Chapter 1153 Kong Lige

It took Jiang Shengjun a while to get rid of the shackles of his bones, but he seemed to be in a hurry in the face of Bu Lige's attack.

The difference in strength between the two is not too big, even if Bu Lige gained a little bit of the upper hand with the help of what had just started, it would not be the key to the decisive victory.

The spiritual power covers the sword's edge, and every time it attacks, there will be a splendid brilliance remaining, which looks like a special effect has been added.

Luo Chuan watched with great interest, and I have to say that the uses of spiritual power are really extensive. If you come to make a movie, you don't need post-production special effects at all, you can just go directly to the real scene.

There was nothing to say about the battle between Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun, and the fighting power of the realm of creation was just like that, leaving a few sword marks on the surrounding stone platforms.

"I didn't expect you to actually believe it. It seems that I did a good job of simulating the magical breath of this Netherland reward." Bu Lige stepped back nearly ten meters before stopping.

The necromancer profession has special magic skills that can simulate the breath of other magic releases, so Jiang Shengjun was so easily deceived by Bu Lige just now.

Jiang Shengjun was no different from Bu Lige, and he also stepped back a long way, supporting himself with his sword and breathing heavily.

In the dozen or so seconds of the battle just now, both spiritual and physical strength had been greatly consumed, and now what he had to do was to quickly adjust his state.

. "Bu Lige, your kid has failed now." After taking a few breaths, Jiang Shengjun couldn't help laughing.

In the fight just now, Bu Lige was still shouting the names of various moves. Basically, there was no match.

But because he has the magic of breath simulation, Jiang Shengjun didn't dare to be careless, for fear that there are some truths in it.

"Ha, don't talk about me, aren't you?" Bu Lige grinned, not paying any attention to Jiang Shengjun's words.

Although Jiang Shengjun does not have the magic of breath simulation, he can also call the name of the move. The fighting situation is fierce and complicated, and he basically does not have time to sense the breath of magic.

Because of this, Bu Lige is not much different from Jiang Shengjun. During the battle, he is tied up and he is always on guard against the opponent.

"These two..." Wei Qingzhu laughed dumbly, "It's really interesting."

"How about writing this plot into a novel?" Song Qiuying's eyes seemed to light up, "It must be very interesting, the plot must be taken from life."

"It seems to be possible, but it must be prepared in advance and add some funny elements." Wei Qingzhu mentioned his own opinion, "I think those readers like happy plots."

Facts have proved that it is basically impossible in reality to shout out the name of one's moves when fighting, as in Japanese comics and many works. The second is full of shame, and it is funny to look at.

And the explanation that the villain starts a long speech when he is about to complete his goal is similar. It is completely necessary for the plot, so that the confused readers can understand what happened.

When the villain begins to explain and begins to reveal his own fog, it is almost announcing his gg, and then the protagonist successfully counterattacks relying on skills such as mouth cannons. This is a popular routine.

In reality, who would grind and chirp like this, and the most important thing is to finish the remaining things as quickly as possible. Do you still need to wait for the protagonist to come as a savior?

Luo Chuan drank a sip of Coke and felt a little want to laugh. The duel between Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun was quite interesting.

Most of the onlookers were smiling, talking about what the next battle scene would be like, and they seemed to be in a good mood.

A crisp sound erupted from the impact of the sword's edge, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in a ring shape, and the spiritual force drove the airflow to blow up gusts of sand.

"You guy, it's almost dead." Bu Lige gritted his teeth, he could feel the arms holding the sword gradually becoming sore, and the weight of the sword seemed to be increasing.

"Heh, are you in better condition than me?" Jiang Shengjun asked back, sweat was leaking from his forehead, and the recovery speed of spiritual power could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

With the sound of explosion, white bone fragments splashed, and a skeleton that was quietly approaching from behind Jiang Shengjun was blown up by his punch.

Because of the lack of spiritual power, the strength of the undead skeletons summoned by Bu Lige dropped a lot, and they couldn't withstand Jiang Shengjun's attack at all.

But that's enough.

Bu Lige grinned, the function of the undead skeleton was just to attract Jiang Shengjun's attention, and its function had already been realized.

When he stabbed the sword into Jiang Shengjun's chest, he also noticed the disdainful smile on the latter's face.

The sharp sword controlled by spiritual power cut through the sky and wiped his throat in Bu Lige's astonished gaze.

"I guessed the result." Gu Yunxi sighed, "It's still a draw in the end."

"Not bad." Wei Yi yawned, "It's almost half the combat power of my fortune-telling realm."

Xia Ying tugged at his clothes and smiled apologetically at the rest of the customers.

"This should be a draw, I feel that it needs to be divided into high and low." Hu Kuang just finished a game of fighting landlords, and after looking at the results of the battle, he made suggestions.

In the arena, with the white brilliance, the ground returned to its original state in an instant, and Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun appeared intact again.

"Actually, you succeeded in the sneak attack." Bu Lige touched his neck, and there was still the feeling of a sword blade passing by.

"Huh? I sneak attack?" Jiang Shengjun stared, "It was you who first summoned the undead skeletons to distract me from my attention.

Intentionally, I just count it! But you guys are really ruthless. "

Jiang Shengjun also touched the position where the sharp sword had pierced his chest, and there was a faint pain. Being injured in the arena would have a slight impact on his spirit. Of course, setting pain to zero has no effect in this regard.

"This time it's a draw, are we still going to fight?" Bu Lige asked.

"A little tired." Jiang Shengjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the exhaustion from fighting spirit cannot be recovered by reset, just like Sprite can recover mental power but cannot affect will.

"The business hours of the boss's store are almost over." Bu Lige also sighed, "It's boring to leave."

. When the spirit returned to reality, Bu Lige saw the customers watching on the side, and his eyes widened in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the battle between the two of you." Bu Shiyi smiled and said, "Although the chickens are pecking at each other, it's still worth seeing."

"Chicken pecking each other?!" Bu Lige blushed suddenly, "Can the cultivators be called pecking each other? This is called... this is the verification of one's own strength!"