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Chapter 683 Bombing Countdown

At this moment, the locked Rodman was really about to collapse, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

There are really few people who can understand the lethality of Li Shengli's madness better than him, because that thing... really hits and explodes. There are too many previous cases, and it can be called the most terrifying physics in the league. The damage, especially now that the angles and distances are perfect, sends shivers down his spine.

Damn, I'm fighting with you!

Rodman let out a dragon roar, and the adrenaline exploded instantly.

There is a big explosion under the great terror, and the deepest fear is either powerlessness, or a short-term boost of adrenaline, which explodes beyond the peak of strength. This time Rodman is like this, and he exploded the strongest in his life. A desire to survive.

Back to Li Shengli, face Sprewell!

Rodman counterattacked in an instant, but Sprewell let go of the hands that locked Rodman, and instinctively turned around to hide back, but the problem is... adrenaline is a golden pill, and Rodman who knocked the golden pill Crossing the robbery on the spot, Sprewell hugged him in the air with his arms around his waist, and threw him back violently.

It all happened very quickly, all before the countdown to the bombing.

Sprewell, who had no power to resist, was completely dumbfounded, and his position instantly changed to him on top, Rodman holding him below, and his body had already vacated and fell backwards. The worst thing is that Rodman Use his head for a forced landing, and worse... the countdown to the bombing is over.

……

"Fuck, it's over, this is going to be abolished!"

"Riding on the horse, Rodman is crazy, pull him as a back."

"Hold and fall? My God, fighters!"

The fans in the front row were dumbfounded, because Rodman was too cruel, even if Li Shengli missed the smash... This back hug would be enough for Sprewell to drink a pot, and everyone thought that this was just the beginning of the disaster, There was only a click on the field...

"Damn... Li's killing cap hit?"

"Foot, hit Sprewell's foot!"

"Head, he was hugged by Rodman, and his head is even more..."

The fans at this meeting were even more surprised, covering their mouths one after another, while the three American celebrities Omega, Huxette and Wang Defa appeared on the stage one after another. The audience saw Sprewell being hugged by Rodman and standing on his head , and completed a stunning upside-down golden hook in an instant.

Although it is protected by sneakers, the powerful impact is still too violent, directly blowing the sole of Sprewell's right foot. Originally, the sole of the foot and the calf are in an 'L' shape, and the maximum bending that can be tolerated may be with the calf The 'l' shape was evenly matched, but now it was forcibly turned into a '丿' shape, distorting Sprewell's face.

But in fact, what is really terrible is Rodman's hug.

He picked it up and threw it on the floor. Rodman really didn't leave any room, but Sprewell felt like jumping off a building, and the bones in his body were about to fall apart, but the last movement of hanging the golden hook upside down kicked him out. The ball also directly hit Davis who had just been blocked.

In a series of actions, the power attached to the ball was consumed a lot, but Davis couldn't hold the ball directly with his face.

As a result, Davis's nose immediately opened the switch, was kicked by Sprewell with blood all over his face, and curled up on the floor like a shrimp in pain, and Sprewell was even worse... the pain in his ankle The piercing, intense pain almost knocked him unconscious on the spot.

……

Holy shit! !

What kind of power is this riding a horse?

At this moment, everyone feels that their eyes are about to be stabbed blind. In a basketball game, there are still violent volleyball smashes, football upside-down golden hooks, all three of the world's three balls, and there are also bloody fights. Fatal hug? !

The whole scene was in an uproar.

The remaining three members of the Knicks were dumbfounded, and they were fined to stand where they were. Fortunately, because the Knicks’ gangsters play aggressively, the team was very efficient in dealing with accidents on the court. The staff immediately went to check the injured. deal with.

As for the Lakers... Seriously, the Knicks are confused, and so are they.

Li Shengli glanced at Barkley, Barkley glanced at Daben, and Daben looked at the nearest Crotty inquiringly. Everyone looked at each other, shocked by Rodman's Jedi counterattack, and Rodman himself survived the catastrophe. …Standing up, pushing aside the staff, he kicked Sprewell who fell to the ground.

"I don't want to hurt Lao Tzu?"

"Kick you to death, I will kick you to death!"

"Get up, fight me, fuck you, I'll fuck you!"

"Damn it, let you step on the horse to hurt me, and I will fuck you every time I see you in the future!"

With a single kick, Sprewell suffered a catastrophe, and the staff couldn't stop him. After Rodman kicked Sprewell a few times, he was finally surrounded by the staff and forcibly Pushed to the sidelines, while Li Shengli, Barkley, Big Ben, and Crottie listened to the overwhelming boos from Madison Garden, with grim faces.

"Damn it, Li, you..." Rodman was still in shock. The beating of Sprewell just now seemed to be venting his emotions, but now seeing Li Shengli almost cried.

"You are on a horse... ah~~ I beg you, in the future, if something like this happens, let me hit someone directly, don't torment me anymore, I really... really can't stand it~~"

"Who told you to run slowly?" Barkley rolled his eyes.

"Damn, everyone ran away, and you are the only one who is holding back, who do you blame?" Daben also gave in to the greedy Rodman, and almost got himself into it just to sneak an extra elbow, but he took a look and it was already gone. Sprewell, who was carried on the stretcher and throbbed all over, asked, "You said... is this bastard so resistant to beatings? It seems that his right foot is just a little bit limped by the boss?"

"Fuck, then I wasted my efforts for nothing, I didn't waste him!" Rodman cursed.

"It's almost there, almost half of your life is gone, let's save half!" Barkley's face was cold.

This time Kobe has already rushed over with his teammates, and just now when he heard the voices of Rodman and Barkley, he was in Sparta. After all, he had never seen such a rogue and ruthless person.

The five evils of the Lakers?

Opening your mouth is fatal, right?

Kobe's face was shocked, and Barkley glanced at Li Shengli and snorted, signaling Li Shengli to do a good job of psychological counseling for the young guy, and Li Shengli probably understood Kobe's thoughts, but it was Rodman who spoke first.

"Boy, don't look like that."

"Damn, I'm just..."

"Shut up, if he doesn't lie down, maybe you will lie down, what we did..." Rodman scratched his head, then turned to Crotty, "Hey, Big Ben, Crotty, what did you say? How did it say?"

"Hey, we don't accept provocations, because we are the best at fighting!"

"Violence, free will guaranteed, free from interference by any factor!"

"Listen..." Rodman patted Kobe on the shoulder and continued: "This should be the Lakers' declaration of battle. What we are doing is just purifying the entire league. There are still a few of you. If you don't believe me, just ask Lee. He must be thinking about calling someone to continue to punish that bastard, although he never admits it..."

"Shut up!" Li Shengli's old face darkened, and he scolded Rodman for not being able to say anything good, but he turned his head and whispered to Barkley: "The matter, Rodman has already dealt with it, and it's up to you now." After the performance, I will help you later, so as to save some people from gossiping about you."

To be honest, Sprewell was crazy, but his slander on Barkley's "mixed ring" still made Barkley feel a thorn in his heart, and Barkley took a look at Li Shengli...he never I thought about it, in the 15 years of my professional career, I can still meet a perfect teammate like Li Shengli.

"Okay!" Barkley said simply.

"Now there is one and a half quarters left, you still have half a quarter to rest, we only have one quarter left."

"I don't care, thanks in advance, I've never..."

"What's the useless talk, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)