Chapter 450: My Stick Is Harder Than You: "You rely on it well." Rely on the wonderful, listen to your loud tone, you know that you must be a good man who values love and righteousness. "Sikong He's sycophant, it's so speechless.

"Okay, let's talk." Nangong Zhu's anger also disappeared, and his mood stabilized.

This is exactly what Sikong He wants, although he is a subordinate, but he often follows the Holy Spirit level masters in the Bingque Gate, and he has also heard of the Demon Soul Gate, as for the characteristics of their sect, he also understands the ruthlessness and viciousness of their sect, especially the skill of absorbing power is not available in the Bingque Gate, and when they are angry, they will attack the opponent by any means, it is precisely because of this that Sikong He decided to make a few words of compromise, the purpose is to calm his anger, calm his emotions, erase his fighting wits, and let him go.

"You please" Sikong He was still polite.

"Look, don't blink!" Nangong Zhu was also embarrassed to burst into foul language, after all, the other party was so gentle and elegant, he also wanted to be a cultural person.

Before, Nangong Zhu quickly turned the bamboo flute in his hand in a circle, and immediately rose into the air, and the whole movement was also very smooth, without the slightest hint of dragging mud and water.

It seems that this third-order earth spirit is extraordinary, and the excitement of the fight is much higher than that of the first order of the earth spirit.

After flying into the air, Nangong Zhu aimed the bamboo flute in his hand at Sikong River, and pierced Sikong River like a landed eagle.

Don't look at Sikong He's politeness, but the tricks are not polite, both of them are the strength of the third order of the earth spirit, and they can be regarded as relatively awesome, and they will definitely not be stupid and stay put.

I saw Sikong He's feet turn slightly, and he slid to a meter away like a space step in a street dance, and Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute was even more 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 kill him with a flute.

It is said that Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute is also very distinctive, and it was mentioned before that the two ends of this flute are pointed, although it is not very sharp, but when attacking the enemy, inserting it into the opponent's chest becomes more relaxed and comfortable.

Everyone also knows that the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure, so Nangong Zhu made his flute into a two-pointed shape, which can not only become a sharp artifact in a fight, but also play a song after winning, pretending to be a force.

Seeing Nangong Zhu's broken flute stabbing at him again, Sikong He found that it was too late to retreat at this moment, and dodging left and right was even more risky of being hit, and suddenly this guy rushed head-on.

Nangong Zhu saw such a posture, and even grabbed the bamboo flute, trying to skewer it into a mutton skewer.

"Hey!" Nangong Zhu saw that Sikong River was close at hand, and with all his strength, he strode forward.

But just when the two were about to collide, they saw Sikong He suddenly lowered his head, and with lightning speed, he took Nangong Zhu's pants. The crotch drilled out of the past, and instantly slapped Nangong Zhu's back, although the strength was not large, it still made Nangong Zhu stumble under the inertia just now.

"What a shameless thing, actually drilled my crotch." Nangong Zhu felt a burst of heat in his back, although the other party did not use much force, but it was unexpected, which made him a little annoyed.

"In ancient times, Han Xin's crotch was humiliated, but he achieved a generation of generals, what is it that my Sikong He suffered a little humiliation, of course, we still have to be harmonious, this is a competition after all, don't be angry." Sikong He is still a harmonious person, and he always says good things.

"Fight a fart, I think you kid is a rhetorical sword, a honey-bellied sword, watch Lao Tzu stick you to death with a flute, Lao Tzu's stick is long and hard!" Nangong Zhu shouted loudly.

But just when Nangong Zhu said this, Nangong Lan couldn't help but shudder, wondering if he wanted to be crooked again.

"Brother Nangong, why do you bother, we just learn from each other and improve each other, this is a good thing for others and ourselves." Sikong He's mouth should have been born in ancient times, if he became a eunuch or something, he would immediately become a big celebrity around the emperor.

"Fuck your grandma, shut up!" Nangong Zhu's ears are already calloused, and it would be cool to be patted by him on weekdays, but at this time, patting the ass gives people a feeling of deliberate flattery, which makes people very disgusting.

"Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, don't be like me, don't be angry with your body." Sikong He is indeed disgusting, this sycophant is a bit too much.

"His grandmother, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to make you have a flamboyant tongue!" Nangong Zhu suddenly lifted the bamboo flute, and without saying a word, he kicked the ground with his foot, and his body shot towards Sikong River like a bow and arrow off the string.

In fact, if you want to dodge, Sikong He can also dodge, after all, the difference in strength between the two is not big, as long as they dodge desperately, they can still avoid a few moves, but there is a rule in the fight between the two, that is, the two must fight, otherwise you dodge me, what's the point of being tired and half dead in the end.

So Sikong He showed a posture of receiving moves, only to see that with a wave of his right hand, a circle was drawn in the air, and a round light blue disc immediately appeared, which was exactly the same as Sikong Insect's moves, but his disc was larger, as big as a pot lid, it seemed that this was not an exclusive skill at all, it was simply a little trick that everyone in the Ice Sparrow Sect would do.

"It's this kind of trick again, I'll expose you now." Nangong Zhu saw that the other party actually repeated the old trick again, and made a broken disc as a shield, so he didn't fight in one place.

I saw him accelerate again, holding a bamboo flute and stabbing the ice tray in Sikong He's hand.

"Quack, quack." Nangong Zhu's flute is really powerful, this sharp thing is more powerful than Nangong Lan's broken fan, I saw that the flute pierced the disc in Sikong He's hand in an instant, and it was suddenly shattered.

This also frightened Sikong He, because the ice tray was broken, it was very likely to be pierced by Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute, so at this critical moment, I saw Sikong He's palm half grasped, and suddenly shook a few times in the air, and suddenly a popsicle comparable to the bamboo flute in Nangong Zhu's hand appeared in his hand.

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

I saw Sikong He use the frozen ice that had just been conjured in his hand to push at the bamboo flute in Nangong Zhu's hand.

"Crunch." After the two weapons collided with each other, they were tightly opposed, like two competing bulls, desperately colliding, just as the two were about to exert their strength again and fight hard, the steward Sikong Leng applauded again.

"Okay two, your strength is not different, and the competition is very exciting, so let's stop here." Sikong Freeze also felt that the two would definitely be injured if they continued to compete, so he let them end the game in advance.

"Hehe, my stick is harder than yours." After Sikong He slowly absorbed the popsicle in his hand, Tian smiled.