Ou Feng turned his head and stared at Tianhao fiercely, as if he was provoking and fighting back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Defend against this attack." Yan Kuan said to everyone.

Wang Xiaotian kicks off. Liu Ping received the ball and went straight to the inside. Sima Shenji stepped forward to intercept it.

Liu Ping threw high. Ding Huangguang jumped high, ready to catch the ball and dunk violently - did not continue. The ball flew straight out of bounds.

"Back to the defense." Ding Huangguang was extremely entangled.

Just as everyone was staring at Li Changgeng, who was still controlling the ball a second ago, the ball had already flown to Amu's hands in the next moment, which had also flown to the bottom line. Then there's the easiest layup. 15：13。

"Good shot!" Yan Kuan gave a thumbs up to Amu.

Amu smiled back with a heartfelt smile.

"Defend! Defend! "The crowd started shouting slogans as if they were watching a professional league.

"It seems that not only the rules, but also the atmosphere of the scene is in line with the professional league." Tao Ran leaned back in the chair and brushed his hair.

"There was no such thing in the morning's game." Li Changgeng took a sip of water.

As soon as Li Changgeng's words fell, the ball flew towards the bench like a runaway toy plane, flew past Lu Feng's ear with a whoosh, and smashed on the billboard with a bang, and the originally upright billboard was smashed crookedly.

"What? Murder? Lu Feng angrily threw the ball back into the field.

"Why are you out of bounds again?!" Ding Canchan couldn't cry or laugh.

"My hand slipped, I can't help it." Liu Ping shrugged helplessly.

Sima Shenji walked to the sideline to take the throw-in. Li Changgeng wins the ball.

"Give it to the inside!" Yan Kuan stepped out and reached out for the ball.

Li Changgeng's eyes quickly turned around, Ding Huangguang was close to Yan Kuan, and there was a distance between Wang Xiaotian and Nong Guang, which was enough to pass the ball out smoothly.

"Whoosh-" The ball went into Nongguang's hand. Nongguang got up and made a gesture to take off - in fact, he didn't jump. And Wang Xiaotian's feet have long been off the ground.

"Smack-" The ball passed from under Wang Xiaotian's crotch, lightly hit the floor, crossed Ding Huangcang's ten finger pass, and fell into Yan Kuan's hands.

Yan Kuan jumped up violently and completed a heavy slap on Ding Xuancan's head. 17：13。

"Mighty!" Sima Shenji shouted.

"My day!" Ding Huangcan scolded secretly.

Ou Feng tried three points again and missed. Wang Xiaotian grabbed the offensive rebound from the open position and succeeded in the second attack. 17：15。

"Defend tightly, don't miss people." Yan Kuan said to all his teammates.

At this moment, Liu Ping slapped the ball in Li Changgeng's hand with one palm, grabbed the ball and rushed straight to the basket.

"Not good!" Nongguang shouted.

At this time, Liu Ping's eyes only had the basket that was close at hand, and he didn't notice that Li Changgeng was still following closely behind him, let alone that his shoelaces had been opened.

"Ahh

Li Changgeng hurriedly stopped, but fortunately, the quality of the shoes he was wearing was still good, and he quickly braked the car and did not become a second domino.

A hint of red liquid appeared on the floor. The whole audience exploded.

"Liu Ping fell to the ground! Oh, my God! He's hurt! And the injury is not light! Looks like a tragedy is going to happen in today's game! Oh my God! The narrator began to add fuel to the fire again with his extremely inadequate way of explaining.

"Drop-" The referee decisively blew the whistle to stop the game.

The members of the Luo Yang Bing team surrounded them in one go. The paramedics also took three steps and two steps to surround them.

"Let's go check it out, shall we?" Sima Shenji spread his legs and was about to walk over.

"Don't go over, you can only cause chaos if you go." Nongguang stopped him.

The paramedics have done a simple bandage. Ding Xuancan and Wang Xiaotian helped Liu Ping off the field from the left and right. Liu Ping's head was wrapped in gauze, and the temple of his right ear was slightly red, and it was estimated that if the injury was more serious, he would have to use a stretcher.

"You're good enough to bump in." Yan Kuan joked.

"I didn't hit it, he fell on his own." Li Changgeng took it seriously, his face was full of innocence.

"I know, let's play." Yan Kuan smiled.

"Looks like he can't fight." Nong Guang looked at Liu Ping's back and said.

"That's for sure." Amu said.

"Do we need to make substitutions? Which of you wants to go down and rest? Yan Kuan asked all his teammates.

"No need to change, let's wait until this section is over." Nongguang waved.

