The power of the masked man's hand surprised Ke Huan a little, it was a power that did not belong to him at all, and ordinary people could not easily practice this kind of power. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ke Huan, who was pulling to the left and back, swung towards the oncoming table tennis ball, and the sound of hitting the ball, which was not inferior to that of the masked man, echoed in the venue.

The ping-pong ball that flew out with the naked eye turned into an orange-yellow rainbow, leaving an eye-catching picture in the air.

The masked man was stunned when he saw this Changhong, and he was also extremely surprised that Ke Huan was on a par with him. In his heart, he didn't have to think about it to know that there was a question echoing: "Why is his strength equal to mine...... Interesting. ”

The orange-yellow rainbow moved back and forth on the table without stopping for a long time.

Although there was no tension on the surface, he was looking at it with a quiet expression, but his heart was like a mess. Losing means losing everything. Winning means getting everything. Naturally, he would prefer to be the latter.

Ming Huai, who was diametrically opposed to him, was smiling and talking with the people around him, and from time to time, there were compliments congratulating Ming Huai on becoming the chairman, and everyone could hear them.

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Ke Huan and the masked man don't stop fighting, and they don't give their opponents any chance. If you make me breathless, then I will beat you out of breath.

Changhong is becoming more and more eye-catching, and the interval between the slapping sounds is getting smaller and smaller. But still no one scored a point, and the two striking zeros stubbornly stalemate with each other. They are like two children, each of whom has to fight with the other, and neither of them obeys the other.

The speed of the table tennis ball is getting faster and faster, and the concentration of the masked man and Ke Huan is also increasing dramatically. Because only in this way can they catch the high-speed ping pong ball, so that the ping pong ball becomes slow down in their eyes to catch it.

The pace of the two of them became faster, their figures became blurred, and the racket in their hands was even faster, so that they could barely see the original appearance and disappeared.

Ke Huan had a feeling of meeting an opponent in chess, and his desire to win was unprecedentedly strong. Not only him, but even the masked man felt this way.

"It's been a long time since I've had an opponent like this. The corners of the masked man's mouth behind the mask were slightly raised, and his eyes showed exactly the same but different emotions as joy.

That mood is fanaticism, the fanaticism of an opponent for a long time. Suddenly, a thick black mist erupted around the masked man, completely hiding himself.

A pair of bright spots that shimmered with scarlet light bloomed, and they were particularly dazzling against the background of this black mist.

Ke Huan's whole body, whose eyes met the bright spots of this pair of scarlet light, trembled, and great pressure filled Ke Huan's whole body. The smell of blood was so pungent in the air, and Ke Huan, who had inhaled the smell of blood, even experienced a wave of dizziness, and a psychedelic feeling appeared in front of his eyes.

This made Ke Huan suddenly think back to what he experienced in the hospital last night, and an indescribable discomfort was constantly swimming in Ke Huan's heart, in Ke Huan's mind, and in Ke Huan's whole body.

"I'm fighting with you!" Ke Huan was extremely angry by this feeling, and slapped it away with all his strength.

The orange-yellow rainbow was like a bolt of lightning, hitting the black mist.

The ping-pong ball entered the black fog and gradually disappeared, and it was not played for a long time, let alone the sound of landing. The ping pong ball is like entering another space and disappearing into this space.

"What's going on?" was still triumphant on the sidelines, and saw the situation on the field with a shocked expression on his face.

Several people around Minghuai were also stunned, because they didn't know what was going on.

The anxiety in Yanda's heart eased a lot, after all, it was the masked man who was in trouble, not Ke Huan. If you want to lose, you will also lose the masked man.

At this time, a person next to Minghuai said timidly: "It can't be that this ball is lost." ”

This sentence directly made Ming Huai's anger reach its peak, and he glared at the speaker viciously with angry eyes.

The man was seen by Ming Huai like this, and the whole person trembled three times, and hurriedly lowered his head. At this time, he hated his mouth so much, if there was a crack in the ground, he would definitely get into it.

Ming Huai glared at the black mist, his whole face almost squeezed together.

The blood light in the black mist flashed like an explosion in an instant, and the thick black mist was like waves and rivers surging up. A green glow lit up from the inside of the black mist, and this light was so dazzling under the support of the black mist.

Just listen to a series of sonic booms set off wind circles, and the emerald green ping-pong ball shone brightly and rushed out of the black fog.

The green light filled Ke Huan's eyes, as if it was about to impact the inside of Ke Huan's body, and to deal a fatal blow to Ke Huan from the inside.

At this moment, the gray-black light drove all the green light out of Ke Huan's eyes, and the gray light swallowed up all the green light.

The dead gray light completely replaced the cold green light, and the green light wrapped in the table tennis ball also shattered, revealing his original appearance.

A pair of huge grounded black wings spread out behind Ke Huan, at least about three or four meters in size. A black robe with a few silver streaks stretched out like a swimming dragon, very dazzling, and the dim dead light floated on its body.

The pupils of his eyes changed to gray Ke Huan looked hopelessly at the table tennis ball in the air that stopped for some reason, and the table tennis ball in the air slowly floated towards him by Ke Huan, and finally stopped ten centimeters in front of Ke Huan's chest.

This position is the best position to hit the ball, no matter what kind of ball you want to play.

The scarlet bloody eyes in the black mist stared at Ke Huan, as if he didn't know what it was. This confusion was soon dominated by another emotion: shock.

At this moment, the breath of Ke Huan's whole body made him feel the coldness of death, without desire, without desire, without hope. This is probably something that only the dead can do.

And the people who were watching from the sidelines seemed to have come to the Nai He Bridge at this moment, and Meng Po was waving to them with a bowl of soup.

Whether it was Minghuai, Yanda or the others who were watching the game, they were all frightened by this scene. Everyone hurriedly shook their heads to resist Meng Po's bowl of soup.

Ke Huan pulled the hand holding the racket back as far as possible, and the racket, which was originally red and black, was also eroded into gray-black by the gray light.

The gray-black racket slashed down at great speed, and it stopped before I could see its movement.

The ping-pong ball, which stayed in mid-air, flew out and only heard the sound of hitting the ball when it crossed the net, so you can imagine how fast it was.

In the process of flying the ping pong ball, the ping pong ball was also completely eroded to gray-black, and the aura of death became more and more intense on it.