards in front of the palace gate have been transferred, and the palace gate is wide open.

Such a situation is very unreasonable in a secular dynasty, but in the upper capital at this time, all this is just for the young man in white who slowly walked to the palace gate.

Ning Baifeng stood in front of the palace gate, looked at the tall stone tablet behind the open palace gate, and slowly exhaled.

After three consecutive days of day and night, the various formations outside the imperial city were finally completed.

Yuan Tai was half a step behind him, and hesitated: "Young master, do you really want to do it in one go?"

Ning Baifeng turned his head to look at him, and chuckled: "Do you still want to spend the night in the palace?" You yourself said that the formation base in the palace is not less than that outside the city. If I really want to go through it step by step, I must not die of exhaustion? I must spare some strength for the battle of the city wall in two days. ”

Yuan Tai smacked his lips, thinking that he said so, but the problem was that there were really too many formations in the imperial city, and others didn't know, and he, the person who set up the formation by himself, felt that his scalp was numb when he thought about it.

It took three nights to carve the foundation of the formation outside the imperial city, and now it is too difficult to carve the rest in one go.

Yuantai himself felt that this was almost impossible.

Ning Baifeng reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't waste time, let's start." ”

Yuan Tai sighed helplessly, took out a thumb-sized spirit stone from his arms, threw it into his mouth like a jelly bean, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Then, his old face turned red, his breath soared, and a whirlwind suddenly rose around him.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Tai stomped his foot, and a tortoiseshell pattern immediately spread on the ground, and his figure rose directly from the ground and rushed into the sky.

Ning Baifeng looked up, nodded lightly when his eyes swept over the window of the watchtower, and then looked up, looking at the hunchbacked figure standing on the top of the watchtower.

At this time, Yuantai's eyes flickered, and he drank in a deep voice.

"Young Master, please take out your sword!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire imperial city suddenly shook, and then a buzz exploded like a swarm of bees.

In all corners of the imperial city, countless fluorescent lights lit up, like stars falling on the earth.

Ning Baifeng slowly closed his eyes, raised the sword finger in his right hand, cut it from the center of his eyebrows, and then swung it out directly, pointing forward.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and he shouted softly, "Go!"

A brilliant sword light lit up from his fingertips, and then flew out at a rapid speed, through the city gates, and into the imperial city.

When this brilliant sword light swept through the city gate hole, the two thousand palace lamps behind the city gate were instantly lit up, burning with silver flames.

Where the sword flew, the fireflies lit one after another, and the silver glowed.

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Ji Wu had already walked to the window facing the imperial city, looking at the imperial city at night, like a beacon fire, it was constantly lit up everywhere.

The old eunuch Jiang Pingsheng looked at this scene and sighed: "Our Dayan Palace is finally no longer a dilapidated house with leaks everywhere, and the old slave no longer has to live in fear." ”

Ji Wu didn't look back, his eyes turned to the tall statue, and said calmly, "How many of you still have it." How many things have been done secretly over the years. ”

The old eunuch said softly: "Except for the old slave, there is only one left."

An old ghost guarding the imperial tomb. Over the years, the number of hairy-footed monks who died in the hands of the old slave has exceeded the number of two hands, and there will only be more deaths on the side of the imperial tomb. ”

Ji Wu didn't speak, his expression was calm, and his eyes were shining.

From now on, Dayan will be coveted by no one.

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Ning Baifeng took a deep breath, put his right hand on the hilt of Su Wen's sword, slowly pulled it out, and then placed it horizontally in front of him.

The sword fingers of his left hand brushed the blade of the sword flat, as if dyed with frost.

Then he raised his sword flat and slid it slowly.

He has done this many times, and almost every time he has free time, he will do this, horizontally and vertically, stroke by stroke.

He still does the same today.

When he finished the first stroke, a piece of floor tiles under the East City Gate lit up with the word "乂", and then this character was instantly stretched, along the ground brick joint, extending outward, until another place like the word "one", and like a sword mark silver mang, and then extended outward again.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing in front of the palace gate, held a sword like a pen, and calmly finished writing a word.

It was also at this time that on the wall on the right side of Miyagi, an invisible sword qi directly slashed out the words he had written.

At this time, if you look down from the sky.

In the city of Shangdu, which is regarded as pitch black by ordinary people, countless fireflies are lit up, and silk threads string these points of light with silver rays, like a string of pearls.

Such a scene is going on both inside and outside the Imperial City at the same time.

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Ever since the news of Xue Zhi's martial arts fight with the Holy Master spread out by the Great Yan Imperial Court, countless people have been moved by the wind and have continued to gather in the upper capital.

In just three days, whether it is a lower-ninth-rate martial artist who runs the rivers and lakes, or a qi practitioner who has completed the consummation of the lower three realms, they all come here.

There are even earth immortals in the Middle Three Realms mixed with this.

Most of these people are gathered near the south of the city, after all, this place is close to the temple of Kanwen.

And tonight, when the first silk thread in the east of the city shuttled through the city, they hadn't felt it yet, but as there were more and more silk threads, countless local vitality and sword qi fluctuated strongly, and they were still alarmed one by one after all.

