"It won't work. "www.biquge.info The power of the front-line striker has not diminished, but for Sanada, the first-line striker who has taken over once is no longer as difficult to deal with as before. The rhythm of "Lin" was adjusted, and the defense of "Mountain" was sacrificed, and he took over Fujifeng's second front-line striker more easily than last time.

Fuji Feng didn't say a word, his face was serious, and he looked at the incoming ball wrist again, and he actually played a first-line striker for the third time!

"That kid, it's dangerous." Brother Li in the box of the stands had already put down the Vajra Bodhi in his hand, replaced it with two walnuts in his hand, and the old god with a grinning face was pronouncing the verdict on the spot.

"Of course." Sun Boting listened, and continued with a flattering tone that he didn't even notice: "Sports are one door, each one is broad and profound, not to mention that he also practiced our most profound national skills, and he was distracted to play tennis, without such a talent as Brother Li, he can only draw tigers and not become anti-dogs after all." ”

"Clams?" Brother Li glanced at Sun Boting in surprise and said, "That one who wears a hat can also do national arts?" He seems to be a martial arts practitioner in his actions, but it seems to be the path of this kendo, right? If he knows how to play the game and can turn it into a tennis game, then he may have a chance to turn the game around. ”

Nima, you're also a person? Your primary school Chinese was taught by a driving school instructor? Sun Boting looked at Brother Li's stupid gaze and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, this time it was obviously the stinky boy named Teng Feng who fell up and down, why did he become Sanada again? If you want to suppress the cold door, you don't say your name, and the bad man slapped the horse's leg like a fool.

Sun Boting was very angry, but he seemed to be very afraid of Brother Li or something, so he didn't dare to say a word, turned around and sulked alone in his seat. However, although they were very optimistic about Fuji Feng's victory in the box, the actual situation on the field seemed to be that Fuji Feng was being forced into a desperate situation more and more.

"Looks like you're out of singing." Sanada faced the third front-line striker, stood in place for a long time and easily hit back, chuckling: "Qingxue's first-year ace, go to failure with despair!" Those who vainly attempt to challenge our Lihai Da and the country's three consecutive hegemony have only a dead end. ”

"It scares me so much!" Ignoring Sanada's threat and the situation on the field that was gradually turning against him, Fujimine continued to attack with a first-line striker ball by ball, only to be beaten back by Sanada more and more easily.

The first-line striker is a completely orthodox tennis style of play, and without the Tai Chi routine that tennis players are not suitable for, it is easier for a strong man like Sanada, whose strength is much higher than him, to adapt. And after completely diluting the role of tricks, the competition of pure strength naturally made Sanada easier and easier.

"It's time to fight back!" When Fuji Feng hit the first line for the fifth time, Liu's eyelids raised slightly, and said, "Sanada should have endured enough." ”

As if to confirm his words, Sanada really took the ball from Fujimine with the defense of "Mountain", and swung it out with a heavy shot, which was to recast the "fire". The combination of "volcano" made Sanada's attack like a volcano that suddenly exploded, erupting magma and debris in the sky, destroying the world.

"If you underestimate others on the field, you will suffer!" The erupting magma seems to have hit the sea, no matter how hot and violent the magma is, when it encounters the endless ocean, it can only die down and honestly accept the fate of extinguishing. Fuji Feng took two steps back, did not catch Sanada's ball, and when the ball hit the ground, it bounced high, and he also jumped up, holding the racket like a sword, and stabbed down the ball in mid-air.

"What!" Sanada watched the ball slowly falling from the sky like an embroidery needle buried in the turbulent undercurrent, and he couldn't take it back. In order to counterattack, he had already withdrawn the stability of the "forest" and replaced it with an invasion like fire, a volcano, and an unstoppable momentum. But once there is no guidance from "Lin", it is not enough to face the strange killing ball that is floating all over the field like the submarine needle, and when he wants to pick it up again, he will not be able to catch up.

"0 to 30!"

"He even has such a trick!" Nioh felt that his role today was to be slapped in the face again and again by his strength when he said it, and he just said that Fujimine was going to be finished, but he won another point.

"Sanada's chances of winning are still bigger." Liu also felt a little unbearable on his face, and said with some confidence: "He has been constantly using his special moves like this, and the consumption of energy and physical strength is several times more than that of ordinary shots. He suffered from drowsiness and was overdrawn and soon became unable to support himself. ”

Yes, from the beginning of the game to the present, it has taken a long time to score each goal, and nearly ten minutes have passed. Ten minutes is not a long time for Fuji Feng's maximum forty minutes of wakefulness, but if he keeps driving too much and his energy and physical strength will always be consumed several times or more, this will already be close to Fuji Feng's limit.

Sure enough, Sanada turned around and stood still, and once again put on an immobile posture, and Fujimine felt a little helpless. If you use the Tai Chi realm to consume him hard, in the end, he will definitely have narcolepsy and lose, but if he rushes to attack, the result of not being able to attack is that he can't hold on and loses faster.

Despite this, Fujimine was still unwilling to compromise, and in the face of Sanada's incoming ball, he once again played a front-line striker. It is true that his personality has become disinclined to fight with Tai Chi and narcolepsy, but Fujifeng, who has been stimulated to fight, is a qualified tennis player after all, and it is impossible to passively avoid fighting. He was aroused by Sun Boting's brain-dead and random actions just now, and now he has to go toe-to-toe with Sanada.

"Phew!"

"0 to 40!"

Fuji Feng once again relied on the unexpected style of Tai Chi to score a point, but he could barely hear the referee's score in his ears. "Again, I can't lose......" Fuji Feng's mind kept wanting to continue fighting, but in this case, he couldn't do it just by thinking about it, his body was still shaking gradually, and he was about to collapse.

"Want to continue your tai chi training for tennis?" Teng Feng's eyes suddenly appeared in front of him two hours ago Standing in front of him talking and laughing, the rough face showed a worried look, and said: "Your Tai Chi has been learned very well, speaking of which your attainments are considered to be on the top of the strength, although it is mixed with water, but each sport has its own independent realm, touch the class can be bypassed, but there is no way to count on mutual transformation." Otherwise, wouldn't a world champion win the championship in all sports? ”

"But the next road ...... me"

Teng Feng was interrupted by Zhang Heyang before he finished speaking: "Your way is tennis, nothing else." Our Xingyi Boxing was first called Xinyi Liuhe Boxing, although it imitated Xingyi, but it was as good as the mind. I want to ask where your path is, ask where your heart is! ”

(To be continued.) )