"game, eleven. Shaw! 1:0”

"Game, Ivanov! 2:2”

On the field, only the sound of fierce hitting kept coming. People were also nervously watching, some people deliberately pursued any detail of the game, so their bodies trembled, their foreheads secreted fine sweat, and their bodies were a little shaky.

This is a person who is obsessed with tennis to a certain extent.

Just like game fans, in order to wait for the expansion of the game, you can stay up until the early hours of the morning. Just like those ruthless people on Double 11 and 12, in order to snap up the purchase as soon as possible, you can set seven or eight alarm clocks in a row. This game may be the most exciting of this tournament, how can they calm down?

Shiraishi watched the game quietly. The two people on the field, the vertical angle of their arms when swinging the racket, and the strength of their feet when moving, there is nothing to pick. In his heart, he had already affirmed the strength of these two people.

Three turns, no mistakes!

At this time, the increasingly fierce competition finally changed. Seeing that after Xiao Shiyi chased after the tennis ball, his feet sank suddenly, and at the same time, an aura erupted from him.

It is full of greenery, green bamboo shoots, and the soil after the rain exudes a light fragrance. In the forest, there are scattered bamboo leaves, like snow without roots, and the dots are like autumn dusk.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and in the illusory other dimension, a bamboo leaf fluttering like a snowflake split in half without warning. Each piece is like an open sword, with a faint sword intent attached, and as thin as the fiber, the two bamboo leaf swords can't find the slightest difference.

trample

At this moment, a figure in a cloak stepped out. Hazy, I can't see his face clearly, and his eyes are like the cold wind of Sanjiu going straight into people's hearts. And on his waist, a three-foot Qingfeng sword intent has not disappeared.

Suddenly, the figure raised its eyes and looked straight ahead, where a tennis ball as hot as fire shot out.

The flames are hot like magma. Almost blew away the hazy fog of the clothed swordsman. At this moment, the swordsman's right thumb touched the mouth of the scabbard.

Click

The sound of frozen everything clearly reached the ears of every audience. Even those ordinary people who couldn't see clearly what was in the smoke and dust had a cold neck, and subconsciously shrank their bodies, as if they had stepped into the Ice Age.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded again, and Xiao Shiyi finished swinging at the same time.

Shout!

There was no sound of the ball, but the tennis ball shot at Ivanov's side with a chilling speed. At this moment, the players who forcibly watched Xiao Shiyi's attack from another dimension were all cold penetrating the skull from the soles of their feet. After being surprised, the air flow exhaled from his mouth went down even more strangely.

Looking at the tennis ball that shot like a sword, Ivanov took a deep breath, and a fiery battle intent appeared in his eyes. The powerful aura was discharged, blowing his clothes trembling. At the same time, a black mist spread out from behind him, and in the process, a crimson arc of electricity tumbled, and a creepy momentum seeped out.

"Roar!"

In the black mist, a pair of red eyes flashed, and then a huge claw like fire poked out of it.

Bang!

The red arc exploded, revealing a huge lion with majestic red eyes. The lion's mane rolls like a sea of fire, and its back is like an ancient mountain range, lying horizontally, and its eyes are like fire looking straight at the sky. There, a figure in a cloak loomed.

And all these changes were just instantaneous, but the terrifying momentum shocked the scalps of the surrounding players. They are just the beginning of the game, and how can the battle of the three turns be so easy to see?

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Ivanov stomped hard with his right foot, stomping into the turf floor, bringing out a few wrinkles. And when the tennis ball that exuded a stinging face reached him, the right hand that had been holding it up violently swung out with a racket.

Bang!

One blow, like a volcanic eruption, scattered all the fierce aura around the tennis ball. There are only a few tenacious strips left, revealing a palpitating chill. Ivanov's eyes widened, and his right arm slammed into the racket with a momentum.

With a hula, the momentum of tennis finally changed, and the temperament turned back like fire.

And the grass that was torn apart by Xiao Shiyi's attack before was scorched black again at this time. A gust of wind blew, and the remaining grass clippings could no longer support it, and drifted with the wind to the clear blue sky.

"Huh"

On the other side, Xiao Shiyi chuckled lightly, and his steps followed. At the same time, the racket in his hand was raised, and he was ready to gather momentum. And behind him, the clothed swordsman also pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng on his waist. Light as water, strong as gold, the blue sword body shook slightly.

Suddenly, the sword roared, making the tennis momentum of the other half of the court plummet.

And at this moment, the racket in Xiao Shiyi's hand suddenly struck out, crossing a strange trajectory in mid-air. With the edge of the racket, hit the tennis ball with a bang.

Rumble!

