218 Imitation Genius. You will know the moves once you read them.
"Bang" "Bang", there were two more sounds of afterimages being attacked and turned into white smoke. In the white smoke, the only remaining undead lord's true form swept in again with a sky-high fighting spirit, and quickly took action,
He hit seven times in a row, each time more domineering and fiercer than the last!!
"It's not enough." He calmly took seven steps back, Wuwang held his spear in front of him with an expressionless face, looked up at the opponent indifferently, his eyes became more fiery, and he attacked with a backhand, "Again!"
"Bang." Windmill snorted again with disdain. After blocking the opponent's spear with his halberd standing on the ground, he held the upright halberd and directly flew into the air to sweep his legs. As he rotated, he brought a fierce leg wind attack to the direction.
The other person’s face.
"It's not enough!" Wuwu roared, and he also violently turned around and swept his legs, colliding with the opponent. His expression was indifferent, but there was a hint of excitement and fanaticism in his voice, "Can it be stronger?"
"Of course!!" Taking a step back, Fengchao was irritated by the opponent's inexplicable excitement. He shouted and swung his halberd wildly and hit the opponent's head again!!!
Not far away, the two people were fighting so intensely that they didn't even notice that in mid-air not far away, a figure sitting on a broomstick had been watching the two people silently for a long time.
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Wonderful.
This was Ying's sigh from the bottom of her heart, and she almost applauded. Because of this duel not far away. It was almost a scene that only appeared in martial arts movies, but now it was actually happening in front of her.
She already knew the details of that man. He was a martial arts student in the Taoist temple.
But...that undead lord...it's strange. He's just a monster boss. Why can his moves be so flexible and changeable?
After watching it for a while, I even found that this undead lord is very smart. For example, he can imitate the moves that the cold-faced knight has used several times...
So weird…
It doesn't look like a monster boss at all...but...just like a real human being who knows how to think, learn, and analyze.
"There are no skills like imitation..." Ying checked the undead lord's information again, but the skills reported by the guidance stone were all normal.
This must be a bug.
Could this undead lord named "Windmill" have the "Sharingan" of Kakashi in "Naruto", and be able to learn other people's tricks immediately after watching them a few times?
Of course Ying doesn't know that as an electronic program, recording data and then copying it is the simplest instinct.
It's just that "Windmill" himself didn't realize that his intelligent program had evolved to this extent - or in other words, he never realized that he was just an electronic program. In the consciousness of this undead lord, this continent was him.
The existing world is the real reality.
In short, this boss who is good at imitating made Wuwang feel a little surprised for the first time. When the opponent used his own moves to attack, Wuwang was speechless and confused. He couldn't help but slow down the pace. He probably used it repeatedly.
I used the same move several times, and then I saw that the other party also used it, and then I carefully observed the other party's technique---it was really the same, and even the angle of the last attack was exactly the same...
However, in order to figure out how the other party imitated, Wuwang slowed down and observed, and the duel was unknowingly delayed...
After watching it for a while, the boring shadow finally became a little impatient.
"Open it...the green world...plants, enjoy your freedom...and power."
Sitting on the broomstick and lowering some height, Ying took out the crystal ball and whispered a spell. There was a faint smile under the wizard's hat, and then waved, "Go!"
A green light was emitted from the crystal ball and landed in the open space of the cemetery. A large "plant barrier" enveloped the ground in front of the ancient tomb. Countless plant vines grew like crazy.
It broke out of the ground and entangled all the undead minions it encountered into "zongzi", including the two people who were still dueling...
Wuwang and Fengche were in a daze, and they dodged several times, but they were submerged under the overwhelming plants and vines, and their bodies, hands and feet were tied...
"Who?" Windmill looked up in shock at the human wizard floating in the air.
"What is that!! Undead will-o'-the-wisp!!" Wuwu, who was entangled in plants, roared an order. The ghost bone dragon not far away flapped its wings restlessly, opened its mouth and emitted several streams of blue flames, but
It only burned a few vines, but eventually even the dragon's mouth was entangled in the plants and tied into a super big rice dumpling by the vines.
