Chapter 18: Where Did the Sparrow Go? (3)

  "Hand over the stolen goods at once."

  Ding Lingxiu rode on Nan Gong Ao Tian's body, panting, and once again used the Wind Chasing Symbol, he was already exhausted, but still firmly pressed down on Nan Gong Ao Tian.

  Unexpectedly, Nan Gong Ao Tian was arrogant and disdainful, not putting Ding Ling Xiu in his eyes at all. His dark green pupils flickered with a cold and gloomy light, this chill seemed to be born with him, he did not resist, but smiled evilly:

  "Haha, you think catching up with me means you can beat me? I used the Dazzling Technique because of that Taoist priest, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

  Nangong Ao Tian finished speaking and suddenly grabbed Ding Ling Xiu's collar, pulling him down the stone steps.

  All I felt was a spinning world, and when it stopped, the two had already rolled to the bottom of Mulan Valley.

  "Damn it..." Ding Lingyu covered his head and stood up, blood flowing down his cheek.

  "Haha, isn't this enough? Didn't you want to take back the inner bird? Then try it and see."

  Nan Gong Ao Tian finished speaking, and from the backpack behind him, he pulled out an ancient knife with strange flower patterns. Although the style of this ancient knife was simple, it looked brand new, as if it had just been forged. The handle had more than 20 black leopard stars protruding, with a base color similar to leopard skin. The knife was about three feet long, with an eerie shape and dazzling light.

  Ding Lingxiu's hair stood on end immediately. He, who had no experience in fighting with others, saw such a cold and gleaming weapon and couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  "You actually used a weapon..."

  Ding Lingxiu said this and even he himself wanted to bite his tongue. Isn't this nonsense? Is the other side taking out this knife for cooking?

  "Don't worry, I won't kill you. However, I dare not guarantee that I won't leave any lifelong unforgettable marks on you. Being able to experience the pain brought by Meng Ji's demonic knife is also your honor."

  Nangong Ao Tian's face was sinister and evil, his deep blue braids swaying back and forth.

  "Meng Ji's Demon Sword?"

  Ding Lingxiu suddenly remembered that he was facing a demon-refining master and immediately saw through the suspiciousness of this ancient sword. The reason why this ancient sword looked brand new was because it was refined from the fierce ghost Meng Ji by Meng Ji himself. And Ding Lingxiu had some understanding of this fierce ghost named Meng Ji.

  Meng Jie is a ghostly demon that resembles a leopard, with a violent nature and extremely fast running speed. It is a common fierce ghost in the islands of the South Sea, specializing in hunting and killing adults or ferocious beasts at night. With Ding Ling's current cultivation, he would have to use all his strength and rely on luck to subdue this level of fierce ghost. Yet, the person in front of him can actually tame such a ferocious ghost, it seems that he has the capital to look down on the world.

  "Heh heh, you should have thought of where this demon sword came from by now. And before long, that internal energy bird will also be refined by me."

  Nan Gong Ao Tian said as he walked towards Ding Ling Xiu with a shaking head.

  "Despicable, I have no choice but to rely on you."

  Ding Lingxiu took out the Hundred Ghosts Diagram, quickly flipped through the pages, and the Hundred Ghosts Diagram floated in mid-air. Ding Lingxiu rapidly recited an incantation, and a red light shot out, summoning the Iron Mouse.

  "Young master, you really know how to rush people, I was just eating and you called me out."

  Iron Mouse was originally all red, now his face is also red and puffy, obviously not drinking less wine, just came out still belching.

  "Damn it, you're still drinking at this time, hurry up and get possessed."

  "Ah, is it on the ground?"

  The iron mouse was dizzy and confused for half a day, and suddenly fell to the ground.

  Nan Gong Ao's eyebrows slightly raised, his mouth curled up, and Ding Ling felt countless black lines appearing on his head.

  "Damn it! I said possess, not prostrate, get up quickly."

  Ding Lingxiu kicked Iron Mouse's buttocks with one foot, and it suddenly came to life.

  " Possession? No."

  The iron mouse flashed for half a day before transforming into red light and entering Ding Ling's body.

  A scorching sensation filled his entire body, and the demonic energy burst forth in an instant. But what was different from usual was that Ding Ling felt not only his teeth growing huge, but also a mouthful of roasted skewers and beer flavor, and his head began to feel dizzy.

  "Heh heh, is that it?"

  Nangong Ao Tian coldly gazed at Ding Ling Xi, and slowly walked over.

  "Take it!"

  Ding Lingshu angrily shouted and opened his sharp teeth, pouncing straight at Nan Gong Ao Tian.

