Honk!

The ball in the backcourt of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School.

The point guard who just came on the court in Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, Yuan Hao is advancing with the ball.

"We see that Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School has replaced most of the main players, and it seems that the overall situation has been decided."

Tension analysis occupies.

21 points, in the fourth quarter, no one can steal the fruits of such a victory, this is a national competition, and a shocking comeback opportunity is impossible.

Li Haiming finally sat down, and after a long sigh of relief, he could finally have the leisure to drink water and relax himself.

And in the stands,

Li Muxin, who had been watching the battle, couldn't relax, and the doubts in her heart were still the boy she met by chance on the plane, and the boy was still on the field.

"Brother is like this, is it really okay?"

Li Muxin stared at the '24' jersey and was distracted.

……

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School slowed down.

It makes sense that now it only needs to be delayed.

Yuan Hao handled the basketball unhurriedly on the outside, so that Xu Lang, who re-appeared, was ignored every time he asked for the ball, which made him angry. It was a great time to win the trust of the manager, but he still couldn't get the ball.

"Hey, Yuan Hao, give me the ball!"

Xu Lang saw that there was not much time to attack, and the ball was spinning around and returned to Yuan Hao's hand, which made him anxious this time.

Yuan Hao glanced at Xu Lang twice, and was forced to hand over the ball because he was the starting scoring guard.

The moment Xu Lang received the ball, Zhong Jinyun stuck up like a ghost.

"What!"

Xu Lang was shocked, his steps couldn't help but move back, and the ball was forced to be put down.

Xu Lang had never seen the person in front of him so terrifying, those eyes were as dark red as if they were soaked in blood, and Xu Lang could clearly see himself from those two eyeballs, as fragile as the prey targeted by death.

My heart trembled unconsciously.

Zhong Jinyun didn't make the slightest move, his eyes were locked on Xu Lang's body, as if he had penetrated his soul.

Suddenly, Zhong Jinyun raised his hand, and that posture was as terrifying as the death sickle in Xu Lang's eyes.

Sou!

Xu Lang chose to pass.

"Oh my God!"

Yes, that's right, when the offensive time was about to end, Xu Lang, the starting guard of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, actually chose to pass back, and Yuan Hao, who received the ball, had no time to adjust at all, so he had to make a hasty shot.

Clang!

Miss!

"What is Xu Lang doing!"

Zhao Xunbin scolded off the field.

"It's okay, there's no way they're going to be able to turn it over."

Li Xingjue hurriedly reassured.

Beifu ball possession!

After Weiss controlled the ball at half-time, he immediately passed the ball to Zhong Jinyun, who was not running.

Offensive and defensive reversal!

Zhong Jinyun was standing indifferently in front of Xu Lang, his bloody eyes scanning the person in front of him, reading the level of fear in his heart.

Scold!

The speed is even faster than before, and under the camera, only a moment of white shadow can be captured!

Xu Lang didn't react at all and was completely thrown over.

The Fuzhou substitutes who were replaced on the field obviously didn't pay much attention to this bloodthirsty demon, and almost in a second, the white shadow was vacated in the penalty area.

Bang!

In the boring moment of the game, a clasp of destruction sounded.

Almost without warning, it just happened so completely that everyone was dumbfounded.

The bloody Zhong Jinyun made waves in the Fuzhou penalty area, and he barely looked at his opponents squarely.

The game continues.

The light enemy of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School continued.

Just when they felt at ease, Zhong Jinyun once again flashed over Xu Lang, who was completely panicked, and rushed to the forbidden area, the supreme battlefield that belonged to him.

"Drink!"

With a roar, Chen Xitian, the substitute power forward who made up the defense, couldn't help but tremble with his feet.

And at this moment, Zhong Jinyun forcibly took three steps!

In an instant, Zhong Jinyun broke through Chen Xitian, using his ghost-like and lightning-fast speed.

The last city wall of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, Jing Yan, who was not replaced, had been waiting for a long time, jumping at the same time as Zhong Jinyun took three steps, he knew how terrifying this person was, if it wasn't for his sudden strength, they would have already won this game.

However, at this moment, Zhong Jinyun wants to tell them that it is too early!

"Die!"

Zhong Jinyun roared, picked up the basketball that had been raised above his head with his right hand, and smashed it on Jing Yan's head desperately.

