The Red Devil has strong internal strength, which is not comparable to that of a swordsman! He struck three palms in a row, and his momentum was imposing, and the swordsman avoided his edge, but before he could shoot back, he struck back three times!

The Red Devil's palm fell, and then the next palm was already in doubt, and the third palm would become a retraction in mid-air when it was issued!

"Huh!" The Red Devils had no time to think and were amazed!

The other party specializes in key points, a move has not been completed, the next move has arrived, and the move is never suspicious! I have realized that the other party is a master, not a simple person!

"This team is so aggressive, it's not the original Crystal Palace team at all!"

Wu Lei's eyes were firmly focused on Manchester United's passing line and the player's intentions, and before he made his move, he stuck the critical joints in advance, without a trace of negligence!

The opponent's strength and personal ability are too strong, and they can only get a negligible attack containment effect! But he didn't know that the Crystal Palace offensive led by him had set off a sea in the hearts of all Manchester United players!

Only the strong can understand the strong!

Mkhitaryan blocks left and right! Fellaini left and right! Pogba rushes and pushes! Manchester United is surging all over the line, the vigilance is rising, and the players are sweating profusely!

Ibrahimovic stared at Number 10, he just flashed to the left, judged the position of his foot, and Number Ten predictively rushed to the right! I can't help but be horrified!

"This number ten is not simple!" Ibrahimovic saw that the left side was empty, got up and chased after him, looking at the back of No. 10 and rushing in front of the running Townsend, and sure enough, Townsend had already received the pass!

Ievee, who had taken a step slower, stared at Ten's figure in surprise and quickly scurried to the next position where he could quickly pass over.

"The player's awareness!" He froze in place for a few seconds! Something magical came to mind: elves! "It's really fast!"

The red figure of No. 10 invisibly runs through and connects the whole line of the Crystal Palace, and it seems that there is his swift back ring by ring!

Xerna is crazy! There is a shadow of him everywhere! "How did he do it!"

No. 10 is like the trick of the Crystal Palace, suddenly the hole opens, and a large amount of internal force pours in, making them steaming hot and running non-stop!

The entire Crystal Palace team members are tumbling all over the line, flipping in the whirlpool of dancing alone, almost exceeding the limit!

Benteke is hoarse! He never knew that the striker was so tired! But seeing the turbulent waves of Manchester United players, he was unconsciously involved in a fast-paced offensive and defensive transition.

As long as a team is connected in three lines, it will be the combat effectiveness of the whole team!

This was something that Crystal Palace had not been able to do before and had never imagined! The strong control of the midfield has led to the infinite expansion of the touch surface, allowing a weak team in the Premier League to exert their own strength to the fullest!

Cabaye surrounded Wu Lei's swift figure, the white figure in his eyes rolled like the wind, his body trembled, and his strength was maximized!

Under the powerful impact, he almost did his best in every pass!

"I can't stand it anymore!" He screamed and stabbed the ball out of the way.

Marc McCarthy was facing the pressure of the Manchester United players in the midfield and backfield, as if he was in a ferocious torrent and could not get out, which was beyond the limits of their ability.

Moving up front, forcing the Palace defenders to become shields in the midfield!

The centre-back captain Eller was in full swing, with active holes on both flanks forcing them to link up with the midfield, touching and passing the ball non-stop.

Unknowingly, the Crystal Palace defenders didn't know that they had joined the midfield.

The Reds didn't expect this underdog to turn into a team that could compete with them and push them back at the back!

Every step is like facing an impact and containment that threatens one's own security at one moment, endlessly!

The number 10 kept pouring the ball into the back of the net, and the two sidelines of Crystal Palace were like sharp knives that brought the United back to the burn.

Scholes in the audience stared in horror at the back of Number Ten! Suddenly realized that this man had been dominating the game.

Unable to defend and unstoppable, staring and staring, figures like loaches, like arrows shot in a hurry, several of United's powerful midfielders are not capable of controlling such a reflex player.

The master defends quickly, and he is ruthless! Manchester United is Manchester United after all, and the reaction to danger is naturally unparalleled! Naturally, the pressure on the Crystal Palace team to counterattack is increasing!

The two torrents are intertwined and entangled, and they are very fierce and hot, which is beyond the scope of people's understanding of the Crystal Palace team.

Manchester United are playing with all their might, and they're defending!?

This situation makes the Premier League has always been a second-rate team, the Crystal Palace team, incomprehensible, and the fans are in shock and ecstasy!

"What the hell is going on! We were able to play against Manchester United! ”

"Oh my God! Is this true? "The fans seemed to have tears, they rushed to the stands,

The old woman in Nanjun City in front of the TV wiped her eyes and cried movingly: "I've never seen them so good!" ”

But they didn't know that behind all this 40-minute offensive confrontation, the dominant No. 10 was on the verge of physical exhaustion!

Wu Lei looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes were full of tears, and the hero hated! "Lost! Strength, or strength! Strength is still a huge chasm that cannot be crossed! ”

Every time it comes to the critical juncture of the offensive, it can't be attacked, and the strength is a little bit worse, and the difference is a thousand miles!

"It's useless!" He gritted his teeth, expecting to drag it out until the halftime whistle.

The red devil fled, dancing like the wind, how could he not feel the weakening of the sword!

He raised his right palm and slammed it into the swordsman's chest.

The swordsman showed his determination to die, threw the sword in his hand fiercely, and his hands merged into one finger and poked at the palm of the red devil.

The flying sword shot out like a streamer, and the Red Devil's body was unabated: "How can you shake my strength!" Grab the flying sword with your left hand, and continue to strike at the fingertip with your right palm.

"Bang~~" The swordsman spat blood, like a parabola flying out, the red devil grabbed the flying sword and turned into a red spear and shot out.

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