Chapter 218: Massacre with both hands

This three-pointer made the Sun players' faces collectively green, and the entire American West Arena was also wailing. This attack took 17 seconds to complete, which means that the game has only 23 seconds left.
23 seconds?
The five pairs of eyes of the Jazz Legion looked at each other. They naturally knew what they were going to do. If they let the sun dry, they would die. If they want the ball, they must change the foul.
Fight one!
Just after the sun served, Croti pounced on fat Miller.
The Phoenix Trident's free throw shooting rate is extremely high, and Fat Miller as the sun's worst free throw player, 58.4% shooting rate is really the best choice, although the Jazz fouled this quarter, he sent Fat Miller twice Free throws, but this is the most reasonable way.
Miller took the free throw line, which was different from Li Shengli's. At this time, the American West Arena was quiet.
Boom!
A sweet voice sounded, Miller’s face was blue, and the trident led by Barkley was even more ugly. On the contrary, it was the jazz side. Li Shengli and Malone clapped to each other with joy, all in the face, and a few faces in the basket , The expression is too rich.
The second penalty.
Both sides held their breaths and stared at the basket, while Miller took a deep breath, his face flushed, and he threw the second ball out of his heart.
Boom!
The second penalty was also missed.
Li Shengli roared with excitement, Ma Long was killed from the other side, Li Ma teamed up and took the rebound, and the dejected sun did not give up, immediately gathered around.
Fortunately, Stockton passed through the crowd and took the ball. Under the pressure of the sun, he pushed forward hard, and Li Shengli and Malone were not fast. After all, there was no chance of a fast break. The two also had to take into account some unexpected factors and Stockton.
Pushed all the way to the frontcourt, Li Shengli settled on the edge of the penalty area, with 18 seconds left, and the Sun still led by 1 point.
...
As far as Jazz is concerned, they don't have many choices. Whether they score or not, this is their last round, and they even have to spend time to prevent them from being counterattacked by the Sun once again.
As for the sun...
Leading by 1 point, they won as long as they kept this round, but unlike the Jazz, they hoped to use a high-intensity defense to make the Jazz shoot faster.
Not scoring everything, only to be overtaken by 1 point, they also have a chance to get the ball back with foul tactics, send Li Shengli to the free throw line, and counterattack again!
Therefore, the victory and defeat of both sides are in the last ten seconds.
A round of life and death!
...
Kevin Johnson spotted Stockton, playing Stockton's signature three-way defense to the extreme, and Stockton quickly transferred the ball to the hand of Croti who was responding to him.
Anyway, it takes time.
In order to avoid mistakes, the Jazz passed the ball and almost all people took the ball close to the person, and until the last 10 seconds, saw the timer time jumped to single digits, the scene turned immediately, and both sides broke out an amazing fighting intention .
At a critical moment, any tactical arrangement is not as real as the star's personal strength.
Stockton broke through to attract the defense, and scored a ball to Croti. Croti, who had a bad chance, passed to Tyrone, and the Suns...Malley made a defense, Kevin directly missed Tyrone.
It is irrefutable that the more passes the ball, the greater the chance of error.
But the Jazz couldn’t help it. After Tyron reached the penalty area, he saw Buckley threw it over, and then simply distributed the ball to Malone. At the same time... Malone made a projection, and Barkley and Fat Miller were crazy. !
Malone, want to shoot?
No one dares to underestimate Malone's mid-range projection.
Flying pigs and fat pigs joined forces, but Ma Long grinned and threw the ball to Li Shengli.
In this round, all five of the Jazz touched the ball. Li Shengli unexpectedly acted as the terminator of this attack. The stride axe was prepared to smash the sun's life.
Under normal circumstances, Malone has attracted the inside of the sun. Li Shengli's physical quality is too simple to score this goal, but... the sun has a wonderful flower.
Although Fat Miller went to Malone, he couldn't jump at all, and he didn't jump, but he didn't move at all. There was no time for stagnation, and he rushed back to Li Shengli.
Li Shengli, who took off, saw Fat Miller, frowned, and put his hands on it, trying to smash the ball into the basket before Fat Miller arrived.
boom!
There was a muffled noise.
