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Mongla doesn't want to stop attacking!

For him, as long as he gives him the ball and someone cooperates with him, then he can score again!

But the rest of the Samba Legion didn't plan to go on the offensive anymore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 With less than five minutes left in the game, plus injury time, at most seven minutes, as long as they hold on to the last seven minutes, then they will win and the championship will be theirs!

The ball was completely absent in the middle, and the person in possession of the ball had no intention of cutting forward at all, so in the middle of the exchange, someone made a mistake!

Yes, Ronaldo again!

He's obviously a striker, but he's in the midfield!

However, it is precisely because of his mistake that the players of the Chinese Dream Team are angry again, and the opportunity is here again!

Three minutes later, the Chinese Dream Team made a comeback again! It was Liu Junmin again, after the opponent blocked the pass mistake, decisively organized the attack, and Sima Hao's cooperation completely shook off the opponent's defense, this time he approached several meters and pulled his foot in front of the penalty area! A sudden hanging shot frightened the goalkeeper to retreat quickly in embarrassment, but fortunately he still touched the ball when he jumped up and dragged the ball out of the goal frame. Otherwise, the score will really be rewritten!

"Attack!" Monla let out a low growl.

"Monla, after eighty-five minutes of this battle, the brothers are exhausted, not everyone is as evil as you!" said one of the players.

"We just need to defend well, just hold on for the last five minutes and the title will be ours!"

"yes!"

"Captain, there's no need to make the other party so ugly!"

......

"Attack!" Manel said with a serious expression, very serious.

"I agree with Manel!"

"Attacking is the best defense, we have to attack, so that the opponent has no time to attack, only then will the championship belong to us Brazilians!" Manel said.

Monla looked at Manel and smiled with relief.

"Attack, brothers, in the last five minutes, let them know that Brazil is the kingdom of football for all!" Ronaldo said encouragingly, clenching his fists.

A lot of what they speak is Portuguese, and some of the Chinese Dream Team don't understand it at all, but Gong Jizun and Liu Junmin do.

"They're going to attack!" Liu Junmin's face changed, and he said seriously, "In the last five minutes, no matter what, we have to hold on, as long as we have the opportunity, we must seize it!"

"Hmm!"

The Brazilian sent the ball, and Zhou Mingkai passed straight to the feet of Oscar on the side, Oscar was obviously a little tired at this time, but what Manel said just now was so passionate and burning, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on taking the ball out.

With only three dribbles on the ball, he immediately chose to pass.

Manel in the middle gets the ball!

A series of rumors once again let the world see the true strength of the Samba Army. Even Ouyang Qingfeng admired their tacit understanding very much!

The opportunity was very good, Manel cut in by himself, but was stopped by Gong Jizun, he was going to hand the ball to Ronaldo, and Ronaldo was also closely watched at this time.

"Give it to me!" asked the Monla midfielder!

Manel looked at Mongla and hesitated, but it was only because of a moment that Ouyang Qingfeng chased after Monla.

He was the only one on the scene who could stop Mongla!

"Ouyang, you can't shake me!" Mongla said confidently.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Hehe!" Mongla laughed, "Even if you are a Brazilian professional player, you may not be able to bargain in front of me!"

"That's because they're too weak!"

"You're getting louder!" Monla said.

"Aren't you too!"

"That'...... Come on, just cut it off!"

As Monla spoke, his foot stretched out and he stopped Manel's pass steadily, and he didn't even see it, so he stopped the ball firmly at his feet!

Whether it is Ouyang Qingfeng or Manel who passes the ball, his heart is somewhat shocked!

This Mengla, the ball sense is so strong!

Mongla took the ball, he put Ouyang Qingfeng away, but he was followed by him, as if his next move was seen through by Ouyang Qingfeng. Meng La was very puzzled, in fact, Ouyang Qingfeng didn't know much about it, since his eyes hurt all night, it seemed that the Vision of God had improved again.

Not only can you see a wider field of vision, but you can even see the micro-reactions of the opponent's body and immediately judge the next move!

After a few rounds, Meng La was finally stopped by Ouyang Qingfeng and even pulled the ball away!

"It's a lot of progress!"

"Thank you!"

"But you still can't get past me, you can only follow me and keep an eye on me!"

"Try it!" After speaking, Ouyang Qingfeng immediately made a very realistic feint, followed by a change of direction and inward cutting, and Meng La immediately followed, not being swayed by the feint at all!

Ouyang Qingfeng took a kickback, his body turned, the speed was very fast, he tried to break through from the other direction, and as soon as he turned around, Meng La followed behind him again.

It seems that he has also seen through his next intention, and it is exactly the same as his own defense against Mongla.

"They all said you couldn't fool me!"

"Come on!" Ouyang Qingfeng suddenly took a deep breath, and slammed his foot on the ground, and the ball actually bounced...... It was as if frozen in place, neither he nor Monla moved.

The ball also floats low in the air.

Suddenly, the corners of Ouyang Qingfeng's mouth raised, and at the moment when Meng La blinked, his figure flashed, and his strange steps shook directly past Meng La! At this time, Ibu Soya in front of the TV looked at Ouyang Qingfeng incredulously, his face full of anger, "A Thousand Illusions Lost!"

Yes, this is really Ibsoya's mastery, a thousand illusions!

How many superstars' weird steps have been shaken!

Just when Ouyang Qingfeng was proud, he just took a step forward with the ball, just one step. Mongla pushed his body, stepped his foot, and stopped directly in front of him!

What the?

Ouyang Qingfeng was shocked!

Ibusoya, who was watching the game in front of the TV, was even more surprised!

This......

This Chinese-Brazilian boy is so strong that he can't even shake him off his thousand illusions!

"I said, you can't shake me!"

Ouyang Qingfeng's face changed, and he was very ugly.

Just when he changed his face, Mongla seized the opportunity, stole his foot, and pulled the ball over, seeing that the ball was about to be lost, he actually reacted to it.

At this time, I don't know why, Ouyang Qingfeng's mind actually appeared that Huo Laojin had taught him square dance.

"Don't be in a daze...... You see, as soon as the ball stops at your feet, he will come to this position, normal people can't snatch it, but powerful people can take him away, and you only need to use the second form in the maze step at this time, so ...... Not only is the ball still at your feet, but the person who came to snatch you will also be left behind by you. ”

It seems that in his memory, Huo Laojin taught a trick called ...... "Chase the Central Plains!"

Ouyang Qingfeng's body flashed, his steps changed, his feet pulled the ball without letting the ball leave his feet at all, and his strange pace quickly switched past Meng La's side.

Even Mongla didn't react, at this time he had already run to the Brazilian backfield!

"How...... How could it be!" Monla froze where she was.

The audience was in an uproar!

All of a sudden, all the fans went crazy, and the people who supported the Chinese Dream Team couldn't help but stand up and shout!

This is their last hope, and the last performance before the end!(To be continued.) )