Chapter 117: The Longest Fighting: Dream Steps

When Shan Yu stood on the court, a burst of drums finally rang out in Luwan Stadium. This was the first time that strong support for Nanyang was strong at home. Even if he didn't understand basketball, he understood the significance of Shan Yu's appearance at this moment. The two beautiful scores on the field on the 8th were enough to force the Nanyang chief masters to get out of the field.

The confrontation between the top sg in the South District and the dazzling dark horse upstart SF completely mobilized the appetite of all the audience. The seats were in front of the stands, and the audience near the railings had even stood up to support their idols. At this time, they could not press on the railings, lean forward, shouting the name of their idols loudly, and the atmosphere suddenly became hot.

Shan Yu and his teammates hit each other, then turned around, followed their teammates and pressed towards the frontcourt. In front of them was Beiyang No. 12 Middle School.

"Shrink!" Yan Yufeng shouted loudly, and then he turned to face it.

Chen Ping and Yuan Xing, who were inserted into both sides of the formation, suddenly ran up to the inside line, while Nanyang's center forward Long Wei and the two-meter general stepped straight from Beiyang's defense.

Yan Yufeng agilely avoided the mobile interference made by the opponent's center. His eyes were not staring at Cheng Zong who controlled the ball, but Shan Yu who landed at the end and still walked slowly.

If this attack was not finally solved by Shan Yu, he would not believe that Yan Yufeng would be killed. Yan Yufeng told himself that if you want to defeat Nanyang, then you must defeat Shan Yu first.

He is the last screen guard in Nanyang who is still calm until now. If he breaks him and wins, he will be at least half sure!

Cheng Zong passed the ball, and his target was the inside. Yan Yufeng had already heard Xiang Jie's angry shout, but he did not dare to look back because he didn't know whether his eyes would disappear if he looked away a little.

Suddenly hearing the cheers of the audience, Yan Yufeng was stunned and turned his head to look. No. 21 walked past him with a fierce look on his face. His eyes turned and he happened to see Xiang Jie being pulled up by Ye Changfeng. Gao Yuan was already standing on the sideline and just sent the ball to Dazhu.

"Do you think I should be the one who takes action?" Suddenly a voice rang in my ears, with a slightly flexible voice, with a Wunong accent. In an instant, Yan Yufeng and Mingxiao were laughing in the play.

Turning his head calmly, Shan Yu was already pushing back. Looking at No. 8 looking directly at him, Shan Yu smiled coldly, raised his hand and hooked his fingers forward, then turned around and pushed him to the half.

Yan Yufeng bit his teeth. His first half of the plan had been successful. Shan Yu was forced to come to an end, but now it seems that Shan Yu did not come because of his rage. His eyes were still very clear.

What exactly does this guy use for his psychological qualities?

Yan Yufeng clenched his fists.

When he arrived at the right arc, Yan Yufeng slowly moved inward. He was pushing No. 21 in front of him and headed inward, but Yan Yufeng didn't even look at the long-armed guy in front of him who had already been designated as the best defensive PF in the South District this year. He turned his head and looked at Dan Yu who was standing a little higher and stood on the line with him, with a relaxed face.

Suddenly, I thought of a conversation between Shang Lin and himself before the game.

"Shan Yu has been able to dominate the South District for three years. In this place with high-yield guards, it is definitely not easy to have such a result. His ability is very average. It is too much to say that he is an all-around guard. It is not surprising that a guard can score, and it is normal to be able to assist. It is steal and rebounding, which is also very common. But if these four things have all the most important four statistics in basketball, then you can no longer express it in surprise.

Look at his data over the past few years, 17.3 points, 5.7 assists, 1.9 steals, and a real 6 rebounds. Don’t you think this is a very scary data?

Yes, what a terrible data!

This is still the data that Shan Yu has never been angry and has played for less than 30 minutes. If he has done his best and made enough time, then what will it look like?

Hey!

