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"Your ultimate? Then I'm really going to wait and see.,I hope you don't disappoint me with this goal.。。 Gu Yang regained his calm expression and said with a smile.

The Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Sacrifice Department responded with a smile: "Then you have to look at it, this is its first appearance, you are very honored!" ”

Table tennis!

The holy son of the taboo department took the shot, and the ping-pong ball thrown in his hand was knocked out, drawing a falling arc in the air, bounced up from the first landing point, rushed over the net, and then ran to the second landing point.

Gu Yang maintained a vigilant look, and while moving his steps, he stretched out his arms and swung the racket, ready to hit the ball.

"Is the ultimate coming?" When the ball was hit, Gu Yang's vigilance rose to the highest, and his mental state was adjusted to the extreme at this moment.

At the same time, Gu Yang is eager to try, challenging the strong and challenging the unknown is his favorite thing.

The Holy Son of the Jealousy Department looked at Gu Yang with a stern look, and said with a smile: "Why are you so nervous, aren't you very powerful?" ”

Gu Yang immediately responded: "Kill chickens with a knife, not to mention that you are still a perverted bastard **********!" "The Holy Son of the Ministry of Jealousy, this republic, he naturally understands the sarcasm in Gu Yang's sentence.

Who would have thought that the two big names in the world table tennis today would actually talk about it in the game, which is also an interesting landscape.

Shout!

When the incoming ball arrived at the center line of his table, the eyes of the Seiko of the Kibe narrowed slightly, and he immediately locked the trajectory of the table tennis ball.

At this moment, the Holy Monarch of the Holy Son of the Jealousy Department suddenly rose to a terrifying situation, and the surrounding air was filled with a depressing aura.

Table tennis!

The racket of the Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Sacrifice Department made contact with the table tennis ball, and the table tennis ball was struck out, like a bolt of lightning, and rushed towards the bottom line of Gu Yang's table.

Gu Yang immediately judged that the cricket ball played by the Holy Son of the Jibu looked like an ordinary topspin ball on the far platform.

But this ball is the so-called "big move" of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department, and Gu Yang naturally will not underestimate it.

But until the moment when the racket made contact with the table tennis ball, Gu Yang did not notice the mystery in this ball.

"Trick me?" Gu Yang finally came to such a conclusion, and at this moment he waved his racket to separate from the ping pong ball, and sprinted out like an arrow from a string.

As if the holy son of the Jibu had succeeded in his plan, he showed an incomprehensible smile: "Why are you so nervous, I didn't say that this ball is ......"

"Fack!" Gu Yang burst into a foul mouth, and then he remembered that the Holy Son of the Jibu liked to play psychological warfare the most, and he would forget about this stubble.

At this time, the return ball of the Holy Son of the Taboo Department had already struck again, Gu Yang locked the trajectory of the incoming ball, and naturally swung a shot.

"What the hell?"

The next moment of swinging, Gu Yang shouted that it was not good, and the "big move" of the Holy Son of the Ministry of Jealousy came.

How to describe this ball of the Holy Son of the Taboobe?

Slippery and slippery, as if a layer of lubricating oil was applied to the surface of the table tennis ball, the moment the incoming ball came into contact with the racket, Gu Yang knew that it was impossible for his racket to wrap the ball.

Ping, the ping-pong ball flew to the side, like a ghost walking in the night, in Gu Yang's eyes, it was an afterimage, and he couldn't catch the traces of the ball at all.

"2:5, the Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Forbidden Department wins!" The referee once again brushed his presence, and his voice shouted with extreme effort.

The referee's voice fell on Gu Yang's ears, and suddenly there was a bit of a harsh feeling.

At this moment, a sense of crisis arose in Gu Yang's heart for no reason, which was a feeling that suddenly appeared in his heart after seeing the scoreboard.

"After all, the Holy Son of the Taboo Department is still the first person in the world table tennis today, and I think I have grown strong enough, and I have overswelled it." Gu Yang came to his senses in an instant.

"Hehe, I'm still underestimating you." Gu Yang grinned, at this moment, his mind was clear, and some things were figured out.

Gu Yang stood up in front of the table, his momentum rose again, and his eyes stared at the Holy Son of the Jibu with burning eyes.

The Holy Son of the Jibu Department was a little surprised, he thought that his attack would be able to hit Gu Yang's morale more or less, but now it seems that Gu Yang's eyes are extremely clear, and he does not look like he has been hit at all.

The Holy Son of the Jealousy Department smiled: "This will be more interesting, if you are easily hit, then I will think too highly of you." ”

"You've been waiting for me for a long time, and I'm looking forward to this fight more than you. You all think that I have reached the height of the old gentleman of the Republic, but I know for myself that I am still a thin line away from that old gentleman......" The Holy Son of the Forbidden Department whispered in his heart.

"That's why I'm looking forward to this fight, that's why I'm going to keep indulging you and growing up to a height close to me or even on par with me. The stronger you are, the more qualified you are to be my whetstone! The Holy Son of the Sacred Son of the Forbidden Department raised the corners of his mouth, and his exposed teeth were exceptionally white and shiny.

"After this battle, the world table tennis will usher in the era of the true rule of the Holy Monarch, and the next time will be the era when the Holy Son of my Ministry of Jealousy will completely rule the world table tennis world."

Table tennis!

As the crisp hitting sound of the Holy Son of the Jibu sounded, the momentum of Gu Yang and the Holy Son of the Jibu both reached their peak at the same time.

In a sense, the decisive battle between the Young Emperor and the Holy Monarch really began.

"Nima, what's going on? How do I feel like the atmosphere on the pitch is getting more intense? Do those two perverted guys have any energy left? ”

Fan Ying looked at the picture on the TV, and said with envy.

At 3:5, Gu Yang made a series of bursting arc balls, followed by a board near the table to cut the ball, successfully breaking through the defense line of the Holy Son of the Jibu and regaining a point.

"3:5, Gu Yang wins." The referee's voice was excited, it seemed that the frequency of the two games had accelerated, and his sense of presence was finally going to increase?

It wasn't just the referee who noticed the change in the two on the field, in fact, most of the spectators who were watching the game felt that the pace of the two had increased.

Of course, this is not to say that the two of them deliberately slowed down the pace of the previous game.

In fact, the pace of the previous game between the two was quite fast, and it can be said that the peak battle between ordinary professional players was not as fast as the match between Gu Yang and Jibu Shengzi just now.

Now there is only one reason why Gu Yang and the Holy Son of the Jibu are speeding up, and in the battle between the two just now, the two of them have not used all their strength.

So now the two of them are using their full strength, no one knows, it can only be said that these two players are worthy of the title of pervert.

All the players in the rest area of the Republic are aware of this problem, and their expressions are colorful and colorful.

Wang Junwen grimaced his face and sighed faintly: "Gu Yang, this guy, can't I catch up with him?" ”

Li Ning was still smiling, but his smile was much lighter than usual, he didn't speak, but the solemnity of his eyebrows was faintly revealed, which explained what he was thinking......