Chapter 142: Saving Ding Chuanliang

"Not bad. ”

"Are you the famous Golden Knife Master Ding Chuanliang?" Ximen Tian finally remembered that he seemed to have heard of this person in the rivers and lakes.

"You know me. Ding Chuanliang showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Your cultivation of the twenty-eighth layer of your inner strength is infinitely close to the existence of King Kong. It is also famous in the rivers and lakes, how to hide in this small place. Ximen Tian sighed, he had heard of this Ding Chuanliang's reputation when he was a child.

"The situation is stronger than people, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is autocratic and mediocre, and Prime Minister Xu Song covers the sky with one hand. Now we want to purge the martial arts, saying that we interfere in internal affairs and want to wipe us out. I really don't want to be part of this fight. ”

"Woooo

"Be careful!" Ding Chuanliang stood in front of Ximen Tian and his wife Ding, and a golden knife danced impenetrable.

More than a dozen feather arrows were instantly cut in two and landed one after another.

It seems that I am the one who provoked the incident. Ximen Tian smiled bitterly, keenly aware that all the causes were caused by his desire to save Zixuan and attack the capital.

It is under this guise that the imperial court uses its own pretext to exert pressure on martial arts people and strengthen its control over the empire.

"Inform the garrison, surround him, take his head, and reward him afterwards. Whispers outside came again.

Capital.

"Zixuan's matter ......" Duan Ping held the wat in both hands, dressed in a wide robe, completely lacking his previous chic, but like a calm old minister.

"Leave it a secret for now, lest it leave a scandal for my royal family. The emperor sat on the high dragon chair, playing with the walnuts in his hand, and there was a hint of anxiety on his face.

And in that village, there is already tension.

"Ding Chuanliang, I respect you as a good man, as long as you obediently tie your hands, I will let your wife and children go. The head catcher outside obviously knew Ding Chuanliang's famous name, and he was extremely jealous of him.

"What about me?" Ding Chuanliang smiled, as if he had heard a joke.

"Are you going to say yes?" the headcatcher's voice was a little shrill and thin, as if he was pinching his throat to speak.

Ximen Tian went through the window and clearly saw more than a dozen catchers in red uniforms outside.

"Let me think about it. Ding Chuanliang took down the hat he was wearing on his head, revealing a face with a leopard's head and eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers.

"It's fine. "The head catcher outside is hoping that the reinforcements will come soon, but he is still at a loss. It was easy for a dignified golden knife to kill them.

"You, leave with my wife and children, and go as far as possible. Ding Chuanliang said anxiously, looking at the dozen or so people fighting outside in the open flame, worried that they would immediately regret it.

"What about you, you're seriously injured. Ximentian sat on a small wooden bench and regained a little strength.

"I guess I won't be able to leave, you can run away with my wife and children. ”

"Why do you believe in me so much?" Ximen Tian suddenly spoke.

"There is no reason. ”

Outside, there was the sound of overlapping horses' hooves, the clashing of knives and saddles.

Hundreds of cavalry rushed in from the village crossing, smashed through the railings and fences of the farmhouses, and galloped into the fields.

"Go in! Take down Ding Chuanliang's head!Everyone will be rewarded!" The courage of the head catcher came instantly, and he rushed in first, and more than a dozen red-clothed catchers were quick and agile, and quickly followed.

"Run, I'll cover you!" Ding Chuanliang's eyes widened, and he slammed into the door.

"Bang!" The door panel was quickly smashed by Ding Chuanliang, and the dozen or so catchers who were about to rush in could withstand such a great force, and they were directly knocked away, and most of them fainted to the ground.

"Kill!" the head catcher took a few steps back, and a knife was stuck on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Kill!" dozens of cavalry surrounded the man.

"Let you taste grandpa's golden knife!" Ding Chuanliang opened his tiger beard, and swung his thick-backed machete straight over, holding dozens of knives hanging above his head.

"Ahh

The thick-backed machete instantly pierced through the garrison's cloth armor, piercing his entire body.

The rest of the garrison is very cunning, they do not fight the golden swordman, but use the momentum of the war horse to fight with him in wheel battles, constantly consuming his vital strength.

"Poof. A knife mark appeared on Ding Chuanliang's body.

"Poof. "He was struck in the shoulder.

"Husband!" the woman rushed over desperately.

"Daddy!" cried the child.

"Why don't you leave!" The famous golden knife man in the rivers and lakes was as embarrassed as a dog at the moment, looking at Ximen Tian unwillingly.

"Quick, catch his wife and children, and don't let that kid go! Let them know that there should be no one left behind!" The commander of the garrison obviously heard this, and let the cavalry behind him divide his troops.

"Drive!" When the first official came to the horse, he galloped towards Ximentian, and the *** in his hand was raised high.

Dozens of cavalry rushed from behind.

"You're still a lot worse than the regular army. Ximen Tian smiled at Ding Chuanliang, and the small sword in his hand slowly appeared, as if he didn't care about so many cavalry charging in.

Just a sword, without too many bells and whistles.

Early the next morning, Ximen Tian yawned and sat up slowly. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the hundreds of corpses around him.

"Are you the young master of the Huidao Alliance?" Ding Chuanliang hurriedly knelt down and asked respectfully. At this time, his body had already bandaged the wound, and the thick-backed machete was thrown aside.

"If you're hurt, you don't have to be polite. How can martial arts people have so many etiquette. Ximentian wiped the Qingjar Sword and looked at the rising sun.

"Thank you for saving your life. Ding Chuanliang was grateful.

"Why don't you go to the south, is there anything inconvenient?" Ximen Tian stood up and rubbed his somewhat sore neck.

"Our family has lived here for generations, and our parents' graves are here. ”

"Is my stepfather okay now?" Ximen Tian suddenly remembered the middle-aged man who wanted to protect him from the novel.

"The leader of the alliance is now the commander of all the martial arts people in the southeast, and he is fighting against the imperial court against the Tianjiang River. There is also a rumor...... "Ding Chuanliang's voice became smaller and quieter the more he spoke."

"What rumors?"

"It was said in the capital that you had died under the sword of the Imperial Foresters. ”

"I'm not good. Ximen Tianwan smiled and patted the golden knife man on the shoulder.

"Listening to the grapevine, because of you, the young master, the alliance leader's health seems to be getting worse and worse. Ding Chuanliang glared back, and the villagers who were secretly watching them through the window immediately shrank and didn't dare to come out again.

"Ahh A bold villager ran out of the village trembling and crawling, apparently to report to the official.

"Let's go, the officers and soldiers will be coming in a while. Ximen Tian urged, and there was no panic in his tone.

"Then I'll take my leave, young master, take care. ”

"Wait. Simon Tian stopped him as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Do you know what holy water is?" Ximen Tian obviously had the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor.

"I have been here for decades, and I have heard of potions, mercury, poisonous water, spring water, and river water, but I have never heard of such a thing as holy water. ”

"I see. Ximen Tian turned around and threw the Qingjar Sword into the air. flew up, and turned into a streamer and left in an instant.

"The realm of immortals, immortals who can fly to the sky!"