big cold.

The cold wind howled.

The river is surging.

The Yangtze River has been the largest river in Central China since ancient times. It has nurtured countless Chinese people since the first emperor, but it is not as moody as the Yellow River. It has been silently contributing to nourishing thousands of lands.

The icy weather makes people not want to go out of the house at the sight of it, and can't wait to send themselves into the stove, and let the blazing flame drive away the chill on their bodies.This kind of weather, especially in the land of Yanbei, makes people feel the coldness even more.

But this cold weather is not everyone's fear, and some people are enjoying it.

Imperial City.

Above the hall of the Daqing Palace, a roaring black dragon throne straddled it, and the figure under the black cloak stared at the rushing water of the Yangtze River outside the imperial city with a deep and calm expression.

Looking at the continuous flow of the river, watching the water splash hit the boulders in the river and create waves as tall as a person.

The cold wind blew on the surface of the river, causing slight waves, which seemed to wrinkle the surface of the river.

But different from the past, the river surface seems to be a lot heavier in this season, and the howling cold wind only slightly wrinkled the river on 5.1.

for a long time……

In the distant river, a small boat drifted down the current, drifting slowly towards the east outside the imperial city.

The punting fishermen sang folk songs, rowed leisurely, cast a piece of fishing net from time to time, and then put it away, full of cheerfully bouncing fish.

The figure on the throne slowly closed its eyes.

"Go!"

swoosh swish...

Dozens of figures in large cloaks soared into the sky, as if flying, gliding straight into the outside of the imperial city.

Spanning more than a hundred meters across the sky...

then.

Dense black clothes poured out from all the temples.

decisive battle.

it has started.

第160五章 凌虚度!尹志平!

The world is far away.

The land was vast.

Looking down from a high altitude, you will find that this prosperous imperial capital in the past has fallen into a dead silence today. There is not a single person walking on the street, all the doors and windows are tightly closed, and everyone is curled up in the house.

It's like an empty city.

North Gate.

The city gate was wide open, and the dark city gate seemed like a giant beast with its bloody mouth wide open, deep and desolate.

Guo Jing looked back at the unhandled city gate, and patted his head.

"Master, it seems that no one is not as heavily guarded as imagined!"

"It's not guarded at all."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "That's what's scary, it shows that they are extremely confident in their own strength."

"Naturally, I am confident, because it is impossible for you and the others to stop the trend of my demon sect."

The soft whispers reached the ears of the team of Demon Slayer Alliance, like whispering in the ears.

Guo Jing raised his head suddenly.

just see.

On the building on one side, a tall and tall figure stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his blood-red feathered cloak fluttering with the cold wind in the icy sky.

The cold wind howled.

The withered branches on the ground were blown up, and circles of dust were stirred up.

Hong Qi said every word.

"Meng! Chi! OK!"

The man turned around slowly.

A pair of sharp eyes scanned the crowd on the street, showing a slight disappointment, and finally heard the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Hong Qi, long time no see."

Whoosh...

On the houses on both sides of the long street, hundreds of black shadows soared into the sky, each with a long pulse, and each of them shot like a shadow.

No nonsense.

clang clang...

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