The third quarter, the terrible third quarter, the damn third quarter.

Pipen wants to destroy Hill's confidence: "You are MJ's successor, are you sure?"

If even Pipen is squirting trash, you should know how much the Bulls want to destroy their opponents.

Hill didn't want to say anything. He just wanted to defend seriously, but Pipen's words echoed in his mind as if they had a circular function.

"Be my successor, you are more like me, although it is the bankrupt version of me!"

After the words fell, Pi Peng pushed it hard, then held the ball basket and stepped into the paint area. Hill defended the front and Houston disturbed the back, and Batman was still fearless and forced to pull it up.

Houston made extra moves behind him, causing the referee whistle to ring again, but this move did not affect Pi Peng's move.

The Bison controlled the balance of his body and threw the ball into it under the gaze of everyone.

"Will this ball collapse Detroit?"

Pi Peng lay on the ground, only contentment in his heart.

Yes, the score he threw away was slowly recovered by him, and that's what he was going to do.

"Swish!"

57 to 48

In a blink of an eye, the difference reached 9 points.

Mo Mengchen wanted to suppress the rhythm until he saw the fire in Hill's eyes. He didn't want to suppress the rhythm, so he wanted to call Pi Peng back.

This was the first time Mo Mengchen saw Hill showing this expression.

He had such a strong desire to respond to the ball, and Mo Mengchen could not interfere with it. He was just worried about Hill's touch. His condition was really bad tonight.

When he arrived at the frontcourt in a blink of an eye, Hill did not want anyone's help. His first step compared with others was like the current movie quality and the movie quality half a century ago.

His activation was like a strong wind, and in an instant, a historical defender as strong as Pi Peng was also passed in one step.

Hill had a strong desire to fight back.

Just as he was about to implement this plan, Rodman threw his wish to the ground and trampled hard - this was a brutal block that made people shocking (kui) and was blocked directly from the backcourt to the frontcourt. What was even more sad was that Jordan caught up with the ball and made a simple jump and dunk at the basket in the frontcourt.

The gap of 11 points.

Doug Collins finally remembered that they still had a pause.

The game was paused, but the Pistons seemed to be defeated?

Sweat continued to fall from Mo Mengchen. Is the game over?
Chapter completed!