Anthony ran around the bottom line to the other side of the field to get the ball.

DeRozan followed closely behind him.

For DeRozan, this game is not that easy to play.

In other words, every game against Anthony is not easy to play because the opponent is very restrained in all aspects.

In offense, Anthony is a large tonnage striker, specializing in small wings like DeRozan.

No matter what he wanted to do, DeRozan couldn't prevent it once Anthony took action.

The body shape here makes DeRozan and Anthony one-on-one a cruel murder, and the miserable degree is no less than that of Corgi and Tibetan Mastiff jealous.

The advantage of body shape has already made Anthony take advantage. What’s even more terrifying is that even without the advantage of body shape, Anthony’s skills can help him score under DeRozan’s defense.

It depends on how he feels.

When he is in a good mood, he will be gentler, take a few three threats, take a few test steps, and just commit to it.

It is simple, easy, painless, and you can throw the ball out directly and clearly.

DeRozan would feel better like this.

Once Anthony is unhappy, DeRozan will suffer some.

Back hits are all light, and the one that comes with a little ruthless is to break through the strong attack with the ball. During this period, the body collision and the force of the hand impact are frequent and violent, far exceeding the low-post back hit.

DeRozan only needs to sacrifice his life to carry it. If he breaks through with the ball, he really has no way to do it.

Anthony's offense was launched with the cheers of the audience.

DeRozan wanted to block him, but he just shook the fat on his body and bounced him away, then held the ball and made a layup.

So simple.

So easy.

So much so that Stephenson said, "Is this fake? How could it be so easy?"

"It's so easy, idiot."

Anthony raised his head proudly and pouted.

It seems that scoring such a goal on DeRozan is not a big deal.

"This is Cameron's strength, Toronto has never been able to deal with him," said Brin.

Fraser said: "I can only use one promising evaluation of this young man, but he needs to be more ambition. This is not enough now. He has to show his determination to kill everyone if he doesn't win the game."

This is undoubtedly a restricted commentary.

Bolling was used to his alternative commentary, but the audience on the scene didn't know what they thought.

Li Xing stood inside, and DeRozan was still recalling the attack just now.

"Don't think about it, you can't help it."

"I can."

DeRozan said: "My speed is faster than him." "In addition to speed, there are many factors that have to be considered," said Li Xing.

DeRozan's face was dim, and of course he knew what Li Xing was talking about.

In confrontation, DeRozan lost in confrontation.

Anthony defeated him with just a simple confrontation.

"Get back to Toronto, you bunch of Chinese-born kids from Canada!"

The world's No. 1 Knicks, Mispike Lee, was also full of energy tonight.

Anthony's score made him confident, as if he had won the game.

Li Xing looked at him like a fool.

He skipped Spike directly and waved to Baylor and Elena in the two rows behind.

"Look at it, Lachi will have a good goal soon," Baylor said.

"How do you know?" Elena asked.

Baylor smiled and said, "Do you think I only measured his size after sleeping with him so many times? I know him very well!"

"Is he big?"

"It will definitely make you let go of your prejudice against yellow people, believe me!"

"Hmph, I don't want to know..."

After saying that, both of them were amused by this very pornographic and violent conversation.

Li Xing ran and stopped at the top three-point line of the arc.

He stepped on the three-point line with his feet and waited for Stephenson to dribble over with his pick-and-roll.

The two have a tacit understanding.

Byron Davis just touched Li Xing's body. He first stuck his beard, then turned around and cut into the inside.

This speed is unimaginable. By the time the Knicks reacted, Li Xing had reached the critical position.

Stephenson scored a quick shot.

Li Xing grabbed the ball with one hand, slapped hard, and hit Chandler, who swore to protect the penalty area.

Although Chandler's confrontation was not as strong as Li Xing, Li Xing could not bear to run into him so desperately.

In an instant, Li Xing's body was also knocked torn.

"Beep!"

The referee whistle.

At this moment, Li Xing grabbed the ball with his right hand and still used the standard divine hook.

The moment the ball flew out from his finger, Li Xing was sure that the ball would enter.

"Swish!"

Li Xing calmed down his center of gravity and sat down on the ground.

No obstacle.

The ball in the air fell into the basket, disappointing everyone on the scene.

“NO!”

"How did he make a shot?"

"It's all fucking untouched!"

"This bastard!"

"Tyson Chandler, go eat shit!"

Among these people, Spike Lee was the one who scolded him the most.

Li Xing sat on the ground, and four teammates beside him quickly ran over and helped him up.

"Is it okay?"

"What's the matter with this level of confrontation? Don't underestimate me."

Li Xing raised his head, which made many people on the scene feel uncomfortable.

New York fans began to boo, and they couldn't accept that someone was posing so arrogantly in Madison Garden.

Even Reggie Miller and Michael Jordan did not have this since the beginning. Which fucking scallion are you, Rachi Lee?

We have seen many battles. What kind of stars have never seen before? What kind of stars are you pretending to be?

"If you can't defend this bastard, New York's face will be thrown away by you bunch of waste!" Spike shouted excitedly.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he calls, no one will pay attention to him.

From the very beginning, everyone of the Knicks decided to deal with it with silence.

"Does that guy feel so good? Such a heavy foul can't stop it?" Stodmeier was also puzzled.

In his opinion, Chandler's foul just now was the most violent foul he could make.

Chandler closed his eyes in pain, still unwilling to accept the fact that Li Xing showed off his trance under his violent foul.

"Swish!"

Not only was he a hook that lost his feelings, but he even won the penalty.

Chandler's foul made Li Xing's best performance, and nothing else was done.

"hateful!"

Chandler felt unwilling to accept it, and looked at the back of No. 44 who was leaving, and wanted to do something more.

Li Xing also felt Chandler's malice.
To be continued...