As soon as Nong Guang's words fell, a substitute stood up from the bench of the Luo Yang Bing team, took off his coat, revealed the No. 15 jersey, and slowly walked to the field. There is no light in his eyes, only confusion, and his blurred gaze wanders around at will, and he can't find the focal length no matter how he looks, and if you just look at his eyes, almost everyone will think of him as blind. His long, messy hair was scattered everywhere, almost blocking his eyes, and it was estimated that he was not blind and could not see things. His face was covered in scars, as if he had just been beaten violently.

"Is this guy playing?" Sima Shenji frowned.

"He could be the sixth." Yan Kuan squeezed his right eye.

Ding Huangcan and Wang Xiaotian returned to the court. The floor moppers, wiped the blood and sweat off the floor.

"Drop-" The referee blew the whistle to signal the game to continue. Another minute passed.

Hong Cheng serves. Li Changgeng slowly dribbled across the half court.

"Don't let up!" Yan Kuan reminded his teammates.

"Don't be affected! Step up your defense! Ding Huangguang also reminded his teammates.

Li Changgeng waved his hand and passed the ball to Sima Shenji. Sima Shenji holds the ball and prepares to break through the defense of No. 15.

Number 15's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

In the next instant, Sima Shenji rushed towards the left front. However, No. 15 also quickly followed, still standing in front of Sima Shenji.

Sima Shenji hurriedly changed direction and rushed to the right front. The 15th followed.

"Biography!" Amu got rid of Oufeng's defense and retreated inside to ask for the ball.

Sima Shenji waved his hand - the ball was lost. was cut off by Luo Zhixiang.

Luo Zhi wanted to rush directly to the three-point line, facing the block of Li Changgeng who was following closely, and made a decisive shot - three non-sticks.

The Luo Yang Bing team was speechless.

"Counterattack!" Yan Kuan shouted.

Li Changgeng dribbled the ball to the three-point line, and in the face of Luo Zhixiang's defense, he made the same decisive shot - the same miss. The ball bounced into Ding Xuancan's hand.

Hong Cheng was even more speechless.

Unexpectedly, Ding Huangcan did not hand the ball to Luo Zhixiang, but threw it directly at the opponent's half.

Hong Cheng was taken aback. Everyone only noticed the ball, but they didn't notice that the number 15 had rushed towards the opposing half.

The number 15 received the ball with ease and made a three-point shot. Hit. 17：18。 The Luoyang Ice team overtook it.

"My day!" Sima Shenji scolded.

"This guy is not easy to deal with, Shenji, you be careful!" Yan Kuan said to Sima Shenji.

"Hmm!" Sima Shenji nodded.

"Keep it up!" Ding Huangcan shouted to No. 15.

The corners of No. 15's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling, but not completely.

Li Changgeng was still a little helpless, waved his hand, and passed the ball to Amu.

Amu stepped forward with the ball and pretended to break through. Ou Feng was not fooled.

"Pass ahead of me!" Nong Guang waved to Amu from behind Wang Xiaotian.

Amu waved his hand, and it was a long pass.

Nong Guang received the ball very easily, his back was close to Wang Xiaotian's right arm, squeezed hard to the inside, squeezed to within the three-second zone, suddenly retreated, turned around, and jumped. Striking iron.

Wang Xiaotian suddenly became quick and grabbed the rebound.

"What's going on?" Nongguang also scolded secretly in his heart.

Luo Zhixiang passed the ball to No. 15 again. No. 15 retreated from beyond the three-point line and made a shot.

At this moment, Sima Shenji jumped up and slapped the ball in No. 15's hand with his right hand - not fanning. Because the 15th didn't jump at all.

"Feint!" Sima Shenji exclaimed in his heart like his opponents.

With a wave of his hand on the 15th, the ball was in the hands of Luo Zhixiang, who had just gotten rid of Li Changgeng.

Luo Zhi wanted to jump up again - miss again. The audience booed.

Yan Kuan snapped the ball out of Ding Ming's ten fingers alive.

"Damn!" Ding Xuanguang burst into foul language again.

Then, Li Changgeng caught the basketball and jumped back into the net quickly. 19：18。 Hong Seong regained the lead. The audience burst into applause.

"It seems that his strength is above mine," Ding Xuanxuan thought to himself, "We have to change our tactics." ”

Wang Xiaotian got the ball, his back was close to Nongguang's left arm, and he squeezed into the three-second zone step by step, and also retreated, turned around, and made a jump shot - also missed. Nongguang protects the backcourt rebounds.

"Come on! Come on! "The cheers of the fans began to get neat and loud.

"The whole audience is tight*!" Ding Xuanguang shouted.

"Now with the full-court tight*?" Yan Kuan was a little confused.

