Between the Eight Mountains City and the Heavenly Prayer Imperial City, it is less than three hundred miles.

It can be reached in half a day by horse.

But Yun Que rode a horse pulling a cart, with average endurance and insufficient speed, and he ran for hundreds of miles one after another, and he was already tired and weak at the moment.

If you run any further, you will easily die of exhaustion.

Distance

You can already see a huge city lying at the end of the horizon like a ferocious beast.

Tianqi Imperial City, in sight.

The closer he got to the Imperial City, the more solemn Yun Que's expression became.

The people in Bashan City are hiding from the sky and the sea, and I don't know if they can hide from the real masters of the Red Lotus Sect.

Mu Qingyao's face became slightly pale, and it could be seen that the little county lord was very nervous at the moment.

Hope is coming.

But before hope is reached, it is often the longest night.

Chang Wei and the blind man had no choice but to rush forward after Yun Que.

If you stop, you will have to face the pursuers of Hachiyama Castle.

Although there was no trace of the pursuers now, the fool knew that the defenders in Hachiyama Castle must be on their way to chase them.

Otherwise, let a group of mountain bandits fight all the way out of the east gate from the west city gate, and then escape, and then the general guarding the eight mountain cities will not want to mix in the Great Jin.

At the worst, he will be dismissed from his official position, and at worst, he will be imprisoned.

The sun had sunk to the ground, and only the light remained.

Away from Bashan City, Yun Que prepared to let Pingshan Jun show his demon body and speed up to the Imperial City.

But at this moment, Yun Que saw a tea stall on the side of the road in front of him.

The horses slowed down and eventually stopped.

Chang Wei and the blind man hurriedly reined in their horses, and finally stopped, the two of them were very puzzled, and said that they were running for their lives, why did the second master still want to drink some tea?

Of course, Yun Que didn't want to drink tea.

I don't want to come across this tea stall.

But it can't be helped,

The owner of the tea stall sat on the side of the road, smiling and waiting for the visitor.

The man was an ordinary-looking sixty-year-old man, dressed in coarse cloth clothes and wearing an old hat, sitting on a bench with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

On the table next to it, a red candle was burning.

It's not completely dark, the surroundings are clearly discerning, and according to common sense, there is no need to light candles now.

But the red candle on the table seems to be ordinary and dim, but it gives people a dazzling feeling.

As if it wasn't a red candle, it was a sharp blade hidden in the flames!

Candle Bringer.

The first time Yun Que saw the old man, he determined the identity of the other party.

The master of the Red Lotus Sect!

This inconspicuous tea stall was the last line of defense for the Red Lotus Sect to intercept the Lingyun County Lord.

"The guest officer has come from a long way, so it's better to have a cup of tea, quench your thirst and then go on the road." The old man said in a loud voice.

"Your tea is not good, it has no taste." Yun Que raised his hand and threw out more than a dozen copper plates, and said, "The next wave of guests will count me as invited." ”

The old man caught the copper plate one by one, shook his head, and said with a smile: "The money for tea is enough, but the money for life is not enough." ”

"How much is enough." Yun Que said coldly.

"Other people's prices, a thousand taels of gold, your words, as long as you live, don't want money." The old man always sat on the small bench, and his tone was as calm as chatter.

But what can be said is a matter of life and death.

"It's not easy to want my life."

Yun Que said that he would move forward, intending to rush through the tea shed.

The old man still didn't move.

Instead, he spilled the tea in his hand.

There was a bang.

A cup of hot tea is left on the road, and then there is a clattering sound!

The hot tea on the ground solidified into ice crystal lotus flowers more than three feet tall in an instant.

Each petal of the lotus flower was as sharp as a knife, and the horses were pierced with blood as they rushed forward, and they fell with a wail.

Yun Que had already prepared, immediately abandoned the horse, and landed steadily in the air.

There were dozens of ice crystal lotus flowers, which were connected into a line, blocking everyone's way.

