"You are reliable and reliable. Listening to your loud tone, I know that you are a good man who values ​​love and justice. ╔ y ╗" Sikong He is so flattering that I am speechless.

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"Okay, okay, let's discuss it quickly." Nangong Zhu's anger subsided and his mood stabilized.

This is exactly what Sikong He wants. Although he is a servant, he often follows the Holy Spirit-level masters of the Ice Bird Sect. He has also heard of the Demon Soul Sect, and he also understands the viciousness and viciousness that characterizes their sect.

, especially the power-absorbing technique is even more like Bingque

They have something they don't have, and when they are angry, they will attack their opponents unscrupulously. It is precisely because of this that Sikong He decided to compromise and fawn over a few words, in order to calm down his anger, calm down his emotions, kill his wits, and let him fight.

Go on a crane.

"Please" Sikong He was still polite.

"Watch it, don't blink!" Nangong Zhu was too embarrassed to swear. After all, the other party was so gentle and gentle, and he also wanted to be a cultural person.

Before, Nangong Zhu quickly turned the bamboo flute in his hand in a circle and immediately jumped into the air. The whole movement was also very smooth, without any hint of sloppiness.

It seems that the third level Earth Spirit is extraordinary, and the fighting is much more exciting than the first level Earth Spirit.

After flying into the air, Nangong Zhu pointed the bamboo flute in his hand at the Sikong River, and pierced the Sikong River like a giant eagle that had landed on the ground.

Even though Sikong He was polite in his words, he was not polite in his moves. Both of them were at the third level of Earth Spirit, so they were quite powerful. They would definitely not stand still stupidly.

I saw Sikong He turning his feet slightly, sliding one meter away like a moonwalk in hip-hop dance, and Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute suddenly hit the air.

However, Nangong Zhu did not give up the attack after landing. He immediately raised his bamboo flute and started a second round of attacks without slowing down at all, trying to kill him with one flute.

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

Everyone also knows that the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure, so Nangong Zhu made his flute with pointed ends. Not only can it become a sharp artifact in a fight, but it can also be played after victory.

Qu, pretend to be cool.

Seeing Nangong Zhu's broken flute stabbing him again, Sikong He realized that it was too late to retreat at this moment, and dodging to the left or right would risk being hit. Suddenly, this guy rushed forward.

When Nangong Zhu saw this posture, he grabbed the bamboo flute even more and tried to string it into mutton skewers.

"Hi!" Nangong Zhu saw that Sikong He was close at hand, so he rushed forward with all his strength and strode forward.

But just when the two were about to collide, Sikong He lowered his head suddenly, got out of Nangong Zhu's crotch with lightning speed, and instantly slapped Nangong Zhu on the back.

, although the force was not strong, it still made Nangong Zhu stagger under the inertia just now.

"What a shameless thing, you actually got into my crotch." Nangong Zhu felt a burning sensation on his back. Although the other party's force was not very strong, it was unexpected, which made him a little annoyed.

"In ancient times, Han Xin was humiliated on the crotch, but he became a generation of generals. It doesn't matter that I, Sikong He, suffered a little humiliation. Of course, we must be friendly. After all, this is a discussion. Don't let any resentment arise." Sikong He

He is also a harmonious person, always saying nice things.

"It's just a fight. I think you're just a sweet talker, sweet talker and a sword, but I'll stab you to death with my flute. My stick is long and hard!" Nangong Zhu shouted angrily.

But when Nangong Zhu said this, Nangong Lan couldn't help but shudder, wondering if he had thought wrong again.

"Brother Nangong, why are you doing this? We are just learning from each other and improving each other. This is a good thing that benefits 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

The famous person beside the emperor.

"Fuck you, shut up!" Nangong Zhu's ears were already calloused. It would be quite nice to be flattered by him on weekdays, but flattering him at this time gave people a feeling of deliberate flattery, which made people very uncomfortable.

Disgusting.

"Okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, don't be the same as me, don't make your body angry." Sikong He was indeed disgusting, and this flattery was a bit too much.

"F***, I'm going to kill you right now for making you talk so glibly!" Nangong Zhu suddenly raised the bamboo flute, without saying a word, he kicked the ground with his foot, and his body was shot like a bow and arrow.

Sikong River.

In fact, when it comes 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. However, there is a rule that cannot be avoided in the fight between the two, that is, the two must confront each other.

, otherwise you just dodge me, and what’s the point of playing until you’re half exhausted and half to death.

So Sikong He showed a posture to receive the move. He waved his right hand and drew a circle in the air. A round light blue disc immediately appeared. It was exactly the same as Sikong Chong's move, but his

The disc is larger, as big as a pot lid. It seems that this is not a special skill at all, it is simply a trick that everyone in Bingque sect can do.

"It's such a trick again, I will expose you now." Nangong Zhu was so angry when he saw that the other party actually repeated his old trick and used a broken disc as a shield.

I saw him speeding up again, holding the bamboo flute and stabbing the ice plate in Sikong He's hand.

"Bang, bang." Nangong Zhu's flute was really powerful. This sharp object was even more powerful than Nangong Lan's broken fan. The flute instantly pierced the disc in Sikong He's hand, and it shattered into pieces.

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This also shocked Sikong He, because if the ice plate broke, it was likely to be stuck by Nangong Zhu's bamboo flute, so at this critical moment, Sikong He's hand was half-clamped and suddenly shaking in the air

After a few clicks, a popsicle comparable to the bamboo flute in Nangong Zhu's hand suddenly appeared in his hand.

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

I saw Sikong He pushing the bamboo flute in Nangong Zhu's hand with the ice he had just transformed into.

"Crunch." After the two weapons collided with each other, they actually faced each other tightly, like two competing bulls, fighting desperately. Just when the two were about to exert their strength again and strike hard, the steward Sikong Dong raised his eyebrows again.

Palmed.

"Okay, you two, there is no difference in your strength. The competition was very exciting. Let's end it here." Sikong Dong also felt that the two of them would definitely get injured if they competed, so he asked them to end the game in advance.

"Haha, my stick is harder than yours." Sikonghe slowly absorbed the popsicle in his hand, then licked his face and smiled.
Chapter completed!