Yan Yufeng smiled with white teeth. What a strong opponent. If he can arouse his liver fire, then let him fight with him with all his might. I will be very looking forward to that scene.

Shan Yu, throw away your fake mask. On the basketball court, you won’t be allowed to have a freehand smile like a vacation!

"Ball!" Gao Yuan rushed into the inside line. After attracting two people to double-team, he rushed back from behind No. 21 and sent the ball. At the same time, he shouted loudly and signaled to stand still Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng pushed Chen Ping, who had already reacted, took a step back, stumbled into the ape's arm, and caught the ball.

Chen Ping finally reacted, relying on his experience, he bullied himself, hoping to take advantage of Yan Yufeng's holding ball high and press his opponent onto his opponent, and he might kill his breakthrough in the cradle in one fell swoop.

speed!

In basketball, speed and strength are two extremes.

If you have power, you may not have speed. If you have speed, you may not be so destructive. This looks like a fish and a bear's paw cannot have both, but that can only be for ordinary people.

A true basketball player has long understood that by gathering a little power, it can be turned into speed, like lightning, but it is full of impact and sudden explosive power!

Before his toes were settled, Yan Yufeng had already started to move.

Bent over, step sideways, and dribbles backhanded from the waist to the other side, and at almost the same time as the left foot of the vertical shaft, which was leaning on the ground, both of them took a step forward.

In the space, it seemed like two people overlapped, but the next moment, they separated in reverse without looking back.

No one could see clearly how Yan Yufeng dodged like ghostly under lightning hedging, but his speed did not change at all. In that second, there were ten thousand possible fantasies in the hearts of ten thousand people.

Attacks are not allowed to be associated with them, and that is a luxury for spectators. On the court, the fight between each other can only stop when the orange basketball falls under the white nets.

Yuan Xing reluctantly straightened his body, crossed his hands to protect his chest, and looked at the shadows approaching, and his heart became excited again.

Idiot, come and get your fourth foul!

He shook his feet, turned his body, and moved horizontally. Yuan Xing felt a flash in front of him. The 8th moment he was about to hit him, he pulled and turned his back, and put himself in front of him, making an extremely beautiful horizontal person.

When Yan Yufeng reached out and tweaked the ball, he had already supported the ball and shot before the opponent's center shot.

Han Shuo and Ge Hui looked at each other, and both saw each other's surprise.

When the master takes action, he suddenly sees extraordinary things.

The moment I just turned my backhand and turned to the person, which was so beautiful that I could turn around again after one step. The two opposite directions were in my hands only in one step.

This explosive power and this adaptability are absolutely something that people can use.

In the end, the ball was thrust with no difference in strength. Even if Han Shuo did it himself, he might not guarantee to move the ball in, let alone that he could not be so elegant and free-spirited.

This No. 8 is indeed a master.

Liu Xiaoyu also sat there straight, staring at the stadium, and still recalling everything that had just happened.

This number 8 is so powerful!!!

Is it a lucky thing?

Liu Xiaoyu shook his head. Instinct, if he had such a beautiful score, he would not be a low player. It seems that this No. 8 is indeed as they said, and he has some ability.

After smiling, Liu Xiaoyu thought to himself: Shan Yu, it seems that you didn’t make it so easy for you to reach the finals!

The Nanyang attacks!

After landing, leading the ball, starting to run, Nanyang still insisted on moving position wars in a few strokes.

Yan Yufeng put one hand on Dan Yu's waist, and Dan Yu seemed to be missing him. He walked slowly at the high position of the Beiyang halftime, and the two walked side by side like friends.

"Without me, this ball still needs to be entered!" Shan Yu said lightly.

"It doesn't matter!" Yan Yufeng said expressionlessly.

"snort!"

"Hey!"

The ball was once again stuffed into the inside line. Yan Yufeng's heart tightened, and Xiang Jie's shout came again. He couldn't help but look back and suddenly felt empty. He was shocked and reached out to catch it.