At the moment when she saw the lotus, Mu Qingyao whispered:

"Sprinkle water into ice, six products to build the foundation!"

The old man of the tea stall turned out to be a master of the Daomen of the six-grade foundation realm.

"The county lord has great eyesight, no wonder you can come here, but unfortunately, you can't go back to Tianqi." The old man said regretfully.

"The six-grade master set up a tea stall, the Red Lotus Sect has really made a bloody investment, how long have you been waiting here?" Yun Que said in a flat tone.

"For more than a month, I have sold a lot of tea these days, which is enough for me to go to Tianqi for a small drink." The old man smiled.

"In the Red Lotus Sect, you can only eat a small wine for a month, so it's better to follow the county lord and have big fish and meat every day." Cloud lacks a way.

"Old, I can't bear the fish and meat, I want to eat some side dishes and drink some wine now, waiting to be put into the ground." The old man sighed.

"I don't have to wait too long, I'll send you into the ground today, how about it." Cloud lacks a way.

"Good! As long as you have this ability, the old man can't ask for it. The old man laughed.

The conversation between the old and the young is as easy as small talk, but in the ears of Chang Wei and the blind man, how terrifying it is.

That's a six-grade powerhouse!

Even Pingshanjun is not an opponent, and these people present will not survive today at all.

What shocked Chang Wei even more was that the little girl who followed Yun Que was actually the county lord of Lingyun!

Chang Wei is not stupid.

His brain turned, and he finally figured out something.

Why did he enter the city of Eight Mountains through the west gate, but fled through the east gate?

Why kill Tong Qi to create chaos and lead a group of defenders to chase and kill.

It turned out that Yun Que was not going to kill the emperor, but to escort the county lord back to the imperial city!

More than 300 mountain bandits have become cannon fodder in the entire plan!

Of course, it also includes him, the big boss of Black Wind Village.

After figuring everything out, Chang Wei did not have the slightest resentment towards Yun Que.

He was ready to die.

Even if he can die with Tong Qi, it will be the best result for Chang Wei.

Not to mention being able to live until now.

Chang Wei stared at Mu Qingyao directly, and a luster that had lost many years appeared in the depths of his eyes.

That luster is called pride!

That was the color that Chang Wei would have in his eyes when he was the defender of Bashan City.

He is proud of his position, proud of his family, proud of his family.

Since falling into the grass, Chang Wei no longer has any pride to speak of.

He is destined to become the biggest stain and the biggest shame on the Chang family, and he has no face to see his family underground after he dies.

Because he's a thief!

Cold-blooded and despicable, murderous mountain bandits!

Now, Chang Wei sees an opportunity, an opportunity to regain his pride.

A chance to wash away the stains of the family!

"Old thief! Hugh be arrogant! ”

Chang Wei dismounted and picked up his knife, pointed at the old man and scolded: "As long as I Chang Wei does not die, you don't want to move the county lord at all!" ”

Chang Wei's momentum scared the blind man on the side a lot.

Just now, the blind man thought that the second boss was crazy, but now it's good, even the big boss is crazy!

People are six-grade masters, and you dare to scold a martial artist of the eighth grade, isn't this looking for death!

Mu Qingyao was also a little surprised.

She thought that Chang Wei knew the truth, even if she didn't scold herself, she would have to hate herself and Yun Que to death.

After all, Black Wind Village was destroyed because of its own relationship.

Only Yun Que saw Chang Wei's thoughts at this moment.

"The big boss has a backbone, he is a man! After you die in battle, the county lord will definitely take credit for you! Yun Que said in a low voice.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Chang Wei shouted violently, and killed the old man without hesitation.

Chang Wei knows very well that this time may be the last chance for him to wash his name in this life.

With his own life!

Seeing Chang Wei do it, the blind man could only rush along.

At the same moment, Yun Que and Pingshanjun also moved.

Four people, divided into four directions, killed the tea shed.

