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Today's Danny, let alone no one in front of him, even if there is someone in front of him, he can still make strong shots and hit three-pointers.
So just sending one person to guard against him is simply not enough.
So the Knicks had to strengthen their defense against Danny and occasionally double-team him.
But in this way, the defensive pressure on Wang Yi's side will be much less.
So he hit two more three-pointers in succession.
When the Knicks put their defensive focus on his side, Danny's side blossomed again.
The Knicks care about the head but not the tail, and they care about the tail but not the head.
Seeing that the Kings' score had exceeded 175 points, and Wang Yi's personal score had reached 100 points, everyone at the Knicks finally shut up.
No one dares to call fuck wang anymore.
The great director Spike Lee seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped in his seat.
His eyes were staring blankly at the field, like a wooden sculpture.
Facing a guy like Wang Yi, who dares to call "fuck" Wang again?
If they shout, Wang Yi will hit a three-pointer, and if they shout, Wang Yi will hit a three-pointer.
This guy has now scored 100 points and is only three points away from breaking his historical scoring record.
And the point difference between the two teams has reached 71 points.
It is also only three points away from breaking the historical scoring record.
Also, the Kings' score has reached 178 points, only 9 points away from breaking the NBA team's single-game scoring record.
Who dares to shout again?
However, if you don’t shout, will I spare you?
Too naive.
With 1 minute and 15 seconds left in the 4th quarter, Wang Yi received a pass from Danny and jumped up in front of the double team.
Whoosh!
Three point hit.
Personal score of 103, breaking the historical single-game personal scoring record!
The score difference between the two teams is 74 points. As long as this score difference is maintained until the end, it will break the record for the largest score difference in a single game in history!
The more than 17,000 fans in the Rose Square Garden all realized this at this time.
Each one of them no longer screams "fuck" like before.
Instead, their faces were ashen and they all fell silent.
Not to mention shouting "fuck", they didn't even have the most basic communication.
As for their great director Spike Lee, he was also sitting on the back of his chair at this time, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes looking at the field like a pool of stagnant water.
Now they are not fucking wang, but they are being fucked by the king.
When Wang Yi passed by him, he no longer shouted "fuck wang", but said in a slightly lower voice:
"Young man, don't be too desperate in anything you do."
Swish——
What answered him was Wang Yi's logo three-pointer.
The difference between the two teams is 77 points!
Wang Yi's personal score reached 106 points.
Turning around, he looked at Spike Lee on the sidelines.
"I'm going to do it, you bite me."
Spike looked livid inside, but didn't say a word.
Facing such a ferocious and cruel guy like a perverted beast, what else could he say?
This guy is different from Reggie Miller and Trae Young.
Although those two people are also very powerful, at least they are still in the category of human beings.
And this guy is a complete beast.
He doesn't care about worldly things at all, all he wants is to destroy you and tear you apart.
On the next possession, the Knicks hit a two-pointer.
Looking back, Danny hit a super long three-pointer.
The score difference is 78 points.
At this time, the entire Knicks home court was filled with solemn silence.
It was like watching a giant fall.
All of them watched helplessly as he was hit by thousands of arrows.
Then slowly fell to the ground.
Slowly closing his helpless and desperate eyes.
But there was nothing they could do.
They can only witness.
Witness death.
Witness this one-sided massacre and bloody cruelty.
They have long forgotten the slogan of fuck wang.
That slogan is like an ancient mantra that traveled through time.
It was this spell that awakened this ancient evil.
If they can say anything at this time, if there is still a trace of clarity in their consciousness, there is only one word they can say——
demon!
At this time, there are 3 seconds left before the end of the game.
In any previous game, no matter how powerful the guy is, when he leads by a big score, he should stop his killing.
However, this demon did not.
Wang Yi is already furious.
Before time is up, the killing will not stop.
Even if it’s only 3 seconds!
Serve from the backcourt.
After he got the ball, he ran forward like a crazy devil.
The entire audience and the TV commentators were stunned.
" Oh, no..."
"There are three seconds left, is he still going to massacre?"
"He's crazy, he's absolutely crazy."
All the fans at the scene stood up and looked at Wang Yi with wide eyes.
At this time, Wang Yi is a murderous demon with red eyes.
His eyes revealed bloodlust, and his face revealed murderous intent.
horrible.
fear.
Knicks coach Thibodeau also realized what Wang Yi was going to do.
He quickly waved his hands on the sidelines and yelled at the Knicks players: "Stop him! Stop him!"
Knicks guard Barrett wanted to stop Wang Yi, but he was stunned when he saw Wang Yi's murderous eyes.
Knicks small forward Fournier also wanted to stop Wang Yi.
But when he saw Wang Yi's bloodshot eyes, he was also startled.
At the moment when the two of them were stunned, Wang Yi had already passed between them.
At this moment, only Ross stood resolutely in front of Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone, did not make him flinch.
Instead, he saw himself in a certain game when he was young.
At that time, his non-deceleration and change of direction terrified the entire league.
Is the youngest mvp just a waste of his reputation?
Although he was old and weak at this time, his body was in a state of disrepair.
But his blood was still warm and his heart was still beating.
As long as his blood is still warm and his heart is still beating, he will fight.
He wanted to stop the devil in front of him.
At this moment, Wang Yi had already reached the three-point line in the backcourt.
He saw Ross coming towards him.
He took three steps directly, and when Rose jumped up, he had already shot out.
Rose's fingertips touched the basketball, but his fingertips only lightly rubbed the basketball and had no impact on the trajectory of the basketball at all.
Basketball is like an unruly lone wolf, running stubbornly on the snow.
Running towards its prey.
Bang——
The basketball hit the backboard hard.
After three days and three nights of long-distance running, the wolf finally knocked down its prey.
Swish——
The basketball goes into the net.
It was like the sharp teeth of a vicious wolf biting the prey's throat with precision.
The lights come on and the whistle sounds.
The Kings scored 187 points in a single game.
Record breaking!
The score difference is 81 points.
Record breaking!!
Wang Yi scored 109 points in a single game.
Record breaking!!!
Wang Yi retracted his arm, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes slightly.
The sweet blood of the prey entered his throat and penetrated his heart and spleen.
He was enjoying the prey.
Chapter completed!