Fat Miller is also estimated to be unable to jump, tiptoe, holding Li Shengli's waist, and carried him out of the penalty area again. Li Shengli's face flushed red, not only a few Malone players, but also Jerry Sloan on the sidelines. It is also a thumping chest... after all, this is an opportunity for lore.
Fortunately, Li Shengli can still make free throws. Although his free throw percentage in this game is not optimistic, but there are 3 seconds left in the game, the sun has no chance of a counterattack. Of the 2 free throws, 1 wins overtime and 2 wins Just lore!
Winner, Li Shengli!
On the free throw line, all the members of the Jazz held their breath, but the live atmosphere of the American West Arena reached its peak. This fanaticism is far from comparable to the regular season...
The ecstasy of nearly 20,000 people screamed, overturned the dome of the American West Arena, and also resounded through Phoenix tonight. The so-called deafening is really no exaggeration. The ten players in the center of the sound wave are even shocked. Fainting.
"Brother, you are dead!" Fat Miller bent over to support his knees.
If this game is lost, he will lose all the two key free throws in the end, so he hopes that Li Shengli will also miss the penalty.
"Boy, look at the opposite side, that's all the fans prepared for you!" Buckley also grinned and distracted Li Shengli's attention.
"You guys, you die for me! Are you afraid of losing? Are you afraid of losing this group of waste?" Ma Long shouted badly, "Li, you..."
It was originally planned to give Li Shengli a steady state of mind, but what embarrassed Ma Long was... Li Shengli even shot the first free throw.
Uh!
The first ball hit.
When the situation is constant, the chaos is getting worse. The more you want to calm down, the more you can't calm down. So Li Shengli gritted his teeth and didn't want to get in. Anyway, he was going to vote sooner or later, and the more the more the more procrastination.
The goal was scored with a penalty, Li Shengli was determined, and the life in the basket was undoubtedly manifested at this moment...
The Phoenix Trident clenched his fists, and Fat Miller was trembling, afraid of Lee's victory. Stockton and Malone raised their brows. After all, there was overtime, and Croti was even more excited.
No penalty, overtime!
The penalty goes, the sun dies!
There didn't seem to be much choice in place, and after Li Shengli's second penalty emptied everything around him, he shot abruptly.
Boom!
The second penalty was missed?
There was a burst of enthusiastic shouting at the Messi Arena. Compared with being lore, playing overtime is really the best choice at the moment, and everyone with Malone holding the sun actually grabbed this rebound.
2 seconds!
Only 2 seconds left!
Malone, blocked by the Sun, couldn't pass the ball, and the game didn't leave him with time to guard the ball. He simply threw the ball high in the direction of the basket and took a chance.
luck?
Li Shengli does not believe in luck!
The moment Ma Long threw the ball, he took off from the free throw line. On one side were a few people around Ma Long fighting for rebounds. On the other side was Li Shengli who took off. No one had a chance to respond. The entire American West Arena... Two Among the pupils of more than 10,000 eyes, there is only a seven-foot of war.
Ma Long's luck was not good, and the ball thrown indiscriminately had no sight, but the violent Li Shengli intercepted the ball in mid-air, without any fancy, his hands were extremely powerful.
The kinetic energy of the take-off sprint, the gravity of the body falling, and the arm strength of the full state explosion, no one can imagine how powerful this big snap is!
boom!
In the last 0.5 seconds, a muffled sound raised the alarm of the entire American West Arena.
Lore!
Li Shengli lore!
Feel the comfortable feeling that the ball was smashed into the basket~EbookFREE.me~ Li Shengli suddenly had a bad hunch in the next second, and he ran towards the side. Malone and Barkley looked horrified. In the chilling eyes of the audience...the quality of the rebound was not broken, but even fell off the rack.
Oh!
There was another muffled sound, and everyone ran away, and Li Shengli, the creator, started off first, and Malone and Buckley and others ran away afterwards, except for... poor Fat Miller.
Because of his weight, his data for round-trip running in the restricted area was said to be a and no one refuted it. He thought it was just a physical test, but he never thought that...the key to escape at some point?
Boom!
Oh!
Fat Miller was kicked straight and the strength of the rebound pressure made him a squeezed fat, and the culprit of thinking of all this... "Li Shengli, I you uncle!"