However, before the four of them could approach, the old man laughed loudly and performed a profound technique.

I saw that his hands were sealed, and there were words in his mouth, and he shouted:

"Nine flowers bloom, the sword is divided into ten directions, the sword is swordsmanship, and the light is divided into shadows!"

Whoosh.

A small flying sword rushed out of the old man's palm, growing in the wind, and became a normal size in an instant.

At the same time, the sword body burst out, divided into two, two into four, and differentiated into a hundred long swords in the blink of an eye!

A hundred swords surrounded it, forming a sword prison that trapped everyone in it.

The means of the powerhouse of the Six Rank Dao Sect, Yun Que did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly protected Mu Qingyao and defended with a long knife.

Only one of the hundred long swords is a flying sword entity, but the other sword shadows still have not weak attack power, and it is difficult for the eight-rank martial artists to resist.

Every sword shadow's attack requires Yun Que to resist cautiously.

Even Yun Que was difficult to contend with, not to mention Chang Wei and the blind man, and soon several cuts were made on their bodies, and blood flowed.

The shadow of the hundred sword shadows continued to rotate, rolling up a violent wind.

Flying sand and rocks, sand and dust are raised.

Suddenly, a sharp sword light struck from above Yun Que's head.

Yun Que's eyes moved, and he raised his hand and slashed out.

At the moment of the knife, the blood-colored vertical pupils condensed on the knife body.

Click!!

This knife is Yun Quan's full strength.

This is the time that Yun Que is waiting for!

Once the opponent's flying sword body appears, it is the beginning of the counterattack.

A normal eighth-rank martial artist will definitely not be able to stop the flying sword body of a sixth-rank monk.

However, Yun Que used the power of the demon with this knife!

The moment the flying sword collided with the black knife, the old man's steady demeanor suddenly changed, and he was a little surprised.

The natal magic weapon he had practiced for many years was actually blocked by a small eight-rank martial artist!

"Pingshan-kun!"

Yun Que shouted violently.

Pingshanjun, who had always avoided the sword shadow, immediately understood, and with a whin, a huge tiger body appeared, relying on the demon body to rush out of the encirclement of the sword shadow and pounce on the old man.

"Seventh-Order Tiger Demon."

The old man snorted coldly and smashed a talisman before the tiger swallowed it.

A layer of golden light enveloped his body, as if a golden eggshell had emerged from his body.

Defense Talisman, Vajra Talisman!

Pingshanjun bit down on the talisman and bit the golden light a little dim, but failed to bite through this barrier.

Yun Que took the opportunity to pull Mu Qingyao and rushed out of the sword shadow.

Chang Wei and the blind man also escaped in embarrassment.

The old man regained his composure and said:

"You are not an ordinary martial artist, you do have two hits, plus a seventh-order tiger demon, no wonder you can kill the left white and the right black, but in front of the six grades, you have no chance of winning."

"What odds do you want, it's enough to kill you!" Yun Que stopped talking nonsense and cooperated with Pingshanjun to launch a fierce attack.

As long as he can get close, even if the old man has a defensive talisman to protect his body, sooner or later he will be cut by the demon knife.

Takeo's biggest threat is hand-to-hand combat.

Not to mention the sixth grade, the fifth-rank master did not dare to easily let an eighth-rank martial artist approach him.

As soon as Yun Que's feet moved, the old man had already pinched the spell mark again.

"Flying snow is a prison, rain is a prison, ice kills!"

With the old man's shouting, the surrounding air suddenly turned cold, and countless raindrops and snowflakes appeared out of thin air.

The rain and snow merge with each other in the air, forming solid ice, transforming a radius of ten zhang into ice and snow!

Frozen Spells!

At this moment, outside the tea stall, a spectacle was formed.

A hill-like block of ice, stretched across the long road.

Yun Que, Mu Qingyao, Pingshan Jun, Chang Wei and the blind man were all trapped in the ice.