67 to 67.

Time jumps forward by one second, 2 minutes and 26 seconds.

Mo Yichen was directly in charge of the ball and advanced towards the backcourt of Beifu. This is the way of attack that everyone can guess, the offense of Youth Middle School can only rely on him, and now it is time for the knife to see blood, even if Mo Yichen's physical strength is on the verge of collapse, but the basketball must be shot from his hand.

Syllable.

Syllable.

The reverberation of the basketball landing reverberated over the arena, creating an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere.

There were no more cheers, no more boos, no more words, everyone's eyes were like torches, looking at the hideous and focused face together, sweat flowed wantonly on that arrogant and confident face, falling into the floor with his feet step on drop by drop, his hand controlled the ball powerfully, it seemed that every ball sound was threatening Beifu's defense, threatening to resist Mo Yichen's first line of defense, and it was also their strongest and most relied on single defense line, Whistling Sky.

Mo Yichen's eyes were probing, reading the defense of the Northern Mansion.

Bu Xiaotian is an arrow, doing a single defense at the front, which he guessed after the pause, Beifu will not be in danger of moving Zhong Jinyun to defend his position again.

Behind him is a bag that resembles two wings, which are the opponent's outside line No. 20 and inside line No. 10. Although his teammates tried their best to fight for the opening of the space, Beifu had already made up his mind to seal his offensive line, so almost all the personnel were near his sides, extending from the periphery to the inside, which was very layered.

Net.

Beifu has laid out a net that can devour all prey, whether you are a cunning wolf or a mighty lion, this net is extremely threatening, it seems to Mo Yichen that it is so obvious, but it seems to be deliberately telling him: This is a trap, don't come in!

Mo Yichen suddenly glanced at the sidelines, his eyes separated and he couldn't figure it out, but he had to get nervous immediately. He didn't know where the person in front of him was looking at just now, or if it was a trick to distract himself. At that moment, even Bu Xiaotian himself would not pay attention, and his always indifferent iceberg-like face would flash with a panic that he had never felt before.

Mo Yichen quickly retracted his attention and looked at the opponent in front of him again. And his heart sounded a question,

Are you afraid of me? Are you scared of my score? Or do you think this kind of defense can stop me?

"Cut."

A scorn.

Scold!

One step at a time.

Mo Yichen's footsteps invaded Beifu's defensive circle, his feet stepped into this net, and danger condensed from everywhere, but he also approached the realm of Bu Xiaotian like danger.

The right hand swings sideways, and the ball slams the floor.

The person in Bu Xiaotian's eyes was rushing towards his face in a very distorted, but terrifying manner.

He suddenly moved to the left, his left foot invaded his defensive circle, his left shoulder sank very quickly, and his left hand also received the basketball at that moment, but Bu Xiaotian's instinct told him that this move was fraud!

Yes, Mo Yichen's body was still writhing, his right foot was also stepping out, his right shoulder was also sinking rapidly, and his left hand was trending inward.

At that moment, just when Bu Xiaotian's spirit was highly concentrated on judging the most likely direction of Mo Yichen's breakthrough, Mo Yichen suddenly stopped all his movements and took off straight in front of Bu Xiaotian's eyes.

"What!"

There was an uproar at the scene.

Everyone who could see this was amazed by the incredible flexibility of the body.

And just when Bu Xiaotian, Mu Shangtian, and Li Yuan jumped up together, opened their hands, and threw themselves towards Mo Yichen with regret, they saw the face that highlighted the royal power, and looked at them fearlessly, like looking down on a weak ant as arrogant.

Yes, Mo Yichen is warning his opponent with the most disdainful emotion in his heart: Although Chengying has no sword body, if the sword shadow is waved, blood will be splashed!

The ball shone like light, penetrating the defense of the three and flying towards the basket.

Brush.

Hollow into the net.

The score finally ended the stalemate, and Mo Yichen told Beifu with a score that no one could take lightly: The net can only hunt mortal things!

"Can't you prevent this?"

Zhong Jinyun, who was switching defensive positions with Bu Xiaotian, panicked in his heart, and the trust and fighting spirit that the team had built up in the timeout just now seemed to be shattering after this second.

In fact, countless supporters of Beifu No. 1 Middle School were panicked, and a thought that had never existed before surfaced in everyone's mind for the first time,

Beifu is going to lose.

Even the small group in Class 4 that had never had such an idea was born with such an idea.

They're going to lose.

Whether it was facing the Imperial Capital, the Imperial City Middle School, or the opponents before the tryouts, they never wavered in the slightest bit of faith, because they all firmly believed that that person would definitely have a way to turn the tide.

Yes, they have always believed that Zhong Jinyun will find an opportunity to lead the team out of danger, just as he has done before.

But this time, they wavered.

Mo Yichen seems to be stronger than Zhong Jinyun, stronger than Zhong Jinyun, who they have never seen lose.

Mo Yichen from Youth Middle School crushed their beliefs again and again, just like just now. And the person they trust the most has been unable to find their life for a long time. The door of life was fiercely held in Mo Yichen's hands.

What made Beifu's supporters even more devastated was that Qingchun Middle School once again blocked Beifu's attack in defense, and Bu Xiaotian's mid-range shot was missed.

That 'bell' was like a heavy blow to a heart like ice, and the shattering was a foregone conclusion.

And it was the shadow that broke through the scabbard that gave this final blow - Mo Yichen!

He was rushing towards the backfield of Beifu, Beifu's retreat can already be described by throwing away his armor, everyone has never seen such an embarrassed Beifu No. 1 Middle School, the inside line didn't have time to retreat, not to mention, Bu Xiaotian didn't have time to recover from the disappointment, Zhong Jinyun was thrown clean in the midfield.

Only Mu Shangtian was left in the backfield.

But just as Mo Yichen despised in his heart, overlooked, and confident,

How could this man stop him!

Dribbling under his crotch, the ice surface of the mind shattered in Mo Yichen's retracted hand.

Everything seemed to him, but the clouds were light and light.

71 to 67, Mo Yichen is pulling the score away again!

Belief can be amplified and strengthened, and the same fear and sense of defeat can spread in the Beifu formation, from off the field to on the field.

Time out?

Mei Qian is extremely entangled in her heart, she only has one timeout to call, but there is still 1 minute and 36 seconds left, this timeout must be delayed for a while, but the team has no offense to speak of.

As a point guard, Zhong Jinyun did not communicate with him, so he ran to the front court alone.

Didn't he calm down either?

In other words, the belief established during the team's timeout has collapsed and has been destroyed by Mo Yichen.

Just when Mei Qian was anxious, the words of the explanation made her also on the verge of collapse.

"The operation of basketball in Beifu came to a standstill, Zhong Jinyun took advantage of the position to cover the shot, and the ball was deflected again."

Zhong Jinyun!

Su Ying shouted loudly in her heart, she wanted to cheer him on, and ignite the extinguished flame in his helpless eyes, but the lonely back made people feel useless even to speak.

Zhong Jinyun?

Zhang Yuqi watched from a distance, and couldn't say the mixed feelings in her heart, even if she didn't understand basketball, she could taste the bitterness until now, and the word 'defeat' was vaguely written in the bleak back.

The commentary is still talking fast,

Li Lang clicked on the frontcourt rebound, and Li Yuan grabbed the basketball in the crowd.

Mu Shangtian received the basketball, outside the three-point line!

Mo Yichen was rushing towards him, and that terrifying face quickly filled his entire eye socket.

Time is passing rapidly, and Beifu's life hangs by a thread!