Net King: God-level player

Net Wang: God-level player Chapter 172

"It's really old high school students."

Lin Pu Xuan in front of the Internet looked at the ghost ten times Lang satier.

"I think you still don't talk."

I went to the rush to watch him smile and said.

"Oh, district neon team."

Lin Pu Xuan is a smile.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Ghost Ten Town Lang stands in the bottom line to shoot tennis in hand, feel the power from tennis.

Then he directly throws the tennis in his hand.

"Drink!"

A burst of mouth in the mouth, tennis, made a flow of flow.

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94. The thrown team

Boom! Tennis squats on the ground, and suddenly let the entire ground fierce.

In the next second, the tennis bounced directly out of the bottom line.

Han Canmati, the bottom line was stunned, but he immediately responded.

Step by step, the ball is behind the tennis.

Hey! When the tennis fall into the racket, the horrible power is in an instant into his arm.

The powerful force directly flew his racket.

Tennis will fly out of the bottom line.

":!"

The referee announced a score.

""

Seeing this scene, the whole game, everyone is stunned.

"It's so powerful, that ... neon team players have such a strong force?"

"Yeah, it seems that the power can be compared with the destruction king."

"And the destruction of the king should not destroy the power of the king should be stronger than him."

"This can be said."

France's local audiences looked at the ghost ten times.

Fate French team 1 team member.

The Fate side of the destruction of the King is the strongest in the French tennis world in terms of strength.

Even in the 1 team, no one can be able to exist than the Waters.

But now, they saw that the ghost ten launches were suddenly stunned.

This horrible force allows the entire ground to tremble.

"No way"

Jin Zhilong said on the situation on the court.

Park Canmu also stunned: "How is the power of the other party?"

Everyone in the entire stick team is stunned.

The power of the ghost Ten Lang exceeded their imagination.

"impossible!!"

Lin Pu Xuan suddenly shouted.

"I just didn't say it? It is best not to talk."

I went to the river and looked at him faint.

"hateful!!"

Lin Pu Xuan looked at the roar of the river and did not cool, a look of teeth.

Especially those fans of those sticks, one is a little incredible to watch the court.

Han Canie's racket was turned out !! It is incredible! The game is still going on.

Ghost Ten Lang continued to serve.

The sound touched on the ground slowly sounded, and the atmosphere around suddenly became:

The Lin Pu Xuan has flowed out a cold sweat.

So Han Canie is also the same, holding awareness in his hand.

Hey! The ghost ten times will throw tennis again.

Hey! The ball is playing on tennis, and suddenly it is like a shell.

Hey! Amazing rotation takes a touch of porny smoke and then he is on the ground.

Han Canie can only look at the tennis on him.

":!"

The referee announced again.

Royal fox god squat smiled: "The game is already obvious."

When the lineup sent by the neon team, Yumu gods had already known that this game did not susperate.

Ghost Ten Tie Lang and the two-play combination of the river.

Even if it is the four strong teams, I have to feel tricky! "Neon team, score 1: 0!"