The Prince of Tennis Super God System

Court.

Grid, the more, Nanxir, a tennis, a tennis, a jewel, and the smile on his face is getting more and more interested in loving the night.

"Teenagers who created a miracle? Interest!"

"Hey ~ ▉, are you the report?" The night-catching well rushed on the slogan.

"Oh ... 15-0!" The well was finally reacted, announced a score.

"Next, I have to be faster! On the well, you are optimistic!" The night is once again throwing the ball in the air.

I don't wait for tennis to fly to the highest point, the night grows straight up, and the silver racket is taken down!

! The same location, the same laugh, the tennis bounces, just fly from the lightning of the hole!

30-0!

The closing the south of the south, but it was a step, but the expression gradually sink.

"This little ghost is still rising?"

! 40-0!

The servant of the night long is still speeding up at 300km / h.

"Even the Samurai Nanxiao has no way to pick up this ball speed tennis, and the long wind is too enchanting!" Chrysanthemum screamed.

"This is impossible!" Well.

Also, the idol of the well is the warrover, the more you have, and there is a south. In the era of the well-defined student, the closing the Nanxiro in the world's Grand Slam Open, all the way six more than zero, including all the experts in the world, including the world.

At that time, the wells were regarded as idols, and he became the influence of the Sports tennis reporter was the influence of the front of the Nanxila.

In the well, the more, Nanxiao should be invincible, no one is his opponent.

But now, in the heart of the invincible, Nanxiao, who can't pick up the serve of the night, which makes it difficult to believe in the well.

Although he seems that the night is also a genius for a hundred years, after all, the night is also the first grade of the country, still growing, and how can it be said to be the strongest of the world, the opponent!

"On the well, what is your expression so exaggerated?" The more you laughed, "I have just started with this boy!"

! Night wind again issued a ball!

"Teenagers, I have to be serious!" The closing the south of the South suddenly shouted the wooden racket in his hand.

boom! After a huge sound ...

339 chapter, the real god

Watching everyone stunned with tennis that constantly rotating in the air after the night length of the wind, a very shallow trace of night long!

"Is it come back?" The tail Zui Bar has grown up.

Night wind, double eyes, golden light, one lap under the feet continuously fluctuated to spread the entire course!

It is the field of wind!

The huge gravitation of tennis was fixed under the air of the vortex, and then traged back and flew to the night length.

Night, the wind is slight, and the right hand naturally cut down!

It is a zero-type cutting ball!

! Tennis will be flying over the ball, the more the front of the south, the girrhere falls!

"Oh? This goal is very thought!" The more the south of the south of the south, the tennis who came to roll back, and the newly flying to the front of the front of the south.

!!

The two are standing in the same place, and the start will come to attack the tennis.

No matter where the tennis is hit, the last tennis will automatically fly back to the two.

The aperture under the feet of the two continuously, eventually colliding with each other in the middle of the court, stirring the wavy layer, blowing the people's clothes.

"The two are all domain skills, who is more stronger?" Big stone muffy.

"It should be the Samurai Nanxiao!" Jianzhi suddenly passed.

"Ni? Why?" Asked Chrysanthemum.

"You look at their feet!" Dry Treatment refers to the feet of the two.

The traces of a circle of footsteps under the foot of the night have a growing trend, and the closing the south of the sorrow is stable, and the traces of the feet are still in a small range.

The night is frowned, and although the closet of the Nansiela's field skills do not seem to have the momentum of the tennis God, but in fact his field skills are one of the largest pressure.

"This is the real God of God!" The night is can't help but sigh, the field of wind is weak, and the night grows even feels his strength is lost.

It is the direction that flows to the never, this is a long!

! Tennis suddenly leaving the control of the night-long wind wind, the heavy hit on the bottom line behind the night length!

15-40!

"Teenage! Your control is weakened!" The closer the south of the south.

"Ox!" Night live wind has never experienced this compression.

The previous field of the Dragon, the field of dragons, is simply a shit, and the power is not very powerful!

Since it is a field that can be called God, of course, the power is the strongest in the field skills!

As long as the full form of this field can be crushed all other field skills, and in the field of God, the user is invincible.

The power of the opponent will continue to flow to the user, and the user is getting stronger, and the opponent will become more weaker!

!!

The speed of the night, the speed of the soul, is still like lightning, but it is obvious!

"Teenagers, what happened to you? It is not just a good value for a good time. The more you don't know when Nanxiao is still in the mouth.

!! Night winds are all over the front of Nanxiro, and Nan Xi Lang himself is a leisurely smoking while saving wooden racket.

30-40!

40-40!