In the face of the indiscriminate bombardment of the Alatia team, Etiya's goalkeeper Shura used his actions to interpret two words- Persistence, even if teammates can't lead the attack, even if the body has been slow, even if the opponent's shot is more and more intense, but the sword in his heart is still there, this is his way, this is the ultimate meaning of his pursuit, every time he falls after the ball, in the eyes of outsiders can no longer insist on he can always climb up with difficulty, perform his responsibilities, fulfill the belief in his heart, many people are moved, his actions, his persistence, his spirit, make the Etia team like a small boat in a storm, swaying left and right with the wind and waves, but always standing。 Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sachar's brows furrowed tightly, he hated and liked this kind of person with great perseverance, even if he didn't have the talent, he could do something unimaginable, and persistence was their code of conduct, throughout their lives.

Fighting like this, it's not a good sign, Abrodi, who is burning with a small universe in the sky and scattered all over the sky, has gradually felt the struggle, if it can't be maintained, then the interference with the Etia team will disappear, this moment is the weakest time for the Etia team, and if the goal is not broken, the spirit of Shura will definitely affect the entire team.

Another shot was broken by the opponent, and Saga looked at the poker face of Shura behind the ball, with Aiolos in front of him, Fernando on the left, and Yalubio on the right, with the broken chains in his hands, and at the front was Kiruti, the flames on his body were gone, but his character was as bold as his flames.

The game has entered the white heat, as time passes, the physical strength of both sides has been greatly depleted, but the victory is not scored, and the battle continues.

Abrody in the air finally let out a silent sigh, he was too tired, such a large-scale burning of his own small universe, after all, is not a long-term solution, watching his teammates although they tried their best to attack, but still could not break through the enemy's door, he finally regretfully closed his eyes, he tried his best, at this time, he felt that his whole body seemed to lose control, the whole person collapsed, and he didn't even want to leave the strength to speak, and finally turned into roses scattered in the sky.

Dismask, who was in the midfield, first noticed the strangeness in the sky, and suddenly looked up, Abrodi's figure actually fell from the sky, Dismusk did not hesitate, a rise and fall, he hugged Abrodi, glanced at Olufei who ran over, and lowered his head to check Abu's body, and found that it was just a loss caused by excessive force, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and nodded at Olufei next to him.

And Saga also handed a caring look from the front court, and Dismask gave him a reassuring look.

Abrodi's fall into the air still attracted a lot of attention, but at this time, there was a person, still very sober, Shura still had an eternal paralyzed face, but there was a slight movement in his hand, he threw the ball to Ailos, Aiolos was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned around, roared, and sprinted with the ball, he didn't want to take advantage of the sneak attack, taking advantage of the other party's attention was on Abrodi, and even their goalkeeper Olufei was by Abrodi's side, this was a great opportunity, this was an opportunity to face the empty goal。

However, Aiolos still yelled to attract the attention of the other party, he is a bright and upright person, he is willing to follow the spirit of chivalry, fair competition, he does not want to win without force, he is an upright person, he is more than Shura except for a "persistence", more "rather straight than bending", this is the principle that he Aiolos adheres to.

The roar finally caught everyone's attention, and they realized that the game was far from over, and Zaga turned his head and reacted first, rushing towards Aiolos in front of him, and he tried to stop him.

And Fernando, who was next to him, had always focused his attention on Zachar, and he didn't want to be teased again and attack his teammates, which was a shame for him, a young paladin, not to mention that he was also the younger brother of Grand Templar Grand Commander Antony, and it was unforgivable to be ugly in front of such a public eye.

Fernando aimed at Sagar, he moved him, surprised, attacked unprepared, and killed a way to bite gold in the diagonal seam, Fernando actually collided with Sagar, leaving a lot of time and space for Aiolos with the ball to attack.

The time was fleeting, someone had to step up to stop Aiolos, and Zachar, who was rolling with Fernando, yelled at Becker, who was not far away, "Stop him, let him stop, Becker!

Becker heard Zachar's shouts, and finally found what he had to do, and threw himself past the obstructive Kiruti, and hurried towards Aiolos, who had just passed in front of him, but he forgot that his position as a striker was too far forward, and went deep into the enemy's camp, and fell a Kiruti with a Yalubio behind him.

The broken chains continued to exert their residual heat, sweeping towards Becker's feet like a tripwire, and when Becker exploded with all his strength to catch up with Aiolos, the heavy chains hit his legs, and he could only fall to the ground with hatred, only one step away from the corner of Aiolos's clothes, but it became an insurmountable chasm.

