"Take it, S-shaped curveball!"

After the two of them regained their distance, the first ball that flew towards Youmeng was a spinning ball with an extremely complicated flight trajectory. It arced twice in the air, eventually aiming at Youmeng's nose. In the face of this unpredictable ball, Youmeng's countermeasures are......

"Too slow!"

She held the scabbard in front of her, and with a slight deflection the tennis ball grazed the surface of the scabbard, refracting like sunlight through a mirror. With only a millimeter of deflection, it finally lost its alignment and brushed the ends of Youmeng's hair.

With a high degree of concentration, a trace of undisturbed breathing, tense muscles, and most importantly, a calm heart in the face of danger, Youmeng's state at this time has been raised to the top. For her, this game is no longer a game, it is a battle, a practice, and a gladiatorial arena of victory and defeat.

Since it is a battle, then it is necessary to win.

"Next ball, refracted ball!"

Nalan raised her arm and threw the next tennis ball diagonally upward. As soon as the ball came out of his hand, it flew violently towards the ceiling, and he didn't aim at the target at the beginning, as if he had deliberately thrown it crookedly. But when it hit the ceiling, it bounced back, and it fell straight to the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the Demon Dream.

"Please don't give out the name of the move in advance, Lord Nalan. ”

Youmeng said, turning to one side slightly, the tennis ball grazed her clothes, smashed to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled away.

"It's going to make this competition easier. She said.

"Eh, do you think so?" Nalan twilight blinked and looked at her with a slight smile, "Don't you think it's handsome to play like this......?" In other words...... The feeling of tennis-themed youth idol hot-blooded suspense comics. ”

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Youmu shook her head expressionlessly, "Can you continue?"

To be honest, there seem to be very few people in Gensokky who can correctly understand Nalan Twilight's cold jokes. The so-called "one-person embarrassing terrier" is like this.

"Of course you can, look at the move!"

Nalan Yu took out two tennis balls from the basket, one in each hand, and then put on a rather exaggerated posture, he thought that Chinese kung fu was actually not, and he was stupid to the point of being at home, and shouted:

"Ssangyong goes to sea!"

"Hey!"

"Three-legged!"

"I see it clearly!"

"Embattled!"

"Hah!"

"Five sons Dengke!"

"Where?"

Using this series of gorgeous but extremely unreliable tricks, Nalan Yu looked down and realized that there were only seven balls left in the bamboo basket. As soon as he looked up again, he saw that under Youmeng's feet, there were tennis balls that had been knocked down or dodged by her.

"Also...... Anything else?"

Although she was a little out of breath, her face was ruddy, and her posture of raising her sword was not chaotic at all. It's Nalan Yu at this end, who is a little forced into an embarrassment, yes, forced into an embarrassment by his own series of commotion operations.

"Of course there is!" Nalan smiled, bent down again, and put his hands into the bamboo basket. This time, he took out six balls and grabbed three in one hand. His small hands were pure scholarly hands, looking like women's hands, white and clean, and not too big, and it was a bit reluctant to catch three tennis balls at the same time.

"Genre, the East is undefeated!"

Nalan Yu had been thinking about this sentence for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, his whole body was burning, and there seemed to be a golden light on his body...... Actually, no, the soul demon dream standing across from him was still wondering, thinking what kind of energy this vampire was doing there alone.

"Is it some kind of special martial art?" Youmeng tilted her neck to look at him, suspicious in her heart, although she didn't see any rules in it. On the surface, that guy really just grabbed a few balls and shouted slogans.

Actually, that's it......

"The Wind of Kings, a new series, the sky is broken, the sky in the east is burning like blood!

After reading the line that gave people the feeling of "are you going to transform into a Gundam?", Nalan finally made a move. With a wave of his hands, six balls, from six angles and six directions, along six curves, flew together. There is only one goal.

Youmeng looked at the six tennis balls that flew towards him, motionless. Under her highly tense spirit, they were as slow as a frame-by-frame slideshow. That doesn't mean she'll be able to keep up with them, though, and in fact, she's no faster than slow-motion animations herself.

However, she saw it clearly.

If you see it clearly, you can cut it.

"My heart is like a mirror to stop the water......"

Demon Meng's hand touched the hilt of the Bailou sword behind her back, and at this moment, the time left for her may not even be a tenth of a second. The proof is that the wind from the high-speed tennis balls has blown her hair up.

This amount of time is more than enough for her.

"Secret Sword: Returning the Fallen Cherry Blossoms!"

The sword flashed and a hundred flowers folded.

Six whole tennis balls flew over, and all of them landed on the ground, all of which had been cut in half, a total of twelve pieces, all neatly cut in two. Youmu held the short knife in his backhand, maintaining a slashing posture, froze in place for a few seconds, then exhaled, stood up straight, rotated the hilt, and retracted it into the scabbard in a dashing manner.

