"Bing" means frozen, which means stubborn and unchangeable, and has the connotation of frozen protection. The name "Bing Palace" is not only because of the existence of a group of passionate people in the Dark Night Ghost Market, but more to commemorate a certain person.
"The Ice Palace Alliance is now established!"
"Roar!" The crowd was excited. Although they were somewhat reluctant, they were still extremely excited because - they would no longer be casual cultivators!
The Lord of Guiyuan City, who was far away from the audition battlefield, was still standing in the center of the hall, looking up at the picture on the light curtain, with a mysterious smile on his lips.
…
One day has passed since the audition battlefield opened. We only need to wait for two more days to end this brutal fight.
In just one day, countless people had died on the battlefield, and countless twisted souls flew towards the blood moon in the sky. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's brows deepened.
"As long as you don't affect me! Otherwise, no matter who you are, I will beat you to ashes!"
That night, the people of the Ice Palace Alliance were still immersed in the joy of forming an alliance.
Feng Qingyang and Zhang Kui stood on a high ground, looking at the blood moon in the sky for a long time in silence.
"Zhang Kui..."
"kindness?"
"Look at the blood moon in the sky, have you discovered anything?" Feng Qingyang asked in a calm tone.
Zhang Kui didn't understand, but he still looked up when he heard it.
I saw the blood moon hanging high in the sky. It was the setting sun during the day and the blood moon at night. After just one day, it looked even brighter red.
It doesn't matter if you just look at it, the more you look at it, the more frightened you become. Although he can't see it absorbing other people's souls like Feng Qingyang did, he can still see something extraordinary about it.
The blood moon was even bigger and darker than it was a day ago, and it seemed to be about to fall when viewed from afar. It was like a whirlpool, attracting people's attention without them noticing.
And if you look at the details, you will find that its own mana is consumed very quickly, as if... as if it is absorbing something in the audition battlefield.
"This blood moon seems abnormal!" He looked at it for a long time and uttered these few words.
Feng Qingyang staggered. If he were to drink water now, he would probably spit it out.
"What kind of answer is that!" Feng Qingyang was speechless. The blood moon was abnormal. As long as you looked closely, you could tell there was something fishy going on.
Zhang Kui: “…!”
"Hahaha... Brother Zhang, have you ever heard of singing to the moon?" Feng Qingyang's mind was slightly moved, and he felt a lot of emotion when looking at this evil blood moon.
He suddenly stood up, his storage ring flashed, and a huge sword appeared.
He was stunned, unable to remember from which unknown unlucky guy he had snatched the giant sword.
"Let's drink and sing... What is life like!"
call!
The sword flowers danced, emitting a bright white light in the darkness.
He casually swung the giant sword, whistling and dancing on the spot.
"For example, today... the past days were full of suffering!"
The flying of the giant sword unexpectedly brought about an inexplicable charm in the audition battlefield.
The giant sword whistled, but it did not have the light and ethereal feeling of swordsmanship. Instead, it felt a heaviness, a heaviness that came from the heart.
Zhang Kui looked at Feng Qingyang in silence. Although he did not know swordsmanship, he felt a sense of sadness and desolation from the dancing of his sword.
"When you are moved, you should be generous, and when you are worried, you should never forget it."
The giant sword swept across the sky, and Feng Qingyang pretended to be intoxicated, as if he was lost in some memories.
But I came with nothing, and I couldn't even get intoxicated.
"How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang!"
"Give me some wine!"
He shouted loudly, and a wine jug appeared out of thin air in his hand. He also snatched it from a disciple of Taixuan Sect.
The wine jug floated in the air, the bottle cap opened naturally, and suddenly a long-brewed aroma filled the air.
He opened his mouth and gulped down the fine wine in the jug!
The giant sword was swung again, forming several sword flowers.
The night was long, and he was dancing with sword under the blood moon!
It is said that when a sword is drawn, mountains and rivers move, and when a sword is drawn, the sun and moon are dimmed. Feng Qingyang focuses on big openings and closings and takes the path of killing, so there is no elegant air in the sword.
On the contrary... the mood he expressed at this moment was one of sadness and memories.
Zhang Kui was immersed in it unconsciously, and the one thousand cultivators in the early stage of foundation building beside him had dazed eyes and deep thoughts on their faces. They were all immersed in Feng Qingyang's artistic conception!
"Your green collar is always on my mind. But for your sake, I have been pondering it till now."
He moved faster, and the huge sword in his hand danced more vigorously. Sword shadows were everywhere around him! It was hard to tell which one was real and which one was fake!
"The deer are calling, eating apples in the wild. I have guests, playing the harp and the flute. It is as bright as the moon, when can it be picked? I am worried and can't stop worrying."
Boom!
The audition formation began to vibrate inexplicably, and a black cloud condensed out of thin air where Feng Qingyang was dancing, covering the sky with darkness. There were lightning and thunder in it, as if his artistic conception had triggered some rules of the formation.
"We crossed paths and paths, but it was in vain that we were together. We talked about the past and feasted together, but I still remembered the kindness we had shown each other. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the magpies flew south. They circled the tree three times, but there was no branch to cling to. The mountains never get too high, and the sea never gets too deep."
At this time, the momentum changed again, from being heavy at the beginning to being cheerful in the middle, and now it seemed to have fallen into a trough again.
It's like a traveler who has no one to rely on, wandering alone between heaven and earth.
The mood of the person watching changed again, remembering how he began to travel after entering the world of cultivation, forgetting his parents and friends, and struggling between life and death all day long.
The dancing of sword flowers ended here, and at this moment the momentum suddenly changed, and a domineering and invincible aura spread out.
Feng Qingyang was seen floating in the air, holding a huge sword that was shining with cold light in his hand.
His red hair was flying and his expression was solemn.
"Duke Zhou spits out food for his guests, and the whole world is at peace!"
Boom!
As he said his last words, the giant sword in his hand began to tremble violently with a whimper, and then it shattered with a loud bang, turning into powder and disappearing into the sky and earth.
At this moment, the blood moon in the sky also showed a very slight change. The originally blood-red color turned dim, but it looked even more terrifying.
I am afraid that while Feng Qingyang is dancing with the sword, countless people will die in the audition battlefield.
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In the main hall of Guiyuan City Lord's Mansion, the figure shrouded in chaos was seen staring straight at the light curtain above the hall.
The light curtain showed Feng Qingyang's swordplay and his words, as if they were transmitted directly through the light curtain.
"City Lord, something bad has happened..." At this time, an old man flew in hurriedly. He did not see anything in the light curtain, but just looked at the man in the chaos with a panicked look on his face.
"Speak!" As if it came from ancient times, his words immediately calmed the panicked old man.
"City Lord... Moon Golden Wheel... Moon Golden Wheel is showing signs of waking up! But it is trying to break free from our control!"
"Oh? Really?"
"really!"
"Hmph! How can this be possible!" The man snorted coldly and waved his hand. The light curtain in the hall suddenly dissipated, and at the same time, the man in the chaos also disappeared...