The Prince of Tennis Super God System

! Hundreds of tennis finally gathered to the deepest place in the right side of the true field.

"Little trick!" Zhenfei roared.

The body shaped avatar lightning, just like the avatar in front of the Internet!

Mountain: Don't move like a mountain!

! The true fields are like suddenly a transparent wall 31, and the ball of the night is straight back.

"It's good!" The night is drinking, and the figure is not moving.

! There is a giant vortex in the back of the night, and the tennis is sucking in the whirlpool.

It is the field of wind.

The tennis flew to the night before the night, and the night long-distance knees were slightly flexed, and the right hand was gently cut down.

! Tennis rubbed the front half of the game on the Internet.

It is a zero-type cutting ball!

"Ah! We have the king of the sea, there is no dead end!" The real field electricity moved to the net, hit the ball before the tennis drops!

Lin: It is like a forest!

The tennis in the true field seems to be still a normal, and the slow circle is rotated.

! Triada anti-hands force the ball!

Tennis rotate in the air, like a drill bit, usually fly out of a vacuum without rain!

It is a big BOSS, it is really difficult!

A circle of light at night is greater, or the field of wind.

! The tennis soul returned to the earth and flew to the lounge of the night.

"It seems that the real field does not crack the field of the long!" Not two.

"No! You see the feet of the long wind!" The handcuffs pointed at the ring of the night, "that the circle is constantly expanding, prove the strength of the long winds, weighing the wind, the real field wants to break from the front ! "

"Go to NM! Don't want to play with you!" The night is angry, putting out the posture of single-handed fluctuating ball, and the arm has risen than one-half.

"The twenty-fifty-fifty-fifth wave!"

! The rain under the loud feet is directly blocked to a few meters away, and it is a circle that is not played in the ground.

boom! The tennis who was hit by the night-long wind turned directly into a golden light column, and it seems to cut the rain in the world, and hit the real land.

"Ah!" Zhenfield roared, felt the tennis of the racquet.

The card sounded, the abrupt appeared in the court, is the grief of the trendy of the true field!

"Lihai is the king, I am the emperor of Yahai, Jun is in the world, how can it lose!" The real old arm has grown red, but he doesn't care!

Fire: invading is like fire!

This ball with the arrogant Ao of the true nano, and the responsibility of the name of the king, full of power, one is not ahead, the fire is full, it seems that every drop of rain is dyed into a fire, like a meteor shower, always hit the night.

Night wind does not avoid, welcome to the ball, and the fire is reddish in his cheek.

The night is full of red, but HUO is hot is his eyes, only with the master will have a victory.

boom! The night-catching arm has doubled twice as fast as it is.

"Not good, the long wind is hard to fight! Handcuffs!" It is not anxious in the eyes.

Handcuffs still didn't speak, but the palm of his hand fell out of hard absorption.

"The first hundred models of fluctuations!" As a ball!

Tennis turns into a golden ball, shining with golden light, and finally, like a drastic day, there is a rain, and even the air has a slap in the air.

"Ah!" There is a crazy meaning in the true field, and there is a road to playing in tennis.

boom! Trumpet is dead, holding a racket, wants to put this ball back to 270.

But the power of the first hundred models of fluctuations is too big, too big, and it is in the air with the true field and his racket.

In the half-air, the hands of the real field are stable, but his racket is not so robust!

Snapped! A crisp sound, the racket of the true nanocho is actually broken.

Ni! The real land is still looking at the racket in his hand, and the grip has been deeply embedded in his palm, and he sesames a hint of blood, and the other side of the racket is really quiet to lying on the court. More than 10 meters Far away.

15-0!

"What is the power? Can you make all the cracks in the wind?" Zhenfei lifted his head, staring at the night, since playing tennis, no one can give him so big The oppression, including the so-called national top master!

How does this angelica in this first grade? What is this feeling?

"Fear? No! The king can't be afraid!" The true fields roared.

114 chapter, the desire for victory

Yin: It is difficult to know if it's Yin!

The red and black in the true field! The whispering flame is burned, and the red flame is getting less and more, and there are more and more black flames.

The real field has fallen into the past memories.

three years ago.

Trumpet Strings and Haixun City have come to Lihai University.

"Realian, I hope we can dominate the country together!"

"Well! Haixun, work together!" The two teenagers' hands were tight.

In the past two years, Lihai Great Tennis Department is like a large country in the country, but in this year, the body of Haixun suddenly appeared.

Rihai University attached tennis.

"Hospital?" Zhenfang asked.

"what!"

"Is the situation really so bad?" Zhenfei asked urgently.