"Black Tomahawk!".

The ghost just wanted to turn around and hit a killer blow, but he saw the violent spin of the tennis ball when it flew in.

"No..."

"Is it a coincidence?".

Oni is not 100% sure that he will be able to hit a black tomahawk. Immediately, he glanced at Irie, a face full of smiles.

"It's not a coincidence. "

After taking a look, the ghost finally understood the strength of this opponent.

Very strong.

If you don't lift the 60% limit, you may not be able to do it better than the other party.

Immediately.

He lifted the restrictions, and the terrifying momentum surged out, unraveling the ghost of momentum, and the racket was aimed at the tennis ball and blasted out.

Boom!

The next moment, the wind howled, and the tennis ball burst towards the river.

He gently dodged it, and the tennis ball fell from behind him, kicking up a huge amount of dust.

The dust rolled slightly, and the tennis ball rolled back to Irie's feet.

“1-0!"

Although the ghost's momentum was still there, it was much calmer, and he glanced at Irie Zuoduo, his face full of surprise: "You seem... Leave room to spare. "

"Hmm..."

Irie nodded slightly.

"Oh, do you really want a draw?" the ghost thought about it, and then knew Irie's plan, and the corner of his mouth grinned: "If you can do it, just try it." "

Boom!

This time, he chose to serve first.

The tennis ball rolled out, as if breaking the waves on the sea, as if the calm sea suddenly set off waves, and the waves were rough.

It's not just power.

Speed is also a must!

Just listen to the sound of the knock, the tennis ball through the figure of the river.

He looked so thin.

However, it is such a thin figure, when he takes a step, he gives the ghost the illusion that he is comparable to a god with a mortal body.

Bang!

Irie hit the tennis ball with his racket and fell into the eyes of the ghost, his pupils contracted, and he judged rationally: "If you don't want to get hurt, stop it, that's not something you can fight back... Whew!".

Boom!

The ball word did not fall.

The demon's judgment was ruthlessly destroyed.

Shot back!

The moment he looked up at the figure, what the ghost saw was Irie, which contained a terrifying aura.

Turbulent like the sea.

It's potential!

Irie's state technique!

On him, there was a blue energy, forming a majestic momentum, surging and twisting.

"Is it above the whole country? Then you're welcome..."

The ghost grinned.

Bang.

The dust around him instantly swept out in all directions, and his figure turned into red lightning and drifted in front of the tennis ball.

Suddenly stopped.

He is absolutely still with the tennis ball moving forward at high speed. In an instant, he raised his arm and threw the tennis ball out.

Boom!!

The brutal, domineering power is poured into the tennis ball, and dust billows up everywhere it passes.

Poof!

The tennis ball pierces through the smoke and reaches the front of Irie.

However, his expression remained the same, the racket hit the tennis ball, and with a slight stillness, the tennis ball was flung out by him.

Looking at the tennis ball that fell in front of him, there was an unprecedented solemnity on his grimace.

Strong enemy!

"Again!".

The ghost raised his feet slightly, and the racket in his hand was suddenly withdrawn, and the tennis racket was violently thrown away.

Boom!

The next moment, the ghost stepped forward and continued to bombard the river, and the momentum turned into an aura, rushing in all directions.

Irie or slashed or cut to deal with the attack of ghosts.

One offense, one defense.

The ghost tried to devour Irie's momentum, but was blocked.

Because it's a one-goal battle.

Irie did not choose to fight hard with the other party, but hit both sides back and forth.

Lookout of obscurity flashed in the ghost's eyes.

Still, he seized the opportunity.

He jumped on the soles of his feet, the whole person 360 turned, hit the tennis ball with his backhand, put the other hand on it, and laughed: "You have good strength... It's a pity that you're not a Phoenix of Byodoin!".

If it's a Phoenix of Byodoin, the choice is to collide head-on.

Boom!

The words fell, and he struck a terrifying blow.

The black glow seemed to break through the entire stadium.

Irie understands that this is just an illusion, a kind of momentum shock.

"Black tomahawks, but that's it..."

Irie slowly raised the racket, his eyes condensed the black light that locked him, and the moment he landed, a terrifying energy spread out in circles.

Boom!

The tennis ball landed, and the blue momentum on his body skyrocketed again. The ghost's pores turned upside down in an instant, and he knew... Irie hides strength.

"What is this state? It actually has the effect of improving his physique..."

Bang!

But that's not something for a ghost to think about.

Because Irie has fought back.

Stomp on!!

The ghost appeared in the place where the tennis ball must pass, and suddenly looked up and found the space behind Irie.

"Black Chopping Axe!".

Bang!

It's different from the Black Tomahawk.

Like an axe thrown out, the chopping axe drew a parabola from mid-air, crossed the court, and smashed into the left side of the river.

Maybe it's not just the left side.

A glance at the river saw the subtlety of the ball.

Like threading a needle, it smashed on the bottom line, and it can be seen that the ghost's skills are not weak at all.

Then again, ghosts aren't just innate.

The battle between the original manga Gao Yi Oni and Byodoin has been described in detail.

He broke all the tricks of Byodoin with Ping A, and in addition to the perception of beasts, top-level technology is indispensable.

"But... It's a little tender. "

Buzz!!

The dust scattered, and the tennis balls that ejected from the bottom line seemed to hit the air wall, and returned to the side of the river little by little.

"Field !!

".

The ghost looked shocked.

The next moment, he assumed a defensive posture.

"Sealed!".

Irie raised his bandaged left hand, his five fingers spread, and with a buzzing sound, it seemed that a mysterious power emanated from it, filling the entire court.

"What..."

The ghost feels his body.

No, mentally to be exact, there was a momentary stagnation, and his eyes were in a trance.

Bang!

By the time he came to his senses, the tennis ball had already hit the bottom line.

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