After a brief interruption from Becker, Olufi has returned to his position, and he will face Aiolos who has gone straight to the meeting alone, which will be the first time the two have faced each other, and perhaps the most exciting.

Striker vs. goalkeeper.

In the cheers of thousands of people, Aiolos stood with the ball, he was still more than 20 meters away from the opposite goal, no one thought that he stopped at this distance, for a single knife, or a distance of less than 10 meters to shoot is considered the best, but no one will think that he will not shoot, this is an excellent opportunity.

Aiolos stood there like that, like a deep abyss, like a towering mountain, he was accumulating, he was accumulating momentum, leaving a long shadow on the earth under the illumination of the sun, a person, a ball, dignified air, as if thousands of troops were staring and standing, gathering momentum, magnificent and aggressive, everyone held their breath, and the shouts outside the arena gradually calmed down, people knew that he had been silent for a long time, and was finally about to break out his final blow?

In the face of the aura of Aiolos, Olufei did not dare to slack off, he bent over, pestle the piano, his eyes stared at the other party, he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to breathe a breath, he was afraid that the defensive momentum he created would be caught by the other party, whether it was momentum, or physical, or spiritual, this is an all-round competition, he doesn't know how long he can hold on, but the arrow has to be sent, he must persevere, this is no longer a battle for the winner of the game, nor is it the supreme sense of honor pursued by the same warrior, that is the ultimate meaning that he pursues in order to fight all his life, Even if the skills are not as good as people, even if the enemy is strong and I am weak, we must have the spirit of the bright sword, if we retreat this time, then I will meet this person again in the future, in the encounter with this kind of similar thing, then the escape will become inevitable, that is the biggest trauma in the soul, but also the biggest flaw, this is why the knights, to have the spirit of seeing death as home and the momentum of moving forward, this is why the Holy Land in the "post-mythological era" can rule the world for more than 3,000 years.

Nothing is accidental, everything is reasonable.

The moment a little sweat fell from Olufei's forehead and onto his eyelashes, he was startled, his vision was disturbed, and he knew that Aioros would seize the opportunity.

Aiolos also did as he wished, he waited for the best time to shoot, he suddenly exerted his strength, behind him the vast sea of nebulae flashed, no one could see what it was, only felt that he seemed to be dark in front of him, and then a dazzling bright light came from the soles of his feet, that was the moment when the sun rose, such as fire, such as the sun, the dazzling strong light not only destroyed people's vision, but also opened up the impact of people's vision, as if the sky fell on the earth, but the ball was not the sun after all, it did not inherit the scorching heat of the sun, but it had a stronger light than the sun, not like the lightning flashing in the night, it was continuous lightning, lightning speed, lightning blindness, in a blinding field, it emitted the most dazzling light.

Not far away, the sound of the piano sounded again, like a monstrous wave on the sea level, no prelude, no foreshadowing, when the sound sounded, it was the song of the high 0.0 tide, one after another, one song higher than a song, just like the stairs on the mountaineering road, step by step, step by step, one step at a time, but no matter how high the mountain is also the peak at the top, the mountaineer is also weak in strength, not to mention every time he lifts his footsteps, every time he goes up the steps, step by step increases the weight, every time he tests his mind.

The mountain has reached the top of the mountain, and the people stand proudly on the peak, but the sun has no height.

"Collapse~~" The sound is crisp and low, the music stops abruptly, the strings break, and the ball has passed......

Olufei held the harp tightly with both hands, his white face turned pale, his teeth were clenched, and he actually made a sneering sound, the fingers of his left hand were already red, and the index finger was still at the place of the short string, and a complete string on it gradually dropped a drop of red liquid, dripping blood was not only his fingers, but also his heart, he tried his best, but the opponent was powerful and terrible. He knelt there helplessly, his hands clenched tighter, his head bowed deeply, he didn't want to see the moment the football went into the net, he didn't want to see Eitia's expression of cheering victory, and he didn't want to see Alatya's disappointed and depressed eyes,

The ball passed through Olufei's defence without hindrance, closer, closer, no one could stop it from crossing the gates of Alatya, crossing the insurmountable white line, the crowd in the square had already stood up in large numbers, some had already cheered in advance, the game was so exciting, terrible, unforgettable, even old Noasis had put the whistle to his lips, ready to blow the final whistle.

"Crystal Wall" suddenly a low, powerful voice rang out from the field, very dissonant.