Jing Ke's rapid breakthrough reminded Zhong Jinyun that this junior high school kid is not so simple.

It not only tests the basic skills and ball sense of street ball players, but more importantly, its performance skills.

Jing Ke handed the ball to Zhong Jinyun, who had returned to the middle line, with a smile on his face, and the ball went to him first.

Zhong Jinyun caught the ball and began to think about the next method.

What would you do against an opponent who was much thinner than you?

What would you do against an opponent who was shorter than you?

What do you do against an opponent who is thinner than you and shorter than you?

The answer is simple – back hit!

Zhong Jinyun has practiced his back and faced Jing Ke, this move is really the preferred technique now.

But Zhong Jinyun won't, is the reason?

Because it's so low, in the hands of a real streetball player, the back is just a trick, not the supreme offensive means, I want to use real feints to complete the score, only the opposing player is shaken to the floor, making that heart-pounding "bang" sound, this is the highest aesthetic of streetball.

Even though I'm saying goodbye to this streetball world, this time I'm going to do it!

"He's serious!"

Su Ying whispered, and Zhang Yuqi nodded.

The ball is in your ears, and you can attack with the ball.

On the left, Zhong Jinyun still chose a direction of attack that he preferred.

For most street players, the right hand is generally the dominant hand, so breaking through the right hand is almost a familiar and efficient option for them, but the best way to hit the opponent is to use both hands to give the opponent the best blow, because the left side is often the place with the most flaws, and the left side of the beginner defense is almost zero.

Zhong Jinyun paid attention, and the speed of the ball began to increase.

At this time, Jing Ke was also staring at Zhong Jinyun with all his whole body, and the sideways action made Zhong Jinyun a little surprised, and the offensive picture in his mind was instantly clear. He's already settled that this little guy won't be a simple dish,

He's a feast!

Drink!

The ball hits the floor hard.

The sudden slight leap of the feet and the rapid protrusion of the right foot on the knee are a fierce step because it is the most important thing to taste this dish!

Jing Ke quickly moved his steps in that reaction time of almost half a second, and his center of gravity moved to the left side of his defense in an instant, and his eyes were fixed on the ground with Zhong Jinyun's right foot, which fell quickly.

Syllable!

With another heavy buckle, Zhong Jinyun smiled softly, his left hand quickly dropped the ball forward, and his right foot, which had just almost exhausted all his momentum, suddenly retracted, and at this moment Jing Ke's pupils were dilating, because the center of gravity of the person in front of him had always been on his left hand.

This is Harden Step!

The high-level pace of the combination of virtual and real!

Before Jing Ke could turn around, Zhong Jinyun flew lightly, his ape arm slightly extended, and completed the layup to score.

1 to 1.

"Good ball, Zhong Jinyun's pace is amazing!" Su Qi exclaimed.

The score returned to the same level again, and Jing Ke stood on the outside, waiting for Zhong Jinyun's serve.

Zhong Jinyun took the basketball back, walked up to Jing Ke, and passed the ball over with a friendly smile.

"It's your turn, boy."

"That trick just now, Harden is so powerful." Jing Ke smiled, his face childish.

As soon as Zhong Jinyun grinned, he saw the corner of Jing Ke's mouth twitch, and turned down: "I don't know brother, do you know the flow of assassins?" ”

Assassin Stream!

Zhong Jinyun felt a particularly cold current in his mind, and then he felt frostbitten all over his body.

Of course Zhong Jinyun knows these three words.

The long-standing and well-known style of play in the field of streetball, known for its speed and weirdness, pursues a fast style of play, often changes the style of play, changes the rhythm, and completes the score while the opponent has not yet recovered from his senses, and the assassin stream also has more advanced skills and strategies. Ghost Blade, the grandmaster of the Assassin stream, is relying on this style of play to occupy a place in the streetball field, enjoying the admiration and support of streetball people.

Zhong Jinyun's gaze swept over Jing Ke's body carefully, wanting to know how much was hidden in this childish face that he should know at his age, and even knew this genre.

Jing Ke - Assassin!

Suddenly, a sneer flashed at the corner of Jing Ke's mouth.

"Hmph."

The ball landed, and the Assassin was watching his opponent's every move, waiting for his enemy's action.

Zhong Jinyun's brows tightened, his body unconsciously began to become alert, and his cheeks began to sweat unconsciously, at this moment, his eyes were no longer on the court, as if he was in an attic with ventilation on all sides, and everywhere he saw was endless night.

Suddenly, Jing Ke's ball speed changed, from heavy to light, from fast to slow, and his eyes became more sharp.

The rustling of leaves, in the dark of night this symbolizes the most dangerous signal, because the enemy is approaching!

"Whoosh!"

There was an icy breath in the air, the moon shadow appeared, and the assassin attacked!

A rapid change of direction, switching from left hand to right hand. The momentum suddenly changed from Jing Yi to fierce, Jing Ke swept the wind, and chose Zhong Jinyun's left hand, which was also his own right hand, the strongest hand.

Beads of sweat were scattered, Zhong Jinyun's gaze turned black in an instant, Jing Ke's body was low in an instant, and his footsteps didn't seem to make a sound, just like the sharpest sword was unsheathed in the dark night, and the head of the sword pointed at the most vulnerable throat.

This shadow is very fast, Zhong Jinyun doesn't know the reality and reality, so he has to take a strain immediately, and he wants to follow this shadow.

Bell!

Suddenly, he heard a swift sword draw, piercing the falling beads of sweat.

Assassin strike!

Where is it? Where is it?

Zhong Jinyun's sweat became more and more, more and more uncontrollable, and the shadow that he could see in front of him was reaching out behind him, but he felt that he was in the dark night, and every step was dangerous and unknown.

Syllable!

The sound sounded in the back of his head, gloomy, and Zhong Jinyun looked at it, and there was no ball in Jing Ke's hand.

Split the ball?

Zhong Jinyun looked flustered, and his brain kept reminding him: behind, behind!

The head couldn't help but turn back, and there was still no sign of the basketball. Zhong Jinyun was surprised: Where is the truth?

Turning back again, a blank flashed where his eyes were locked, and Jing Ke swept over Zhong Jinyun's body, and it was the disappearing basketball that he was controlling in his hand.

Pass!

There was an exclamation from the sidelines, and at this moment his thoughts returned to the court, and Jing Ke had already completed the score - this was the most bizarre assassination.

Zhong Jinyun has been recruited!