Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 437 Decisive Battle!

Song of Perish only has three chances to make a move.

The third move will kill you. In fact, you can only make two moves.

In the battle of the kings of the same level, the effect of the Song of Perish should be reduced, it may be frequent death, and it will not directly cause death.

But if the Heavenly King-level Song of Death is released towards Geng Gui or Yue Yibu, there is a high probability that the two of them will stop cooking directly.

Han Hao knows that the only dragon elves who can master the Song of Perishing are the Tanabata Blue Bird, and the Tanabata Blue Bird can use the protective skill of [Mysterious Guardian]... and can fly... If it is a dog If so, come out and sing a song, and then the divine bird will attack + the mysterious guardian Feitian, and if you are a little bit more, you will put a white mist on yourself.

Resist the opponent's three moves in an absolutely safe state, and then happily send the opponent away.

The alliance does not allow any accidents related to [death], so the song of death of Qixi blue bird must be kept... But if you really sing the song of death, the referee will not take you Method.....Most of the accidents in the previous promotion match were related to the song of death.

Of course... Han Hao will not let Geng Gui and Yue Yibu face off against the Qixi Blue Bird.

"Soloya, Maomao, watch carefully, study hard, just one night, if this trick works, it will be stable tomorrow."

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"Ahem...the domestic pictures will take a while to come, Mr. Duoduo, today you...don't want to make a pre-match prediction?" said the king in the commentary booth.

"Do you still need to predict? I must be Zhan Han God...but..." Teacher Duoduo changed his tone, "Mrs. He is also a heavenly king...Han Haoman only has four heavenly kings at his best, Geng Gui may be able to be used as a heavenly king if he plays well, but Yue Yibo is not good at all..."

"Although I really want to be on Hanshen's side, the actual situation may not allow me to be so optimistic."

The barrage in the live broadcast room at this time: "One thing to say, Madam Xuelong can't see through it at all...The old lady may have more than six heavenly kings. After all, her age is at that level, and she is the owner of the gymnasium. If there is no shortage of money or resources, it is reasonable to raise a few more heavenly kings."

"How do you say it seems that it is easy to raise a king? I have been a hunter for five years and I am only an elite..."

"Hey! I haven't had a single elite hunter in eight years..."

"This year's senior year, there is only a quasi-king..."

"Third year of high school... there is a small Charmander..."

"In the kindergarten, there are alpacas, and the stone slabs are complete, which can be used to place polished gravel."

"6666~"

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Han Hao stepped onto the battle stage with a standard "camera-like" smile on his face. Even if he was pretending, he was much better than Madame Blood Dragon on the other side.

It should be because of her age, Mrs. Blood Dragon's back is hunched, her face and the exposed back of her hands are full of wrinkles, her eye sockets seem to stay up all night, she has deep dark circles, and she holds a red wooden crutch in her hand. Hold up the body that may fall at any time.

Han Hao is also holding a crutch.

But now he can walk normally.

Some things are not easy to change after becoming a habit... Besides, there is a long knife hidden in his cane. Without the knife, Han Hao always feels that there is something missing.

The two gradually approached.

——The handshake session before the start of the league finals.

The telepathy was activated silently when the two approached.

Han Hao has no strange habit of listening to other people's inner thoughts, but things like telepathy are not so easy to control...

【Blank】

This is the heart of Madame Blood Dragon.

It cannot be said that it is as clean as a child like a piece of white paper. To be more accurate, it should be described as a piece of white cloth covered in a piece of muddy mud. Even though the bottom is extremely muddy, it is indeed blank for others.

Handshake.

Madam Blood Dragon gave a rare smile, which brought out some wrinkles on her face. The way she smiled reminded Han Hao of the Penguin in "Gotham". There was an indescribable danger in the humor.

He wears a pendant around his neck, with a ruby ​​embedded in the center. It was used in previous battles and is the key stone that can super-evolve the Bloodwing Wyvern.

The palms were separated, and the two walked to their respective positions.

Han Hao took out the elf ball on his lower back.

Zeraora's figure condensed in the red light.

Madam Blood Dragon also threw the elf ball.

A two-meter-long earth dragon - a desert dragonfly.

The alliance does not have a rule for throwing Poké Balls at the same time, which is unreasonable in the rules of the alliance, but this "non-rule" also adds a lot of uncertainty to the battle.

Although there is no rule, it is usually the defender who throws the ball first. Han Hao is the champion with 22 points, and Mrs. Blood Dragon is the challenger. He throws the ball first because of the confidence of the champion. If you are obedient and wait for others to throw first. ....The audience may not understand...but those fellow trainers in the waiting seats are bound to cast strange glances at Han Hao.

"Brother Moe, has anyone seen Sorolla?" Someone suddenly asked in the barrage.

"Isn't it on the shoulder? Eh? It's not here today, maybe it's in the ball. After all, it's the final, so be more formal."

"One thing to say, Zoroya is not here, I feel that Han Shen is missing something, and there is no soul."

There was a wind and sand blowing in the field, and the desert dragonfly made the first move.

——Quicksand Hell!

"Boom!"

"Move at high speed!"

Sonic Bo is the first hand, and the second hand is moving at high speed. The back of Sonic Bo is the blind area of ​​attack, and teleporting to the back is the conventional method to fight Sonic Bo.

Zeraora's body was filled with lightning.

——Plasma Lightning Fist!

"Ultrasonic!"

"Hell Stab!"

The voice in the throat stopped abruptly. The supersonic wave has no offensive blind spot behind it. It is a conventional defense method when the opponent is close by. However, the supersonic wave of the desert dragonfly was interrupted by the hell spur.

——Hell Spike: After the move hits, the opponent will be hurt like hell, and will not be able to use sound moves.

"Turn around and use the dragon claw!"

Zeraora raised her arms, and quickly blocked the dragon's claws with a quick defense. The quicksand hell swept across at this moment, and the violent lightning stopped the crazy killing. Suddenly, sharp stone-like stones were stirred up under her feet. Not only that, but her body was also surrounded by sharp surrounded by stones.

The desert dragonfly used the power of the earth, and those sharp rocks were created by the power of the earth.

The desert dragonfly took the opportunity to float in the air, and Zeraora opened the electric field, and did not give him a chance to extend the distance. As long as there were no more than three positions between the two, the sharp rocks made by the power of the earth would not dare to attack. Dragonfly obviously did not choose the way of self-defeating [-], but wanted to use its advantage of being able to fly to distance itself.

Zeraora, who is good at speed, naturally wouldn't give him this chance. The desert dragonfly flapped its wings and used to fly, but was pulled closer by a simple flash of lightning, and the lightning above the right fist exploded!

——Plasma Lightning Fist!

Black lightning raged in front of his eyes, and as soon as the lightning flashed, Raola rushed to the desert dragonfly. The streamer of the dragon's claws had already lit up, but it was too late, and the fist kept getting bigger in front of his eyes. In the ground system, the black electricity can't threaten him at all, as long as he can bear the pure punch force, they are all kings, and the plasma lightning fist is almost like an ordinary enhanced punch to him.

The desert dragonfly thinks so...but the reality is always far from satisfactory...

(ps: ask for tickets~)

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