Bang!

The hoop shook violently, and a second later, the referee's whistle sounded sharply.

Everything was too sudden, no one could react, no one could believe that the white-robed warrior in the formation of Beifu No. 1 Middle School, who had lost his last breath, could complete such a rare dunk.

The audience burst into boos and cheers, and Zhong Jinyun, who was under the spotlight, lightly glanced at Jing Yan, who had been shocked to the outside of the field, and said without pity: "Cut." He turned and walked towards the free throw line.

The second brother, Wes, couldn't control his excitement and ran towards Zhong Jinyun, but when he got closer, he found that his elbow had been cut by someone, and blood was oozing out of his body drop by drop.

But he didn't have time to call Zhong Jinyun, so he was blocked back by his indifferent and fierce face.

Brush!

The penalty was hit, and the players on the field of Zhongbeifu were inexplicably encouraged, and accelerated their pace and retreated towards the backcourt.

Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School hurriedly sorted out the endgame and marched towards the front, the round of offensive just now still shocked them, and Xu Lang had already completely collapsed and lost his mind.

A hasty shot was decisively rejected by the basket, and the offense of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School completely stalled.

The moment Wess got the basketball, there was a white shadow next to him running towards the front court at a rare speed.

Don't think about it, it must be Zhong Jinyun!

Wes made a long pass forward, looking for the Windchild who was galloping.

Yuan Hao, who was the fastest to retreat, thought that the defense was worry-free, but he found that it was the bloodthirsty demon who was close to him.

And the ball is flying towards itself!

Everything is imminent!

The audience was silent, and I saw Zhong Jinyun take a step towards Yuan Hao, and this step completely blocked Yuan Hao behind him, and suddenly turned his back to the basketball that flew over from the backcourt.

And all this happened on the premise that the two did not stop moving.

Almost all of them were crying out at that moment the doubts in their hearts:

What are you going to do, Zhong Jinyun!

In the next second, the ball flew into Zhong Jinyun's arms, and in an instant, he put the ball down, and with a horizontal throw of his right hand, the ball passed through Yuan Hao, who was retreating, at a very fast speed, and at the same time, his body quickly turned in the opposite direction.

The ball is divided!

What horror can be compared to Yuan Hao, who is the person concerned, he is experiencing all this in a daze!

"What is this!"

The commentators shouted in unison.

The audience roared, and no one had ever seen such an action.

And it, what was supposed to be an action in the world of football, miraculously happened on the basketball court.

The son of chasing the wind, the knife is up and down, and the layup is successful!

The moment the basketball fell into the bag, the audience burst into thunderous applause, dedicated to this supreme warrior.

All the main players of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School on the bench couldn't help but stand up and walked towards the coach, but Li Haiming had already stood up in shock, and the bottle of freshly boiled water was spilled on the ground.

Just as Li Haiming was about to signal a timeout to the referee, the panicked Yuan Hao had already sent out a basketball.

Syllable!

The ball was intercepted by Zhong Jinyun without suspense!

Behind him, Xu Lang hadn't recovered yet.

Zhong Jinyun jumped towards Yuan Hao, who rushed over.

At that moment, the lights flickered incessantly, the air was filled with blood, and the discerning spectators stood up in unison, raising their arms high, and the man who was watched by more than ten thousand pairs of eyes leaped up resolutely, looking down on everything like a king, and all these things were less than his eyes once.

Pitch, as long as it's on the pitch, don't expect me to grovel!

Brush!

The basketball made a brilliant trajectory and fell straight into the net bag.

Whew!

The cheers exploded, and it was a peerless performance that no one expected.

Even Su Ying, who was outside the computer screen, couldn't help jumping up and shouted loudly: "I knew he wouldn't give up, I knew it!" ”

And Zhong Jinyun, who scored ten points in a row, coldly faced all the players of Fuzhou No. 7 Middle School, raised his right hand sharply, and cut his neck fiercely!

Those bloody eyes made everyone who looked at it retreat without stopping.

Honk!

An embarrassed timeout whistle sounded.

Li Haiming watched as his 21-point advantage was reduced to 11 points in just 2 minutes, his teeth clenched, and his eyes longed to stare at Zhong Jinyun for bleeding.

All thanks to that hateful boy!

Damn number 24!

Wait,

I'm going to make you and your team finished!