Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 227 Sword Tomb, Niuma Xiaoyue is in more and more danger!

At the moment the words fell.

A tennis ball suddenly shot out from the dust and smoke.

Waves of sword energy enveloped the area.

It seems to move mountains, cut off rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress monsters, command gods, pluck stars, destroy cities, and open the sky.

Countless sword shadows appeared and disappeared.

Then it seemed as if the two had merged into one.

Sharpness, endless sharpness!

The wind and waves above the court were instantly cut apart and rolled to both sides.

Even the net seemed to be splitting into two.

"Ball skills - Sword Tomb!"

next moment.

A slightly childish voice came over.

Look closely.

Echizen Ryoma was seen holding an almost broken racket, his arms trembling violently, and even a long friction mark could be seen under his feet.

Even so, there was still a fierce look in his eyes.

It can be said.

Everything he did just now was to accumulate strength to show off his other kendo tennis skills that he had not yet shown.

I didn't expect that it was just my serve game, and with just one move left, all my skills would be on full display.

【Beichuan...】

[You really make me full of fighting spirit! ! ! ]

Countless sharp swords were reflected in his pupils, as if they were falling continuously from the sky.

Between the lightning and flint.

The field where Beichuan was standing seemed to have turned into a world of sword tombs.

And at this moment.

The tennis ball that shot over the net is now in front of us.

It's like a sharper sword that's about to take root here.

Sparkling...

The originally light sound of the sword gradually became rapid.

As if welcoming the king.

"Tsk~!"

"Xiao Yueyue, you really don't even know how to eat!"

"I'll teach you kendo tennis, so you can charge me with your skills..."

Beichuan, standing still, witnessed all these changes.

He showed a rather helpless expression on his face and sighed deeply.

This scene shows that I still want to grow up.

It's obvious that he can't wait to show himself!

"In that case."

"Then calm down!"

The moment the words fell.

Beichuan slowly closed his eyes without moving a step.

Darkness suddenly became the main color.

And in this state.

The countless sharp swords gradually turned into nothingness.

During this time.

A bright light gradually emerged.

Even the darkness seemed to gradually take on color and outline.

no doubt.

This shot seems to be a very powerful one.

But in fact.

The tennis ball is not the giant sword it appears to be.

On the contrary, it was mixed in with the continuously falling swords.

It can be said to be an extremely deceptive move.

but.

This is still contrary to what Kitagawa wants to see.

It's like when you ask someone A or B and they answer with or.

Hey!

Tsk~!

boom!

Between the lightning and flint.

Beichuan has already appeared on the right side of the net.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at Ryoma Echizen opposite him.

That smile is as bright as it can be.

Even the sunlight made Echizen Ryoma feel uneasy.

at the same time.

A strange feeling of déjà vu arose in Beichuan's body.

Just like God’s power is like a prison and God’s grace is like the sea.

then.

This strangeness turned into ripples that spread in all directions.

I don’t know when.

"Shen Yuan!"

A slightly childish voice sounded.

then.

Ding!

Accompanied by the sound of a drop of water falling into the lake.

In Echizen, Ryoma seemed to appear in a new place in an instant.

The endless ocean.

It was extremely quiet, without a single ripple.

next moment.

It was as if my feet had lost their support.

The whole person suddenly fell into the vast ocean, sinking continuously. Sinking again.

The light was gradually becoming dim, a lifeless dimness.

“Gurgle…Gurgle…”

Unable to make a sound, the sea water choked my mouth and lungs, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation instantly filled my whole body.

This feeling of being gradually eaten away is like a cancer that lingers and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

in reality.

The tennis ball left the face of Beichuan's racket and slowly flew to the opposite side.

Take your time.

Even after crossing the net, Echizen Ryoma still stood there with a dull look in his eyes.

Even though the tennis ball fell lightly in front of him, it bounced weakly a few times and rolled to his feet.

It's like I've lost my soul and am indifferent.

"Drip drip!"

"Valid ball!"

"0-40!"

"Kitagawa, the Rikkai Junior High School representative, scored."

He glanced at Ryoma Echizen, who was standing there in a daze, and the tennis ball that had bounced out of bounds.

The referee on the podium blew the whistle and announced loudly.

And the moment the words fell.

Hey!

Beichuan smiled, stretched out a hand, and snapped his fingers crisply.

next moment.

"Huh~!!!"

Suddenly.

Ryoma Echizen, who had been standing there in a daze the previous second, suddenly woke up.

The whole person was gasping for breath like a drowning person who finally breathed in fresh air.

There was a hint of imperceptible fear in his eyes when he looked at Beichuan.

of course.

This also calmed him down a bit.

"what is that?"

After taking a few deep breaths to adjust my breathing.

Echizen Ryoma frowned slightly and asked Kitagawa.

After all, he didn't even react just now and inexplicably entered that illusory world.

This really made him unbelievable.

"Psychic tennis skills~"

While walking towards the receiving position, Kitagawa answered slowly.

Of course.

Just now, he also wanted to let Echizen Ryoma stay in the spiritual world for a while longer.

Unfortunately, the protagonist's halo is still a bit exaggerated. In addition, he is the son of the samurai Nanjiro Echizen, and his mental strength honed since childhood is not weak.

Such a short time has passed.

tread!

Tsk la~

After reaching the position, Beichuan turned around.

The smile on his face grew wider.

He said to Echizen Ryoma meaningfully.

"The last ball."

"If you can't give me your determination to become stronger."

"So--"

"I'm going to make you lose in despair!"

All of a sudden.

Ryoma Echizen had the most serious expression on his face since he walked onto the court.

As for the audience, they all gasped in unison.

Compared to them.

At this moment, Echizen Nanjiro, who was far away in the Free Country, saw this scene on the live broadcast.

I couldn't help but mutter.

"What a fool of mine!"

"Looks like I'm going to be tortured and cry by the same person again~"

With one hand supporting his chin, Echizen Nanjiro placed his other hand on the table and kept tapping it.

After rolling his eyes a few times.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

【After all, he is still my son.】

[Then I'll find you an old sword-crazed man to torture you...]

[Anyway, it's better to keep the good stuff to yourself than let that little brat torture me.]

【Jiejiejie~~~】