"Bang!"

"Smack!"

The trace department is constantly looking for the weakness of Fuji Feng, but it is a pity that he is only a strong man at the realm level, and he is not more intrinsically than Teng Feng, and it is impossible to find the weakness from the mysterious realm of Taijiquan that has been inherited for hundreds of years, even if he is the "Ice Emperor", the ending can only be the same. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's interesting to be guarded." Although his vision to see through the weaknesses of his opponent did not work this time, how strong is the psychological quality of the traces? Without the slightest fluctuation in his heart, he jumped up with his body, and swung his backhand with both hands again, and hit back at Fuji Feng's ball with a vertical jump with his center of gravity. His gaze coldly turned to an iceberg, but there seemed to be a raging flame rising under the ice: "If the skill is not enough to find the dead end, then how about using strong force to attack it head-on!" ”

"Hey!"

Of course, it's useless, not to mention that Tai Chi is originally good at borrowing power to transform the power of advanced learning, even the muscle strength of Fuji Feng itself, and it is completely able to catch the vigorous return of the trace. "Move and block" was blocked horizontally, which made the idea of the trace department fall through again.

"What kind of play is this little ghost?" At this time, even the underworld, who had just cut his hair short and returned to the Ice Emperor Varsity team in a training method that was almost abusive to himself, couldn't keep a low profile, and shouted as he watched Teng Feng's move. You must know that what he trains hard is to be able to start quickly, chase the ball in advance with an instinctive arcane guidance, and be able to turn the force on the ball into a volley.

It was with this that he stepped into the realm, and now he was so proud that even the traces of the department surprised the trick, before he had time to exhibit, he was beaten by Fuji Feng's cloud hand and the moving block, so he couldn't help but be shocked.

"yes, volley!" Rao is the mentality of the trace, and the useless work again and again also made his heart shake a little, is my eyesight really so reliable? And what is the strength of the person opposite? I obviously feel that his strength is far worse than mine, but his defenses that cannot be broken in any way, what is this......

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, and his heart was ruthless, and as soon as he raised his footsteps, he was about to use his trick to kill the ball, and move towards the waltz of destruction. Although the flashy moves of the trace are all disguises of his true strength, the real tricks can be both gorgeous and practical, such as the Ice World, such as this move, his rare trick, and the waltz that is towards destruction.

"Smack!"

The strength of the trace department is too much higher than that of Fuji Feng, and he has the heart to exert a strong spin on the ball, so even if Fuji Feng Taiji's playing style is exquisite, it is impossible to completely offset the gap in absolute strength, and the trajectory of the return ball will still follow the mind of the trace department.

Fuji Feng hit a backspin ball backhand, but when the racket touched the ball, he frowned, "This ball is not good." Xing, who knew Fuji Feng best, looked at the expression on his face and knew that the strength of the trace department was far beyond their imagination, and for his ball, Fuji Feng couldn't deal with it at all.

Sure enough, Fuji Feng swung it out, and the ball did not appear in a mysterious spin, and he couldn't even lower the angle, and it bounced high, almost not much worse than the height of the high lob ball that was deliberately hit, and this height, for the height of the trace bounce, is the most suitable height for killing the ball.

"Try this!" The trace was slammed in the air, and a kill shot came at Fujifeng's right wrist.

"Towards the shattered waltz, I didn't expect that the vine peak of Qingxue actually forced out the trick of the trace department." In the intramural practice match, Shinobu Zu, who was the only one qualified to teach the trick of the trace department, couldn't help but stand up suddenly, leaned forward, and grabbed the guardrail with both hands, as if he couldn't help but go to the court, which showed how surprised Fuji Feng was for him.

"He is also proud to be defeated by the Trace Department." Although the rest of the Ice Emperor had not directly comprehended the waltz of the Trace Division's move towards destruction, they could see it many times, and they were also extremely aware of the power of this move.

In the minds of the Ice Emperor, they still don't remember any time when they used this trick and didn't win, and they sneered at the corner of their mouths: "Maybe the defeat is a little miserable, but this is the end of provoking our Ice Emperor!" ”

"Huh," Hades' voice didn't fall, but a sneer from the audience came out clearly, "Are you dreaming? See clearly, it's still daylight! Then he saw that Fujifeng's wrist easily drew a circle, and the racket was sideways on the path of the ball, and then turned around and drew his arm, and the force of the trace part hit the front to catch the ball and the killing ball of the racket was steadily caught by him like a balloon, and then flew towards the trace like a hammer smashed from the sky.

"This ...... How is this possible? The hand that was gripping the railing of the stands suddenly tightened, and the joints were a little white because of the force. He didn't know much about the power of this move, and he would never have imagined that someone could move at such a close distance, and still be able to take the ball without pressure, and be able to fight back with more force.

"If you think that the first-grade ace of our youth school only has this kind of strength, then you are very wrong!" Momojo is a joke, the interest is up, no one can pull it, and he shouts at the field, not noticing that Echizen's face next to him is as black as the bottom of the pot. Echizen has always thought that he is the ace of the first grade of Qingxue.

The waltz towards disillusionment is strong, and that's good, but at the end of the day, it's a trick to hit the body. Even Fuji Feng clearly knows the direction of the trace to hit, so it is more in line with the idea of "blocking". As long as he saw the trace use this trick, he didn't have to think about it, it was enough to put the racket across the original wrist position, he was able to resist the movement of the fluctuating ball, and he didn't care about the strength of the trace at all, and hit the ball back with a flick of his hand.

"Damn, is this guy the strongest place all over his body?" The ball didn't continue to bounce high, even if the waltz of the trace was broken, he gritted his teeth, turned around on the spot, forcibly rescued the ball that had flown behind him, and accurately hit a large empty field on the left side of Fuji Feng's body. After all, his strength is still much stronger than Fuji Feng, and even in this situation, the ball control is still accurate.

"Jibu, it doesn't look like your face is very good, huh?" Fuji Feng is happy, Tai Chi in the ancient philosophy of Zhongguo has the meaning of representing the universe of heaven and earth, his style of play can be ever-changing, as long as the other party is not completely adapted to his style of play, let alone the trace department, even if it is Nanjiro, he will feel a little uncomfortable. Therefore, although the strength of the trace department is much higher than that of Tengfeng, it is actually pressed down and helpless.