Chapter 220 Two-Handed Slam Dunk to Kill

This three-pointer made the faces of the Suns players turn green, and the entire American West Arena was wailing. This offense took 17 seconds to complete, which meant that there was only... 23 seconds left in the game.

23 seconds?

The Jazz Legion's five pairs of eyes looked at each other, and they naturally knew what they were going to do. If they let the sun dry up, they would die. If they want the ball, they must give it a foul.

Give it a try!

As soon as the Suns served, Crotty went straight to Fat Miller.

The Phoenix Trident's free throw shooting rate is extremely high, and Fat Miller, as the Suns' worst free throw shooting player, is really the best choice with a 58.4% shooting rate. Although the Jazz fouled Fat Miller twice in this section. Free throws, but that's the most logical approach.

Miller stepped to the free throw line. Unlike Li Shengli, the American West Arena was quiet at this time.

Boom!

A pleasant voice sounded. Miller's face was livid. The Trident led by Barkley looked even more ugly. On the Jazz side, Li Shengli and Malone clapped their hands and celebrated. The joy was all on their faces, and several faces under the basket , the expression is too rich.

Second penalty.

Both sides held their breath and stared at the basket. Miller, who took the free throw, took a deep breath, his face turned red, and he threw the second ball with a heart.

Boom!

The second free throw was missed.

Li Shengli roared excitedly, Malone came out from the other side, Li and Ma teamed up to win the rebound, but the frustrated Suns didn't give up and immediately surrounded him.

Fortunately, Stockton passed through the crowd and took the ball. With the Suns pressing hard, he pushed forward hard. Li Shengli and Malone were not fast either. After all, there was no chance for a fast break. , the two also had to consider some unexpected factors to protect Stockton.

Pushing all the way to the frontcourt, Li Shengli landed on the edge of the penalty area. With 18 seconds left, the Suns were still 1 point ahead.

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As far as the Jazz are concerned, they don't have many choices. Regardless of whether they score or not, this is their last round. They even have to run out of time to prevent the Suns from counterattacking again after scoring.

As for the sun...

Leading by 1 point, they would win as long as they held on to this round, but unlike the Jazz, they hoped to use high-intensity defense to make the Jazz take action faster.

If they don't score, everything will be fine. If they score, they will only be overtaken by 1 point. They also have the opportunity to use foul tactics to get the ball back and send Li Shengli to the free throw line to counterattack again!

Therefore, the outcome of both sides lies in the last ten seconds.

One round determines life and death!

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Kevin Johnson marked Stockton, pushing Stockton's signature three-way defense to the extreme, and Stockton quickly transferred the ball to Crotty who connected with him.

It just takes time anyway.

In order to avoid mistakes in passing and receiving, the Jazz almost always held the ball close to each other. Until the last 10 seconds, when the timer jumped to single digits, the scene suddenly changed, and both sides broke out with amazing fighting spirit. .

At critical moments, any tactical arrangement is not as realistic as the individual strength of the stars.

Stockton broke through to attract the defense, and passed the ball to Crotty. Crotty, who had a bad opportunity, passed it to Tyrone, and on the Suns side... Marley made up the defense, and Kevin went straight to Tyrone, who missed the breakthrough.

It is irrefutable that the more the ball is passed, the greater the chance of a turnover.

But the Jazz had no choice. After Tyrone reached the penalty area, he saw Barkley rushing over and simply gave the ball to Malone. At the same time... Malone made a shooting action, and Barkley and Fat Miller went crazy. !

Malone, want to cum?

No one dares to underestimate Malone's mid-range shooting.

Feizhu and Feizhu joined forces, but Ma Long grinned and threw the ball to Li Shengli again.

In this round, all five members of the Jazz touched the ball once. Li Shengli unexpectedly acted as the terminator of this attack, taking long strides to smash the ball with an axe, preparing to smash the Suns' life gate.

Under normal circumstances, Malone attracts the Suns inside. It would be too easy for Li Shengli's physical fitness to score this goal, but...the Suns have something strange.

Although Fat Miller was running towards Ma Long, he couldn't jump at all, and being unable to jump was better than being unable to jump. There was no time to stay in the air, so he turned around and rushed towards Li Shengli.

