Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 450 My stick is harder than yours

"You're good, you're right, I can tell from your sonorous tone that you must be a hero who values ​​love and righteousness. ╔ y ╗" Sikong He is so flattering, it makes people speechless .

"Okay, okay, hurry up and learn from each other." Nangongzhu's anger also disappeared, and his mood stabilized.

This is exactly what Sikonghe wanted. Although he is a servant, he often follows the Holy Spirit level masters of the Bingquemen, and he has also heard of the sect of the Demon Soul Sect. As for the characteristics of their sect, they are vicious and cruel. , especially the power-absorbing technique that Bingquemen doesn't have, and when they are angry, they will attack their opponents by all means. It is precisely because of this that Sikonghe decided to make a few compromises, the purpose is to calm down his opponents. Anger, calm his emotions, kill his fighting wits, and let him go.

"Please." Sikonghe was still polite.

"Look, don't blink!" Nangongzhu was embarrassed to swear, after all, the other party was so gentle and elegant, he also wanted to be a cultural person.

Earlier, Nangong Zhu quickly spun the bamboo flute in a circle in his hand, and immediately flew into the air. The whole movement was also very smooth, without the slightest sloppiness.

It seems that the third level of Earth Spirit is extraordinary, and the excitement of fighting is much higher than that of the first level of Earth Spirit.

After flying into the air, Nangong Zhu pointed the bamboo flute in his hand at Sikong River fiercely, and stabbed at Sikong River like a big eagle falling to the ground.

Don't look at Sikonghe's polite words, but his tricks are not polite. Both of them have the strength of the third level of the earth spirit, and they are quite awesome. They will definitely not stay still.

Sikonghe turned his feet slightly, and slid one meter away like a moonwalk in street dance, and Nangongzhu's bamboo flute was pierced empty.

However, after landing, Nangong Zhu did not give up the attack, and immediately raised the bamboo flute to start the second round of attack, and the speed did not decrease at all, trying to pierce him to death with the flute.

Speaking of which, Nangongzhu's bamboo flute is also very characteristic. As mentioned before, the two ends of this flute are pointed. Although it is not very sharp, it becomes easier and more comfortable to insert into the opponent's chest when attacking the enemy.

Everyone also knows that the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure, so Nangong Zhu made his own flute with two pointed ends, which can not only become a sharp artifact in a fight, but also play a flute when winning. Song, put on a force.

Seeing Nangongzhu's broken flute stabbing at him again, Sikonghe realized that it was too late to retreat, and there was a risk of being hit by dodging left or right, and suddenly this guy charged forward.

Seeing this posture, Nangongzhu grasped the bamboo flute tightly, trying to skewer it into mutton skewers.

"Hi!" Seeing that Sikong He was close at hand, Nangong Zhu rushed forward with all his strength.

But just when the two were about to collide, Sikonghe lowered his head suddenly, got out of Nangongzhu's crotch with lightning speed, and slapped Nangongzhu's back in an instant , although the strength was not strong, Nangong Zhu staggered under the inertia just now.

"It's such a shameless thing, it actually drilled into my crotch." Nangong Zhu felt a burst of heat on his back. Although the other party didn't use enough force, it was unexpected, which made him a little annoyed.

"In ancient times, Han Xin was humiliated, but he became a generation of generals. It's nothing for me, Sikonghe, to suffer a little humiliation. Of course, we have to be kind. After all, this is a competition, so don't get angry." Sikong He is still a harmonious person, always saying nice things.

"What a fart, I think you are just a sweet talker, a sweet talker, and a sword in your mouth. I will stab you to death with a flute. My stick is long and hard!" Nangongzhu yelled loudly.

But when Nangong Zhu said this, Nangong Lan couldn't help shivering, wondering if he was thinking wrong again.

"Brother Nangong, why are you doing this? We just learn from each other and improve each other. This is a good thing to benefit others and ourselves." Sikonghe's mouth should have been born in ancient times. If he becomes a eunuch or something, he will immediately become The big red man next to the emperor.

"Fuck you, shut up!" Nangongzhu's ears are already callused. It would be nice to be flattered by him on weekdays, but at this time, flattery gives people a feeling of deliberate flattery, which makes people very happy. disgusting.

"Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, don't be as knowledgeable as I am, don't be angry with your bones." Sikonghe is really disgusting, this flattery is a bit too much.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you and make you glib!" Nangong Zhu suddenly lifted the bamboo flute, kicked the ground with his foot without saying a word, and shot at it like a bow and arrow off the string. Sikong River.

In fact, when it comes to dodging, Sikong He can also dodge it. After all, there is not much difference in strength between the two. As long as they dodge desperately, they can still avoid a few moves. , otherwise you dodge me, what's the point of playing until you are exhausted to death at the end.

So Sikong He showed the posture of accepting the move. He waved his right hand and drew a circle in the air, and a round light blue disc appeared immediately, which was exactly the same as Sikong Chong's move, but his The disc is bigger, as big as a pot lid. It seems that this is not an exclusive skill at all, it is simply a trick that everyone in the Bingque Sect knows.

"It's such a trick again, I'll expose you right now." Nan Gongzhu was furious when he saw that the other party had repeated his old trick and made a broken disk as a shield.

I saw him speeding up again, holding the bamboo flute and stabbing at the ice tray in Sikonghe's hand.

"Crackling, crackling." Nangongzhu's flute is really powerful, this sharp thing is stronger than Nangonglan's broken fan, and the flute pierced through the disk in Sikonghe's hand in an instant, and it shattered instantly .

This also startled Sikong He, because the ice plate was broken, and it was very likely that Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute would pierce it, so at this critical moment, Sikong He half-clasped his palm, shaking in the air suddenly After a few clicks, a popsicle comparable to the bamboo flute in Nangong Zhu's hand appeared in his hand.

Of course, this popsicle is not that popsicle, it is a weapon and cannot be eaten.

I saw Sikonghe pointing at the bamboo flute in Nangongzhu's hand with the ice that had just transformed in his hand.

"Crunch." After the two weapons collided with each other, they actually confronted each other tightly, like two bulls competing with each other, desperately bumping against each other. Just when the two were about to exert their strength again and strike hard, the steward Sikong Dong puffed up again. Clap.

"Okay, both of you, there is no distinction between your strengths, and the competition was very exciting, so let's stop here." Sikong Dong also felt that the two of them would definitely be injured if they continued the competition, so he let them end the competition ahead of time.

"Hehe, my stick is harder than yours." After slowly absorbing the popsicle in his hand, Sikong He licked his face and smiled.

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