Chapter 1153: Kong Lige

It took a while for Jiang Shengjun to get rid of the shackles of the bones' arms, and for a while, he seemed to be in a mess when facing Bu Lige's attack.
The difference in strength between the two is not too big, even if Bu Lige took advantage of what he had just started, it would not be the key to a decisive victory.
The spiritual power is covered on the sword's edge, and each attack will have a brilliant brilliance remaining, which looks like an added special effect.
Luo Chuan watched with interest, and had to say that the uses of spiritual power are really wide-ranging. If you come to make a movie, you don't need post-production special effects at all, just go to the real scene.
There is nothing to say about the battle between Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun. The fighting power of the realm of good fortune is as high as the sky, leaving a few sword marks on the surrounding stone platforms.
"Unexpectedly, you actually believed it. It seems that I can simulate the magical atmosphere of this underworld reward." The step backed nearly ten meters before stopping.
The necromancer profession possesses special magic skills that can simulate the breath of other magic when it is released, so Jiang Shengjun could be deceived by Step Lige so easily just now.
Jiang Shengjun is no different from Bu Lige. He has also stepped back a long way, breathing heavily while supporting himself with a sword.
In the ten seconds of fighting just now, both spiritual power and physical power have been greatly consumed. What we need to do now is to quickly adjust our state.
"Bu Lige, your boy has lost his learning now." After taking a few breaths, Jiang Shengjun couldn't help laughing.
In the previous match, Bu Lige was still shouting the names of various moves, and basically there was no matching number, it was just a nonsense call.
But because he had magic that simulates breath, Jiang Shengjun didn't dare to be careless, for fear that some of them might be true.
"Ha, don't talk about me, aren't you?" Bu Lige grinned, not paying attention to Jiang Shengjun's words.
Although Jiang Shengjun doesn't have magic that simulates breath, he can also call out the names of moves. The battle situation is fierce and complicated, and he basically doesn't have time to sense the breath of magic.
Because of this, Bu Lige was not much different from Jiang Shengjun. He was restrained in the battle and kept on guarding the opponent.
"These two people..." Wei Qingzhu laughed blankly, "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 should be taken from life."
"It seems okay, but you have to prepare in advance and add some funny elements to it." Wei Qingzhu mentioned his own opinion, "I think those readers like the happy plot."
Facts have proved that, like in Riman and many other works, it is basically impossible to call out the name of one's moves when fighting against each other. The second stage is full of shame, and it looks funny.
Moreover, the explanation that the villain starts to talk about it when it is about to complete the goal is also the same. It is completely necessary for the plot, so that the confused reader can understand what happened.
When the villain began to explain and began to uncover his own fog, it was almost announcing his GG, and then the protagonist successfully counterattacked by relying on skills such as mouth cannon, which is a popular routine.
In reality, who would be so boring, 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 the savior?
Luo Chuan drank a coke, feeling a little want to laugh. The duel between Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun was quite interesting.
Most of the customers who were on the sidelines were also smiling, and they were talking about the next battle scene, and they looked very happy.
The impact of the sword's edge erupted with a crisp sound, and the visible ripples spread out in a ring, and the spiritual force drove the airflow to blow gusts of sand.
"You guy, you're going to be dying anymore." Step Lige gritted his teeth, he could feel the arms holding the sword gradually become sore, and the weight of the sword seemed to be increasing.
"Heh, isn't your condition better than me?" Jiang Shengjun asked rhetorically, sweat was oozing out of his forehead, and his spiritual energy recovery speed could not keep up with the consumption.
Accompanied by the explosion sound, white bone fragments splashed, and a skeleton that quietly approached from behind Jiang Shengjun was blown by his punch.
Because of lack of spiritual power, the strength of the undead skeletons summoned by Bu Lige dropped a lot, and couldn't stand Jiang Shengjun's attack at all.
But this is enough.
Bu Lige grinned, the role of the undead skeleton is only to attract Jiang Shengjun's attention, and its role has been realized.
When he pierced Jiang Shengjun's chest with Jian Feng, he also noticed the disdainful smile on the latter's face.
The sharp sword controlled by spiritual power pierced the sky and wiped Bu Lige's throat in consternation.
"I guessed the result." Gu Yunxi sighed, "It was a tie in the end."
"It's not bad." Wei Yi yawned, "Almost half the combat power of my good fortune realm."
Xia Ying pulled at his clothes and smiled apologetically at the other customers.
"This should be a draw, I feel like it needs to be divided into different levels." Hu Kuang had just finished a round of fighting the landlords, and after looking at the results of the battle, he made suggestions.
In the arena, with the white brilliance, the ground instantly returned to its original state, and Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun appeared again as they did before.
"You unexpectedly succeeded in the sneak attack by your fellow." Bu Lige stroked his neck, where there still remained the feeling of a sword passing by.
"Huh? I attacked?" Jiang Shengjun stared, "Obviously you first summoned the undead skeletons to distract me, I'm just scheming! But you guy is really ruthless."
Jiang Shengjun also touched the position where the sharp sword pierced his chest, and there was a faint pain. Injury in the arena will have a slight impact on the spirit. Of course, setting the pain sensation to zero has no effect in this regard.
"This time it's a draw, can you still fight?" Bu Lige asked.
"A little tired." Jiang Shengjun breathed a sigh of relief.
Because the fatigue generated in fighting spirit can not be restored by resetting, just like Sprite can restore mental power but cannot affect will.
"The business hours of the owner's shop are almost over." Bu Lige also sighed, "I'm leaving, it's really boring."
When the spirit returned to reality, Bu Lige saw the customers who were on the sidelines, and his eyes widened in surprise: "What are you doing?"
"Look at the battle between the two of you." Bu poetically smiled, "Although it's a rookie pecking at each other, it's still a bit worth seeing."
"Caiji pecking each other?!" Bu Lige flushed immediately, "What about cultivators, can the cultivators be called each other? This is called...this is the verification of one's own strength!"