Li Shengli took off when he saw Fat Miller. He frowned and put more force on his hands, hoping to hit the ball into the basket before Fat Miller arrived.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

Fat Miller probably couldn't jump either. He stood on tiptoes, hugged Li Shengli's waist, and carried him out of the penalty area again. Li Shengli's face turned red with anger. Not only the Malone players, but also Jerry Sloan on the sidelines. I'm also beating my chest... After all, this is a chance to win.

Fortunately, Li Shengli can still shoot free throws. Although his free throw shooting rate in this game is not optimistic, there are 3 seconds left in the game and the Suns have no chance to counterattack. Of the 2 free throws, 1 was made in overtime and 2 were made. Just kill it!

The winner is Li Shengli!

Stepping to the free throw line, all members of the Jazz held their breath, but the atmosphere at America West Arena reached its peak. This kind of enthusiasm was far beyond the regular season...

The selfless roar of nearly 20,000 people overturned the dome of the American West Arena and resounded throughout the Phoenix City tonight. The so-called deafening roar is really not an exaggeration. Even the ten players at the center of the roar were shaken. Fainting.

"Brother, you're dead!" Fat Miller bent over and propped up his knees.

If he loses this game, he will have to take the blame if he misses the last two crucial free throws, so he hopes that Li Shengli will also miss the free throw.

"Boy, look at the other side. Those are gifts prepared for you by the fans!" Barkley also grinned widely to distract Li Shengli.

"You all, go to hell! Are you afraid of losing? Are you losers afraid of losing?" Ma Long looked unkind and shouted, "Li, you..."

Originally, he planned to calm Li Shengli's mentality, but what embarrassed Malone was... Li Shengli actually shot the first free throw.

Uh-huh!

The first shot hit.

The more he tried to calm down, the more he couldn't calm down. So Li Shengli gritted his teeth and didn't care whether he made it or not. He was going to vote sooner or later anyway, and the longer he delayed, the more impatient he became.

After scoring a free throw, Li Shengli was determined, and the various aspects of life under the basket were undoubtedly revealed at this moment...

The Phoenix Trident clenched their fists, and Fat Miller trembled all over, fearing that Li Shengli would score a winning goal; Stockton and Malone relaxed their brows, after all, there was overtime, and Crotty was even more excited.

Missed the penalty, overtime!

Penalty goes in, the sun dies!

There didn't seem to be many options left, and after Li Shengli's second free throw cleared everything around him, he took action boldly.

Boom!

Missed the second free throw?

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the American West Arena. Compared with being defeated, playing overtime is really the best option at the moment, and Malone and everyone in the Suns actually grabbed this rebound in their hands.

2 seconds!

Only 2 seconds left!

Malone, who was blocked by the Suns, really couldn't pass the ball, and the game didn't leave him any time to protect the ball. He simply raised the ball high and threw it toward the basket to try his luck.

luck?

Li Shengli doesn’t believe in luck!

The moment Malone threw the ball, he took off from the free throw line. On one side were several people surrounding Malone fighting for the rebound. On the other side was Li Shengli who took off. No one had a chance to react, and the entire American West Arena... two people Among the pupils of thousands of pairs of eyes, there is only one seven-foot war god.

Malone was unlucky and the ball he threw randomly had no aim, but Li Shengli, who was running wild, intercepted the ball in mid-air without any tricks and dunked it with super strong hands.

The kinetic energy of taking off and sprinting, the gravity of the body falling, and the explosive arm strength in all states, no one can imagine how powerful this big slam dunk is!

boom!

In the last 0.5 seconds, a muffled sound sounded the alarm throughout the American West Arena.

Killer!

Li Shengli made a stunning kill!

Feeling the comfortable feeling of the ball being smashed into the basket, Li Shengli suddenly had a bad premonition the next second and ran to the side. Malone and Barkley looked horrified. Naturally, several people had fled long ago, and the timid crowd in the audience In front of my eyes...the good-quality backboard was not broken, but fell directly from the ball rack.

Poof!

There was another muffled sound, and everyone ran away. Li Shengli, the instigator, was the first to run away, followed by Malone, Barkley and others, except...poor Fat Miller.

Because of his weight, his data on running back and forth in the penalty area was said to be a piece of shit, but no one refuted it. I thought this was just a piece of data from the physical test, but I never thought... that at some point it would become the key to escape?

Boom!

Poof!

Fat Miller was hit so hard that he kicked his legs. The force of the backboard pressing down turned him into a piece of squeezed fat. When he thought of the culprit of all this... "Li Shengli, I'll fuck you!"