Shan Yu was like agile rabbit, avoiding Cheng Zong on the outside, jumped sideways from his side and Ye Changfeng who was defending him, and immediately threw Yan Yufeng who was chasing him away, squeezed into the inside again, and then surrounded the three-second zone, started from the bottom line, reversed a circle, came to Chen Ping who was holding the ball, reached out and almost snatched the ball from his hand. Then, in front of everyone in the inside, raised his hand and straightened his head, like a free throw, raised his hand to hold the ball and fucked it out.

"brush!"

Xiang Jie looked at Shan Yu with anger with a hint of indifferent smile. He dared to score in the inside line and use this method to score, which was clearly an insult to Beiyang.

Shan Yu seemed not to see Xiang Jie's gaze as if he was about to kill, and jogged out. When he had a mismatch with Yan Yufeng, he suddenly sneered: "Be careful next time!"

Yan Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "You will definitely be satisfied!"

"Hehe!" Shan Yu chuckled and left.

Shang Lin unconsciously touched his chin and looked at Shan Yu's back from a distance. Shan Yu seemed to have just started to do his best now, and his running position was very sneaky!

He stood at the three-point line with the ball and paused. Chen Ping, who was in front of Yan Yufeng, couldn't help but feel chilled, but the next moment, the No. 8 passed the ball out surprisingly and ran to the inside.

Don't dare to be slow, Chen Ping tangled over with her.

Yan Yufeng was very fast, Chen Ping added a point of force, but was surprised to feel that the opponent increased a point, and leaned against the inside line with a strong force.

Do you want to eat insiders?

Chen Ping was surprised and happy to think that if No. 8 was too advantageous for him, but in the inside, he would be very confident in dealing with him with his height and weight one head taller than him.

I felt the opponent stop, and then crossed my body with the familiar flat, pressed one hand against my chest, and arched my body.

really!

Chen Ping shouted softly, bent his front foot and pressed his knees against Yan Yufeng's hips and hips, and leaned forward as much as possible. His right hand bent his elbow horizontally on his back, and his left hand pinched his waist, and his standard inside defense.

An unexpectedly powerful force came, and Chen Ping's feet bent backward could not resist it, and his whole body was pressed back half a meter away by Yan Yufeng.

Chen Ping's heart suddenly changed from being surprised and happy, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into fear and anger. A distance of half a meter was equivalent to failure in the inside line.

At this moment, the pressure given by No. 8 was like a falling mountain, with powerful power, no reason to strengthen.

"Scream!" Chen Ping roared and pushed forward with all his might.

The ball came from outside.

"Assisting defense!" Chen Ping finally shouted desperately.

When Yan Yufeng received the ball, it was like a signal flare that launched the general attack, and the pressure suddenly burst out a hundred times.

The side shot, the foot, which was the central axis, was poked up with its left foot, twisted its toes hard, and the body leaned back like an explosion, and the left shoulder hit Chen Ping's chest without mercy.

"It's over!" When the body couldn't help but leaned back, the huge pain followed. Chen Ping realized in frustration that he had lost in the inside line!

His body turned completely and his right foot stepped horizontally. Yan Yufeng seemed to have not seen the Nanyang center forward who was helping to defend. He bent his left foot slightly, then jumped up, and jumped forward and jumped towards the basket that was close to him.

"Roar!" Long Wei, who was running from another time, shouted angrily and rushed over. This time, he could never let No. 8 show off his strength again.

Han Shuo could no longer control himself, so he bounced to stand up and looked at the court with his eyes wide open.

Looking at No. 8, who was rushing in front of him, Long Wei had forgotten everything, and he had no honor and disgrace, scores, and fouls. At this time, he only felt that he was like a medieval knight duel. The charge had begun and the horse had already started. Now, the only thing he did was to hold the spear in his hand tightly and stab him fearlessly.
To be continued...