Net King’s Beginning With Breathing Method

Boom!

I was shocked.

Shangshan Yu found out that he could no longer evade by tricks this time.

It was as if directly breaking through the space, the purple and black ghosts and gods that came before him were inevitable.

The huge face of solemn and majesty, and... that bloody eyes like hell Shura made people scared.

"This is a different dimension of concreteness!"

Gently raised his head, all of the short hair of the shirt-yoo was blown away wantonly by the air waves coming from the surface.

Then, without the slightest politeness.

The ghost and ghost opened his mouth and let out a roar that resounded throughout the stadium. His hideous and sturdy hands stretched laterally from the waist, making a slashing shape.

My skin hurts for a while, and my heartbeat is almost Ultimate.

"Get me moving!"

Da da da.

His teeth trembled lightly, his eyes rounded, and Yuu Yuu's will seemed to be washed and polished, becoming sharper and brighter.

In the next moment, a huge purple-black battle axe struck him horizontally.

"boom!"

A horrible wave of air and smoke suddenly appeared at the feet of Yuu Yuu.

The power of the tennis was undiminished. After a terrifying dent was smashed into the ground, it was like a tank, crashing and crushing on the double-layer iron net behind Shang Yuu.

Boom--

Immediately afterwards, there were a few loud noises, and one side of the iron net was shaken off from the inlay of the wall.

"What happened over there?!!!"

Unbreakable Iron Man raised his head to look at the court not far away covered by the green belt, and stopped the action he was preparing to serve.

He Pu Dalong, who was opposite him, also looked behind him with a pale face.

The rumbling noise can be heard clearly even on the alternate court on their side.

Not only their stadium, but the other three stadiums that were playing were also shocked. Those soldiers who were still drowsing their eyes condensed, and their aura quickly rose.

They decided not to keep their hands anymore.

Obviously, there was an amazing match on the first military field that they couldn't predict.

In the small black room of the surveillance room, Kurobe quickly switched several cameras in the first military stadium.

However, under the horrific shot of Oni Juujiro just now, the camera closest to the two people's court couldn't see the situation inside the smoke.

"Saito, go to the scene quickly and see if anyone is injured." His brows tightened, and Kurobe's tone was very anxious.

With a snap.

Needless to say by Kurobe, Zhi Saito's white coat fluttered, he had quickly thrown open the door of the monitoring room, and his slender body ran towards the stadium of the first army.

Without stopping for a moment, Kurobe's brain quickly turned.

The chair slid with his body, and Kurobe pointed his mouth at another radio microphone, "Coach Tuo Zhi, please go to the first army court immediately. There may be an injury incident over there."

Kurobe breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Takuchi Ryuji's vigorous body running quickly from the monitor.

"Sweater Yu, don't have any trouble..."

Looking at the screen, Kurobe murmured a little awkwardly.

Soon, he picked up the phone from the drawer again and dialed the number inside in silence.

...

The first army is on the court here.

The onlookers members of the army have almost been forced to the court next door.

The terrifying power that Oni Jujiro had just exploded made many people frightened.

"This happened during the game against Byodoin Temple that day!!" Yuezhi Yueguang's always calm eyes fluctuated violently.

This was not the first time he saw him. He was very sensitive while taking the road of spiritual system. Whether it was the last time or this time, he had seen the ghost and ghost that could shatter people's hearts.

"And this time..."

Looking down at his trembling hands, Yue Zhi Yueguang realized that he was also in fear in his heart.

Does he dare to compete with such an opponent?

Looking around for a week, Yue Zhi Yueguang discovered that he might not be the only one with such emotions. After a year, Oni Jujiro once again showed them a higher level of power.

"Tops, don't fall down—"

Taking a deep breath, Yue Zhi Yueguang set his eyes on the thinner and thinner smoke.

"Ghost, you managed to achieve this level."

His complexion was calm and scary, Iruezao's fingers resting on the frame of his glasses, his eyes staring at the stadium were very cold.

If light hitting and Ashura Shinto are already considered different-dimensional powers, then the substantive "ghost gods" shown by Oni Jujiro just now have moved further in the direction of the other-dimensional.

This is a terrifying force that has surpassed the limits of the human body and is completely unpredictable.

"puff……"

He patted the dust on his body, and got up from the ground with a soft cough on his shirt.

Just now Oni Jujiro's shot was so thrilling. If his body didn't have the limit to avoid it, I'm afraid he would lose his fighting power like most people.

The bright gaze penetrated the smoke and dust that gradually subsided, and the fiery warfare in Yu Yuu's eyes remained undiminished.

This is a ghost that can rival the Byodoin pirates! That nearly substantive spiritual suppression leaves him with no ability to slap back at all.

"Spirit, spirit..."

He whispered twice in his heart, and shirt you knew that this was the most unreasonable dimension in the Net King world.

To be unscientific, this can be regarded as stepping into the realm of idealism.

"Ho, ho..."

Standing proudly on the line of serve, Oni Jujirou gasped lightly, and that terrifying ghost and god shadow appeared behind him.

His eyes were red and hot, and after seeing his shirt standing peacefully on the court, the corners of his mouth grinned upward.

Although Jung Yuu didn't catch his almost full blow just now, Jung Yuu seems to be able to resist evasion in some way, so that's enough.

Enough for him to continue the game.

Huh!

The palm of the hand throws the ball upwards vertically, and the ghost's footsteps lean forward.

"drink!"

Oni Jujiro roared in a low voice and waved his arm from behind.

boom!

A purple-black ghost and ghost came again with the bombardment of the tennis ball.

Shang Xian You only felt the sky in front of him dark, as if the blue sky had been rendered with a layer of purple.

Although there is no need to score a goal, it is still so shocking.

"I want to try this ball!"

The whole body's skin has become hot, and there is a crackling thunder from inside Yuu Yuu's body, and her light brown eyes seem to be stained with golden light.

"In this state... a thunderbolt flashes fast!"

tread!

A deep footprint was stamped on the ground under his feet, and the shirt Yuu's body was pressed down instantly, his right knee bends, and the racket was raised horizontally.

Wait for the moment when the shadow of ghosts and gods fell on his court.

Crackling!

The pale golden eyes on the shirt gradually turned into a blazing thunder light, and his body also protruded forward under the white light shrouded in an electric arc.

Boom!

It was like striking a drum in the heart, and a horrible muffled sound spread throughout the court. The two breaths of white and purple directly collided together.

In no time.

Click!

The crisp cracking sound made everyone's expressions stagnant.

Puff!

After the purple faint light slid past Shangshan You, it slammed heavily behind him, and a shattered shallow pit appeared on the wall under the iron net.

"Oni Jujiro leads, 30-15."

Seeing the racket broken into two pieces, the shirt was silent.

It was a collision of speed and power just now, but because of the lack of some things, his racket simply couldn't bear it.

Skills, sweet spot skills!

Topsong Yu's face changed slightly, and it was only a point that fell slightly, but it became his fatal loophole in this duel.

At this stage, Onijujiro's different-dimensional ghosts and gods are so incomprehensible to him.

...

Twenty-five minutes later.

"Ho!"

"BlackTomahawk!"

Oni Jujiro patted with both hands, his waist muscles tensed, and he twisted his body and waved his backhand forcefully.

boom!

A terrifying gloom blasted from the bottom corner of the shirt.

"Game, Oni Jujiro, 6-1."

"The game is over and Oni Jujiro won, with a total score of 2-0."

The referee took a frightened look at the stadium that had been destroyed to the Ultimate, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

The duel between the two in the second set was too intense, and there was not enough time to change sides to clean up the court.

But fortunately, this game is finally over!

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