Not far from the dragon, the skeleton horse had already neighed and tripped over the plants, falling to the ground and being submerged in the green.
"Stop struggling. It's a god-level barrier...a supreme witchcraft that can only be activated by the magic weapon of the Witch God." Fengchao frowned, and looked flatly at the human wizard not far away with a pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes. Anyway, he was used to being surrounded by
Humans have been killed and resurrected. So there is no need to be nervous.
But the strange thing is that the magic weapon in the witch's hand has a slightly dark aura... It seems to be the legendary magic weapon of the witch god?
"..." Wuwang remained expressionless and silent, still struggling desperately, but the more he moved, the tighter the vines became.
"Stop moving. These vines will strangle you." Fengche glanced at him indifferently and raised his eyebrows in a calm manner, "You named the undead dragon 'what'? It's a weird name."
"I just said it casually." Wuwang stopped struggling expressionlessly. Seeing that the other party was so calm, he calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the witch not far away. She seemed to be talking to herself excitedly.
What he was saying to himself, he actually ignored the two prisoners here for a moment.
who is she?
Why attack yourself and this undead lord?
"Hey, human, you are very strong." The undead lord over there spoke again, seemingly with a smile, "I have to admit, you are the strongest human being I have ever seen."
"You're really noisy." Wuwu frowned and turned his head to look at him. But after a moment of silence, he said, "You're not bad either. You're much better than that vampire king."
"Nonsense. The strength of a king-level supreme being is supreme. How can I, a small lord, compare to him?" Fengche retorted, but he was not angry either.
In fact, this was the first time he could talk to someone so calmly, and it felt amazing.
"Believe it or not, the Vampire King?" Wuwu sneered disdainfully, "Things without wisdom are never qualified to talk about strength. It is just a waste that can't think at all and can only act recklessly. You can think, even
I can also imitate..."
"Nonsense. Complete nonsense." Windmill became a little angry, "You are not allowed to slander the great undead monarch."
"Don't believe it? You can go into the ghost realm and have a look yourself." Wuwu glanced at him indifferently, then narrowed his eyes in confusion, "I'm very curious about who you are? Are you really an NPC?"
"NPC? What is it...Shh, shut up. The witch is here." Windmill suddenly shut up and gave him a cold look.
It was so successful all of a sudden.
I really won him over right away!!
The moment he saw that person being subdued by his own plant barrier, Ying felt so beautiful that he was having fun on the broomstick with excitement. After calming down for a long time, he regained his composure and lightness.
He coughed, pretended to be indifferent, and activated the broomstick to fly down.
First, like a victor patrolling the losers, he floated around the tied undead dragon and skeleton mana, and then slowly floated in front of the two prisoners.
"Wuwang, hello." Ying said hello calmly, but the look in his eyes couldn't hide the secret joy. I don't know why seeing him tied up in such an embarrassing manner, I still felt inexplicably comfortable in my heart.
.
This arrogant, cold guy.
She was easily defeated by herself. Ying was almost moved by her own greatness - of course she was not such a high-profile person, so her expression was still very indifferent and plain.
"..." Wuwang looked at the other party expressionlessly and frowned.
Does this witch know me?
"Witch, why are you attacking us?" Fengche said coldly, without a good expression.
These two men, who were dueling to the death just now, now actually share the same hatred as brothers and sisters.
"…windmill……"
Ying looked at the undead lord carefully. This guy's tone really sounded like a real human being. He didn't feel like an NPC at all...Which technician was causing trouble?
Ying frowned and said calmly, "I also want to ask who you are? Why are you here again?"
"I am the ruler of this cemetery and the only undead lord here. Of course I will be here." Fengche replied coldly, "There is nothing to say if you catch me. If you want to kill me, kill him quickly."