This move, "Cherry Blossom Return", is a unique secret technique that the soul demon dream comprehended when he practiced the sword alone against the scattered cherry blossoms in the courtyard of the White Jade Building.

At first, it was just a whimsical idea. Wielding his sword and looking at the cherry blossom petals falling in the wind, Youmeng suddenly had such an idea: "Why don't you try to cut off these cherry blossoms as a practice?"

So she did that, and then failed, for no other reason, in one word, "more".

There were so many petals, so many that I couldn't see them clearly. Can the raindrops that fall from the sky be cut by a sword?

The answer you get is, "No", and her thoughts on this are:

"That's why I can't, so I have to work it. ”

From then on, she began to observe, began to study, to see with her eyes, to think with her heart. Sakura's chaotic path gradually became as clear as a circuit diagram in her eyes, and it was then that she finally discovered the crux of the problem.

It's a "line". At some point, many petals will gather in the same line, and if you connect the lines with a blade, you can solve them one at a time. There must be at least two points on a line, at most, there can be ten, hundred, countless points, as long as she can find a good enough opportunity, this knife down, there is no upper limit to the target she can hit.

She realized that what she needed to do was to keep looking for such a line, to find the moment when most of the enemy was above the line, and then in that instant, to slash the most perfect sword. To do this, she needs a strong body, precise sword skills, eagle-like eyes, and a sharp mind like a blade, all qualities that she does not yet have.

But she will keep improving.

Until one day, there is no complete cherry blossom petal on the ground of Bai Yulou, that is when she reaches the end of her life, and until then, she will continue to work hard.

Hawkers, although the current demon dream is not mature, but these only six tennis balls, no matter how beautiful they fly, the difficulty of stringing them together is always less than cutting off the countless petals.

"Is there no ball?"

Youmeng held the scabbard of Lou Guan's sword and stood straight. She saw that Nalan was stunned for a long time without moving, so she asked calmly.

"Hmm, yes, of course!"

Nalan Yu realized his gaffe, immediately adjusted his posture, and said lightly:

"Unfortunately, there's only one ball left. ”

As he spoke, he took out the only remaining tennis ball from the basket and threw it a few times between his hands, with a slight regret in his expression.

"Come on, then," Yumu raised her scabbard again, "I'm ready." ”

"Then I'll .... Come on!"

Nalan Twilight smiled rather slyly, he had disappeared from where he was before Youmu could notice that something was wrong.

The black figure suddenly covered Yume's vision, and a furry touch came from her forehead. After being stunned for a while, Youmeng realized that it was Nalan Twilight, who was standing in front of her, and the tennis ball she was holding in her hand was against her head.

"Assassination score!" Nalan shook his hand and shouted proudly, "Winner, Nalan Twilight!"

"You're playing tricks, Lord Nalan Twilight......"

Seeing his excitement like winning the World Cup, Youmeng didn't want to pour cold water on his head, but she always felt that it was not a taste in her heart.

It's not that it's unwillingly unwilling to lose inexplicably, but it's ...... It always feels like a thousand-year-old vampire playing with a teenage girl, but the other way around......

"It's not a trick, Demon Dream!" Nalan said with a hippie smile, "Even if you win, let's talk about it, right?"

"Yes........ Does that mean?"

Youmeng smiled helplessly, she always felt that everything would follow his temperament at this time. Vampires or something, they are all lords who can't grow up in a thousand years.

In a sense, she really envied him, a young man of his life......

"Eh, Brother Nalan, what are you guys playing?"

At this time, the voice of a rather immature girl broke into the ears of the two. As soon as Youmeng turned around, he saw the second Miss Scarlet, who was as cute as a kitten and was not well-behaved at all. At this time, she was wearing a set of pajamas, with a pair of big curious eyes, and she was running towards this side.

"Ah, it's too bad......" Nalan Hao showed a slightly sad face and muttered in a low voice, "Second sister woke up......"

"What are you guys playing, can you take me one?"

Fran was getting closer and closer, and the closer she looked, the happier she became, but Nalan Hao's brows were getting tighter and tighter. He wriggled and twisted there for a while, and suddenly said to Youmeng:

"What's that, Demon Dream, you play with her for a while, the hen I raised gave birth to chicks, I have to go and see, that's all, bye!"

"Eh, wait a minute, Lord Nalan! I have something to ......."

"There's no hurry, I'll talk about it later. I'm here to deliver the hens, I'm in a hurry, and I slipped away!"

"Snapped", it was still very his style and disappeared in place, this time it added a bit of funny color. Youmeng looked at the empty corridor in front of him, helpless, and had nothing to say.

Of course, for her now, it is not a problem at all for Nalan Twilight to run away.

"Let's play, sister, let's play tennis!"

Behind her, the demon sister who was smiling and looking up at her with a smile on the corner of her shirt holding a badly deformed tennis ball in one hand and grabbing the corner of her clothes with the other was the real problem.