Net King: God-level player

Although the visual enclosure has affected well of Jinguan Ming.

But this effect is not very huge.

Alternatively, Jinguan Ming can overcome the impact of visual enclosures.

"But if, not only has a closed visual."

Royal fox god double blazing.

"what!"

Well-kukami is oscillated, not only closed visual offices.

Many soldiers are stunned, but they will react soon.

Can enhance your visual, why can't you close other! "What does this mean?

"Can you make other five sensations disappear!"

"Hey, how it is possible, this !!"

The high school students around are widened and unbelievable.

Visual enclosures are enough to be surprisingly enclosed in other stations.

Jingchuan Ming after the Royal Fox Gardians.

The body's sweat is inverted, vigilant is incomparable.

opposite.

Royal fox god double smile, said: "Sorry, senior."

"Closed!"

at the same time.

Under the gaze of everyone, Royal Fox god double is bent, and the arm extends, slamming the tennis.

Hey! Tennis and rackets collide, send a deafening shock, like a burst of waves.

In this air wave, the other shackles are like, the fidilest is generally out.

Wherever you have, you are in a bad breath.

This breath is fast into the entire course.

"It's this kind of breath !!"

Jingchuan is clear.

Just now, this stock caused him to lose vision.

But at this moment, tennis have been taken.

It's too late to avoid, Jingchuan is clearly awkward

Square.

Hey! First, a strong sense is open from the fingertips, but the next moment, the heavy force in the hands will disappear.

Wan, empty, unknowing.

Hey! Tennis crashed, but Jingchuan did not respond.

"how come!"

Jingchuan Ming Pupo suddenly shrinks, and it took a breath.

He now, the convenience is a darkness, and the hands are like, there is no sense, and there is no feeling of touching the object.

"I am now, don't you hold the racket?"

Not from autonomous.

There is such a question in Jingchuan.

":!"

At the same time, the complex voice of the staff sounded.

Off-site.

"how so!!"

"Jingchuan Ming Chue Church, come on, be sure to break away!"

"Is it really so powerful?

The students can't stop him. "

The surrounding high school students are an urgent face, and they want Jingji Ming to win this game.

Can now.

It is not over.

At this point, the bottom line.

The

Simultaneously.

Hey! The arm picks up, tennis is hung in high altitude, under the eyes of everyone, Yushu god swear shot.

Hey! A smashing breath is rippling from his side, a wave of waves.

immediately.

Tennis ham is like, a streamer, with an oppression, and quickly goes toward the Jingchuan Mask.

"Listen to the closure!"

Boom! Jingchuanming only felt a deafening.

Later.

Everything is getting farther away, gradually disappearing.