Li Changgeng once again won the ball and dribbled across half the court. At the moment when he crossed the half-court line, Luo Zhixiang pasted it like a piece of chewed chewing gum.

Li Changgeng stopped, lowered the height of the dribble, and prepared to find an opportunity to pass. But he didn't know what to do with it. Each one is clinging to his or her counterpart.

Yan Kuan and Ding Huangxuan scrambled forward, both trying to block in front of each other, beads of sweat constantly dripping from their strong muscles, almost sticking the two of them together. The same goes for Wang Xiaotian and Nongguang. Sima Shenji kept running around, swinging from left to right, and from right to left, but he couldn't shake off the ghostly No. 15. Amu can hardly find it, he is difficult to adapt to this kind of high-intensity confrontation, completely suppressed by the European style, and he can't find the space to catch the ball at all. Even Li Changgeng himself was blocked by death, and it was really not much easier to pass the ball than to let Zhang Fei embroider.

14 seconds, 13 seconds, 12 seconds...... Attack time decreases second after second.

"Vote for yourself!" Yan Kuan shouted at Li Changgeng.

Li Changgeng took a step back, made a three-point shot, and the ball went in.

Li Changgeng stuck out his tongue, Luo Zhi wanted to look at it, it seemed to be a provocation, so he rolled his eyes at Li Changgeng twice.

"Back to the defense." Yan Kuan waved his hand.

In the next moment, Luo Zhixiang suddenly distributed the ball to No. 15, who was about to step on the bottom line.

The number 15 catches the ball and throws. No.

Wang Xiaotian grabbed the offensive rebound and threw the ball directly to Ou Feng near the three-point line, completely ignoring that Amu was still defending next to him.

"Smack", Amu cut off the ball from between Ou Feng's hands and directly took the ball to attack quickly. Sima Shenji also quickly rushed forward, and No. 15 was still close behind him.

"Relay!" Amu rushed to the front of the box, shouted, and threw the ball high to the top left of the basket.

Sima Shenji and No. 15 jumped one after the other.

At the moment when Sima Shenji's hands grasped the ball and were about to dunk it down, No. 15's right hand also fell suddenly.

"Smack", the sound of physical contact.

"Knock knock", the sound of two people landing on their four feet.

The innocent ball was shot out of bounds.

"Drop-" The referee decisively blew for a thug foul.

Sima Shenji stands on the free throw line. The two sides quickly got ready to grab the rebound.

"Whoosh-", the ball arcs in the air and hollows into the net. 20：18。

Li Changgeng gave a thumbs up to Sima Shenji.

"Whoosh-" The ball drew a line again, but this time it was an arc close to a straight line, and the angle was also off - it didn't go in.

Ding struggled to snatch the defensive rebound from Yan Kuan's hand.

"Attack!" Ding Huangcan threw the ball to Luo Zhixiang, and then rushed forward quickly.

Hongcheng also withdrew all the backfield to defend.

Luo Zhixiang slowed down his dribbling, as if he was wasting time or waiting for an opportunity. There are four minutes left in the first quarter.

20，19，18…… The attack time is still decreasing in seconds.

Luo Zhixiang didn't speed up at all, just like a walk.

"What is he going to do?" Li Changgeng was a little puzzled.

17，16，15…… At the moment when the offensive time on the electronic screen became "15", Luo Zhixiang suddenly raised the ball above his head with both hands and threw it hard to the upper right of the basket.

The audience was stunned for a second by the sudden change - except for the 15th.

By the time everyone reacted, No. 15 had already caught the ball in the air, his feet were off the ground, his hands were already in a pose, just waiting to dunk the ball into the basket.

But there's hardly anything impossible on the basketball court.

"Smack-" A big hand slammed the ball down.

Number 15 was taken aback, blinked, and saw everything in front of him.

Yan Kuanzheng smiled at him.

No. 15 couldn't cry or laugh.

Sima Shenji caught the ball steadily.

"Prepare for a counterattack!" Yan Kuan said this sentence the moment his feet landed.

"This guy is not easy to deal with." Number 15 thought.

Sima Shenji threw the ball to Li Changgeng, and then quickly rushed to the front court.

The rest of the team also rushed across the opposition half.

The Luoyang Bing team continued to tighten the whole court*.

Li Changgeng was about to break through with the ball by himself, and Luo Zhixiang immediately sealed it.

Li Chang Gung to the left. Luo Zhixiang also turned to the left.

Li Changgeng to the right. Luo Zhi also wanted to the right.

"Pass!" Nongguang shouted.

Li Changgeng stopped and prepared to pass the ball.

Nong Kwang retreated to the vicinity of the penalty area, raising his arms high and preparing to receive the ball. Wang Xiaotian was still clinging to his back. (To be continued.) )