On the field, the ghost and Barak looked at each other, and thick smoke and dust drifted around them, covering their bodies from time to time, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Suddenly, Barak raised his right hand, pointed his racket at the ghost, and a smile appeared on his cold face: "You are very good!" ”

The ghost raised his eyelids, but ignored it. He shook his racket, a mocking smile appeared on his fierce face, and slowly spoke: "Don't say unnecessary words!" You, go all out! ”

The tone of voice is like an adult to a child. As for Barak, it was not taken into his eyes

The corners of the T-shirt fluttered in the wind, revealing a domineering spirit from the inside out. Outside the court, the phoenix's eyelids jumped, and his hands trembled, but he didn't move. He recalled the battle with the ghost, and the old wound on his head was a little itchy again.

"Don't be ashamed!" Barak didn't react, but the members of the Czech team looked at him angrily when they heard the ghost's voice, and some people sneered and said, "Who do you think you are?" Who do you think your opponent is?"

"Cringe! War or not to war? The ghost ignored the outsiders and shouted at Barak.

"Hey!" Barak's smile retracted, his whole face trembled, and the scar at the corner of his eye writhed like a poisonous insect. He looked at the ghost, the interest in his eyes dissipating, and at the same time, an aura of terror condensed around him.

"It's coming!" The people who knew Barak's roots outside the court invariably clenched their hands into fists, excitedly and nervously watching the changes in the field.

"That's?" The players of the Japanese team couldn't help but get nervous as they watched this change. The other party didn't seem to be bluffing, and moreover, they felt murderous when they were more than ten meters away.

On the contrary, the whole Czech team shouted excitedly at the same time: "Make a move!" Barak has made a move! "That stupid big guy on the other side!" "Hey! Even Polk didn't dare to ridicule Barak like this, he did it on his own! ”

Laughing and gloating, they seemed to see the result, and some even danced with their hands. In this regard, the captain Alos did not stop it, the morale of the previous battle was low, and a big victory was needed to inspire!

"Boom!"

A flash of red light cleared, and the smoke and dust around Barak dissipated, and an aura of terror permeated him. And what made people gasp was a giant behind him, about six feet tall, wearing armor from the Western War, and his eyes were wrapped in armor, faintly glowing red. And this giant held a huge hammer the thickness of a grinding disc.

"Whew! Sure enough, it's him, Barack the Slayer, the fearsome and murderous giant of the European black ball arena! "A scout with a cap muttered to himself, he was an intelligence investigator for the Spanish team.

"Another dimension! It's a different dimension player! "The Japanese team couldn't react, in the previous two games, the Czech team sent players with mediocre strength, who knew they had players of this level!

"Whew! Looking at it, it should be the second turn! Sanjin Gu frowned, although his strength was not as good as that of Phoenix and the others, his vision was not inferior to them.

Looking at the people around who were surprised or awakened, the ordinary audience felt inexplicable, in their eyes, Barak also looked stronger, but it was not so surprising, right? Someone asked the people around him who played tennis, but they got an explanation that could only be understood, and the person who explained sneered in his heart: "If you don't play tennis, you will never understand!" ”

Ignoring the reactions around him, Barak sneered and grimaced with a murderous grin. Raise your hand gently and hit the tennis ball over.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball was wrapped in a reddish mist, as if tearing through the air, pulling a black channel of nothingness in the air. The spark exploded and shot towards the ghost on the other side.

Looking at the ball, there was no panic on his face, his eyebrows raised, and he turned sideways after sorting out the trajectory of the tennis ball. The racket of the right hand is raised, and the batting stance is made.

"It's useless! Even a professional player can't take my ball easily! Barak sneered. At the same time, he also added a sentence in his heart: 'What's more, you haven't even touched the threshold of the world!' ’

However, when he saw the ghost's movements, he was obviously stunned.

"Sting!" The ghost gently raised the racket the moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, drawing a black belt on his chest. And Barlack's ferocious blow actually stopped after hitting the black belt, as if the space where the tennis ball was standing still.

"Bang!" The ghost continued to swing his racket, slamming the tennis ball through with a mocking grin.

Barak ran quickly, but his mind was still the same as before, what was that pitch-black thing with a hint of terror? With a twist in his mind, he charged up his arm and struggled towards the tennis ball.

"Bang Bang Bang !!" Several shots sounded, and after Barak's racket was thrown, several streamers scattered towards the opposite side. Attached to it is the terrifying power of his second transformation of another dimension.

"Huh" the ghost glanced at the orbit of the balls, unhurried, and drew a few blacks around his chest. Barak's horrific shot hit it, but it suddenly froze, and there was no sign of science, and everything was still on the tennis ball. The phantoms have become transparent, but they have not dissipated, and they exist as if they were anti-physical.

The ghost calmly swings his racket and whips the tennis ball through.