  Nangong Ao Tian easily dodged Ding Ling Xiu's left and right swings, lightly tripping him with one leg. Ding Ling Xiu immediately fell to the ground, and Nangong Ao Tian took advantage of the opportunity to slash his knife towards the back of his neck. As the demon sword swung, it emitted a roar similar to that of a tiger or leopard, causing the air in its path to suddenly become abnormally cold, forming a thin layer of fog.

  When the cold light approached his neck, Ding Lingxiu was unable to dodge. Nangong Aotian withdrew a few points of force, and Meng Ji's demon knife drew out a half-moon shape. Blood splattered everywhere, and a very deep wound appeared on the back of Ding Lingxiu's neck. Nangong Aotian kicked Ding Lingxiu's lower back with one foot, and Ding Lingxiu immediately fell to the ground, pinned down by Nangong Aotian and unable to move.

  Ding Lingyu, who was drunk and confused, didn't even feel the pain in the back of his neck very clearly, but a sense of humiliation arose in his heart. He mustered all his strength and suddenly rolled to the right, angrily biting at Nangong Ao Tian's right leg.

  The iron mouse's iron teeth sank deeply into Nangong Ao Tian's thigh, but did not bite too deep into the flesh. It turned out that Nangong Ao Tian had tied a steel-made leg guard inside his pants. The iron teeth were extremely sharp, but still could not bite deeper into the flesh.

  But Nangong Ao Tian was unable to pull out his right leg, which had been bitten by Ding Lingyu. The latter's eyes blazed with an unprecedented fury as he lay on the ground, his iron teeth and shackles making a screeching sound as they constricted tighter. Fresh blood flowed from Ding Lingyu's mouth, yet he refused to release his grip.

  "Cut... what if you bite my leg? Do you believe I'll kill you with one knife? Let go quickly." Nan Gong Ao Tian felt some pain, but this little pain was negligible to him.

  Ding Lingyu didn't respond, still biting down hard, his iron teeth sinking deeper into the iron shackles on his legs. The scarlet blood from his gums formed a warm stream that flowed slowly down his teeth, wetting Nan Gong Ao Tian's pants leg.

  "You still want to bite through my Ghostly Binding Leggings? Hehe, don't be ridiculous, this is a top-notch demonic artifact."

  Nan Gong Ao Tian looked at Ding Ling Xiu with disdain, who still refused to yield under his feet.

  The screeching sound of the iron rubbing against each other made Ding Lingxu's whole body go soft, his teeth ached with pain, he was heavily drunk and his exhausted body had already begun to blur his consciousness. However, the humiliation of being trampled underfoot by others was like the only light in the darkness, engulfing everything in front of him, forming a single conviction that became his unyielding obsession.

  The atmosphere was eerily heavy, and the entire pant leg below where Nan Gong Ao Tian was bitten was soaked in fresh blood from Ding Ling Xiu's mouth. The angry hum of resentment from Ding Ling Xiu's mouth and the whistling wind generated by Meng Ji Yao Dao's oscillation responded to each other, forming a terrifying wail.

  Suddenly, Nangong Ao Tian felt that something was wrong. He clearly sensed a slight change in the Ghost Binding Leg on his leg, which seemed to have some signs of cracking. This subtle change was detected by Nangong Ao Tian's keen senses, and he immediately grasped the demon knife and fiercely said to Ding Ling Xiu:

  "I'm not joking with you, spit it out quickly, or else I'll kill you."

  Nangong Ao Tian said with a sinister tone, his face twisted in a scowl.

  Ding Lingxiu seemed to be completely unaware, and instead increased his strength. The creaking sound was already coming from the contact between the iron teeth and the binding legs. Nan Gong Ao Tian's face immediately showed a look of horror, and a sense of unprecedented crisis appeared in his mind. He quickly stepped on Ding Lingxiu's left foot to loosen it, and used his left foot to desperately kick Ding Lingxiu's head.

  A storm of kicks hit Ding Lingxiu's head, but he refused to let go, his two hands tightly wrapped around Nangong Ao Tian's right leg, using the last bit of strength in his body.

  The two were locked in a stalemate, when suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy appeared under Nan Gong Ao Tian's feet. The moment the spiritual energy appeared, Ding Ling Xiu's fangs grew even larger, and his blood-red fangs snapped shut with a loud crackle. In an instant, Nan Gong Ao Tian's Ghost Binding Leg was shattered.

  "Ah——"

  Nangong Ao Tian looked up at the sky and let out a loud roar, blood splashing out from his right leg.

  Ding Lingxiu also lost consciousness and fainted.

  "Stop."

  Zhang Shanyi shouted loudly as he ran over.

  "You're doomed, watch me kill you."

  Nangong Ao Tian was just about to swing his knife towards Ding Ling Xiu when he suddenly discovered that Zhang Shan Yi had arrived at the top of Mulan Valley, so he gritted his teeth and put away his demon knife. He kicked Ding Ling Xiu away with one foot and limped into the forest.