When someone sees a thread flashing in the backyard of the inn where they are staying, it is at first a difference, and then it is through the window and jumps onto the roof.

There are more and more such situations in various places, and some people are even ready to use light means to find out the situation and rush to the palace walls to have a look.

However, when someone did this, when he just jumped up, a silver sword light suddenly rushed out of the ground, and he slashed directly.

The people who couldn't dodge in the air screamed directly, fell down, smashed the roof, and woke up ordinary people.

This situation is like a boulder smashed into a calm lake, and the splash of water is equally deafening, and then the ripples are constantly rippling.

The quiet capital city was so alarmed.

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The Confucian scholars standing on the top of Donglai Mountain looked at the direction of the imperial city, their eyes were both amazed and gratified.

Beads strung on the capital, engraved words to convey sword intent.

Such a one-stop handwriting is really amazing.

After all, the sword qi and sword intent required were too huge for ordinary Qi practitioners in the Middle Three Realms to bear at all. What is even more rare is how to separate the entire upper capital city like a cocoon, and then connect them together little by little, and finally combine them into one place.

However, this scene is being played out in the upper capital.

Chen Songfeng turned his head slightly, looked at the tanuki squatting on the lamppost next to the stairs, and said, "Now, it's time for you to move, such a big movement, there will inevitably be those who don't open their eyes and want to do something." ”

The tanuki slowly stood up, and its body continued to rise, revealing the appearance of a woman.

Chen Songfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "You can be injured, but you can't kill people, let alone eat people, and you can't kill him."

If they all caught the Qin Heavenly Prison in Wengcheng, someone will naturally deal with it. ”

The woman turned her head to look at him, her erect pupils shrank, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on her face, "Are you planning to let me catch mice?"

Although he felt that this statement was not good, this description was indeed correct, so Chen Songfeng still nodded.

The woman shrieked, stretched out her red tongue and licked her lips, then jumped straight out of the lamppost and slid down the wind into the city.

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Ning Baifeng, who was standing in front of the palace gate, was still writing stroke by stroke.

Word by word on the city wall is constantly revealed.

These fonts are very neutral, but the traces of the sword are extremely sharp.

These words are connected together to form a poem, which is the original sword cliff stone carving.

At this time, Ning Baifeng was using his sword intent to carve out this poem.

When he finished writing the first half of the poem, the entire Shangdu City took Tianjie as the dividing line, and all the bead lines on the right were all connected in series, and in the eyes of the qi practitioners, they were like bead curtains on the ground, shining brightly.

At this point, midnight has passed.

Ning Baifeng swapped out the turbidity in his chest, took off the wine jug at his waist, and raised his head to drink.

After taking a hearty sip, he picked up his sword and wrote again.

This time, the wisps of lines, lit up from the west of the city, shuttled constantly.

On the left side of the palace wall, writing began to appear gradually.

The white-clothed young man standing in front of Miyagi held a wine jug in one hand and waved a sword in the other.

With the help of wine, he waved and painted more smoothly.

The handwriting is not on the board at a glance, like a drunken madman, splashing ink, unscrupulous.

If you look at the first word on the right, it looks like a beginner who practices calligraphy or swords, from following the same step, to gradually mellow and smooth, and moving at this time.

In the upper capital, more and more people are looking here, although many people don't know what happened, but they still haven't gone back to rest.

There was a vague feeling in everyone's hearts that something was about to be done.

Time passed in waiting.

When Ning Baifeng put down his last stroke, the bead curtain in the west of the city was also strung up, and it echoed from afar across the heavenly street.

Ning Baifeng took a sip of wine and stepped out with his right foot.

The bead cords on both sides of the Heavenly Street met at the South City Gate, and then rushed along the Heavenly Street like sword light.

Ning Baifeng didn't look back at the scene behind him, and walked forward with firm steps, passing through the palace gate and walking to the mountain and river monument.

However, the people who stood in the city and saw this scene were all shocked.

The sword light on the heavenly street came extremely fast, rushed through the palace gate, and crashed into the mountain and river monument.

An earthquake struck the entire Upper Capital.

At this time, Ning Baifeng had already turned to the back of the mountain and river monument, and once again raised his sword to depict the smooth mountain and river monument.

At the same time, the silver rays that were constantly flying in the imperial city were about to string all the fluorescent lights.

One stroke at a time, the word "sword" appears.

Today's Ning Baifeng, writing the name of this poem, no longer needs to go from back to front.

Time passed, and the sword qi and sword intent permeated the entire upper capital city.

When ugly, the word "chao" appears.

The bead curtains in the imperial city have been strung up for nearly seventy percent.

At that time, the depiction of the word "day" was completed.

In front of the gate of Qin Tianjian in the northwest urn city, there were already more than a dozen unconscious people.

At midnight, the sky brightens and the east becomes white.

The word "que" was written at the last minute.

The bead curtains in the imperial city were all connected together, and the silver mang pulled out a silk thread, pulled all the bead curtains, and rushed to the back of the high platform statue.

Ning Baifeng turned to look at the statue, and when he raised his head to drink, he threw Su Wen out of his hand.

Two sword rays of light tugged at the bead curtain and spun around the unfinished statue.