"I didn't expect the ghost seniors to also be the 'black hole' of the Tokugawa seniors!" "Of course, Tokugawa's 'black hole' was taught by the devil!" "Really? It's really a ghost senior! ”

In the Japanese team, the players kept praising it. At this time, a weak voice sounded, "But, isn't there a time limit for 'black holes'?" Moreover, it will also reduce the tennis life of the player! ”

Everyone looked at it, it was Kintaro, and they saw that he was looking at the ghost in the field worriedly. His words also made the previously active atmosphere stagnate, and everyone became silent.

"No, it won't!" A voice came, it was Irijiang, I saw him looking at the ghost on the court with a smile, and said: "The ghost king's physique is extraordinary, the consumption of the 'black hole' is very small, and he can play three sets of games!" ”

Everyone also remembered the ghost's non-human body, and they were relieved and relieved. After Irie finished speaking, he quietly glanced at Tokugawa beside him, and said with a secret smile: "Moreover, this is teaching someone's last experience"

Tokugawa watched quietly, and the ghost's movements were clearly reflected in his mind. Concise and fast, like cutting through the sword of flowing water, there is no superfluous movement. "It turns out that I'm still far away."

That's right, the oni is teaching Tokugawa the meaning of the 'black hole' with a real game.

At this time, Barak became more and more irritable, no matter how much he increased his strength, he was intercepted by the strange tricks of the person opposite. The consequence of his distraught was that a sharp and powerful return ball passed through his side.

“game！ Ghost! 2:0、”

The referee's voice sounded, and Barak came to his senses. Suddenly, qi and blood poured into his brain, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking extremely terrifying. "Bastard! Bad seeds! I want to make you feel the horrors of hell when you play such a trick! ”

"Boom!" The aura around him is stronger, reason is replaced by madness, the red is thicker, and it is more terrifying.

"Mad state! Unexpectedly let Barak use this trick, this Japanese player is not simple! However, this is the end of the story," the Spanish scout lowered his cap and recorded the stats of the two on the pitch on paper.

Scouts from all the surrounding countries looked at the ghost with a little sympathy in their eyes. 'Mad King' Barak, a terrifying and terrifying figure in the European black ball world, no one can suppress him except Polk. So whenever he enters this state, he almost announces the defeat of the other party.

"There is still a chance to admit defeat, otherwise, life and death are unpredictable!" A rich middle-aged man, who is a scout for the Swiss team, lamented. The winner of this match will face them Switzerland in the next round. As for Spain, he turned his head sideways, glanced slightly at the man with a peaked cap not far away, and sneered: "I actually want to pluck the feathers on the tiger's head, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!" ”

Barak's change was seen by the ghost, and from his opponent's body, he sensed danger. However, he did not panic, he turned his head and looked at the Tokugawa in the group, then Irie, Shiraishi, Tanejima, and finally, he looked at the phoenix with his hands in front of his chest. The corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile.

"Are you coming?" Several people looked at the ghost and thought to themselves.

The ghost looked at Barak, and the other party's aura had reached its highest point, which was very terrifying. Facing Barak, who had fallen into madness, he was neither happy nor sad, his body shook, and a shadow gradually floated behind him.

"Boom !!"

Seeing that figure, the people around instantly felt that their hearts stopped beating, and the surrounding space seemed to stop, and they were inexplicably frightened. The shadow gradually appeared, eight zhang tall, green fangs, the body was painted with an eye-catching pattern, and a dragon was wrapped around the waist, this is the mythical Shura, almost the existence of ghosts and gods!

Swish! Shura turned his face sideways, and he looked like a ghost. He looked at the crowd with a smile on his face.

"Whew!!" The weaker people in the Second Army and the First Army only felt a strong pressure coming at them, and it was a kind of indescribable horror!

Swish! Shura turned his head and looked at Barak ridiculously. At the same time, the ghost opened his eyes and tossed the tennis ball in his hand. With a bang, the tennis ball stopped in mid-air, surrounded by a black streak.

"Black Hole ?!!" Someone exclaimed.

As soon as the ghost's body moved, Shura behind him also waved his arm, holding a void tooth-like knife in his hand. The two came together, and with a bang, the tennis ball was flattened, and a black light tore through the space and slammed towards the opposite side.

On the other side, Barak, who had lost his mind, looked at the ball, his brow furrowed on his hideous face. Then, as if enraged, he gathered all his strength, and when the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, he swung his racket wildly.

"Boom !!"

The ground trembled, and the crowd couldn't stand. Suddenly, they saw a red figure fly backwards and smash into the wall.

The tennis ball rolled down and fell to the side

The referee couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said with difficulty: "15:0,"

However, people didn't care about it, but looked at the wall with a shudder. Barak's clothes were in tatters hanging on the wall, and his racket was broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

"How could it be! He—He only used one blow? ”

"That's the second turn of Barak, Mad King Barak! The king of tennis in Europe! ”

"Could it be he? No, no! His current breath is not three turns at all."

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in someone's mind, and his eyes widened and said, "Twin Divine Dao!" He used two different dimensional tricks!! ”