The ground shook again, the turf sagged, and the smoke and dust rose into the sky like wolf smoke. Countless flames with Ivanov's explosive breath filtered through the cracks of Xiao Shiyi's racket and shot towards the iron net like streamers.

Bang bang bang!

The spectators standing not far from the net only felt a hot air flow coming from the surface. All of them changed their faces and scattered.

After holding each other for a few breaths, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Shiyi's mouth. With a flick of the wrist, the original cold tennis temperament was attached to the deep and dull color. The ball body trembled violently, and all the aura belonging to Ivanov disappeared, and he could no longer compete with the other party.

Bang!

The black sword light flickered, sharp and restrained, and the tennis figure flickered and continued to rush towards the opposite side.

On the other side, Ivanov's temperament was vigorous, and in the face of this ball, he also rushed over without retreating. Behind him, the lion roared and leapt into the air, the red in his eyes turning into golden light.

He also didn't spare any more strength and fought with the strongest posture.

Bang!

The fire scattered, and the tennis ball flew away again. It rubbed against the air and emitted a scorching smell, and around the trajectory it flew, some spatial cracks loomed, and after a brief period of restlessness, it calmed down

Bang!

Bang!

The two of them used all means to start a big battle without reservation. The audience around them was fascinated, and even more, they took out their high-resolution cameras and took pictures. Although the unspeakable abnormalities could not be photographed, the movements of the two when they swung the racket back were clearly reflected in it

"game, eleven. Shaw! 4:3”

"Game, Ivanov! 5:5”

The two chased all the way, and in the end, entered the tie-break.

At this time, the two people who had fought hundreds of times could not see any fatigue on their bodies. The strong physique of the third-turn players was once again displayed in front of everyone. Tennis, there is no negative impact on them at all, the only thing that can be called a weakness is themselves

"Bang!"

"Ivanov! 15:15”

"Bang!"

"XI. Shaw! 43:42”

"Bang!"

"XI. Shaw! 98:98”

An endless tie-break begins, and it's a race with no end in sight. The point of separating victory and defeat is the limit of the physical strength of the two. As with Shiraishi and Nadal, one side will not even have the strength to swing the racket in the final victory.

"Still, something seems wrong," Shiraishi narrowed his eyes slightly.

For two hours in a row, hundreds of balls were attacked. He keenly felt that when the two of them were entangled, Ivanov was the first to weaken. Then, Xiao Shiyi's aura on the opposite side slowly weakened.

During this period, although there were a few times when the balance was returned, it seemed to him that it was more like the man had done it on purpose.

Looking at Ivanov, whose wheezing times gradually increased and was already showing his decline, Shiraishi shook his head. A bystander can see what the person concerned doesn't notice, especially in a game that doesn't allow for the slightest distraction.

The result of the game is gradually clear.

Looking at Xiao Shiyi, who was still deliberately making a tired appearance, he showed an extremely serious expression. The gap between this Chinese team and the one in the previous life is like mud. Russia, on the other hand, is inferior, but its energy can be seen by the clumsy three-turn player.

The future is indeed a great world, and it belongs only to the great world of tennis. And he and his team want to go against the tide in this rolling torrent and pick up the only place, which is difficult to go to the sky.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed through his pupils, causing a slight fluctuation in his originally watery mind.

Click

The knuckles between his fingers twitched, and the fighting spirit in his heart became more and more vigorous. There, there is a fire, a fire that can consume all things. Whether it is Germany, or China and the United States, which are the victors on the opposite side, they will all burn completely in front of this fire

"Bang!"

"XI. Shaw! 184:183”

Looking at Xiao Shiyi, whose ball speed was suddenly doubled, Ivanov's eyes flashed with surprise. Suddenly, the details of the previous game came to his mind, and a sense of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at Xiao Shiyi, came back to his senses for a long time, moved his throat and asked, "You, broke through?" ”

"Hmm!"

Xiao Shi nodded and replied very naturally.

"Alas"

A sigh exhausted the emotion in Ivanov's heart. However, the fire in his eyes ignited again, and the momentum that had almost been dissipated exploded again, turning into a flame that was about to melt the other party.

The king of beasts, never bow his head.

Half an hour later.

"Bang!"

"At the end of the game, the Chinese team eleven. Shaw won, the score is 2:0"

The Chinese team won. The audience on the field was boiling, and the Chinese who had been watching the live broadcast were boiling!

However, the players around them all looked down, like a defeated Russian team. However, everyone knows that no one can stop the rise of the dragon that has already stood tall!

The tennis of the future is destined to belong to them.

ps: This chapter is written relatively smoothly. As for the question of China, please ignore this different style of painting, after all, this is a fantasy web article written by a Chinese author

In addition, ask for recommendations, the results have not been good recently. It's almost over.