Basketball: Versatile shooting guard

The ball was transferred, the Nets launched an offense, and now Lan Mo's forehead is full of cold sweat.

Everyone thought that Earth's brain was killed, but this old Yinbi kept a hand.

Sure enough, the experienced old Yinbi will leave a way out for himself to save his life.

Facing the attacking Lan Mo, Jokic, who had been controlled by the earth's brain, stepped forward and signaled Jamal Murray to replace him.

Jamal Murray frowned and asked in confirmation: "Are you sure?"

And the voice of the Earth Brain had no emotion at all, and said to him again: "I don't want to say it a second time."

Jamal Murray scratched the back of his head, then he agreed to the substitution.

Lan Mo saw that his enemy was Jokic, and he knew very well that the brain wanted to fuck him.

"Come on, if I can beat you once, I can beat you more times!"

He used his own signature to attack, first continuously changing directions in front of his body, testing his opponent, and then speeding up to dribble forward, while the ground brain was very cautious.

He had no choice but to pull his hips back, and then connected with a Buddha worshiping action.

But Jokic was unexpectedly calm, and he was not easily thrown into the air by him.

Reluctantly, Lan Mo had no choice but to turn around, and then retreated after merging the ball, preparing to make a jump shot.

"You think beautiful!"

Jokic's aura suddenly pressed up, and Lan Mo's hairs stood on end.

This feeling is even more terrifying than the battle with Chi Jingyi.

A slap came down on the face, and the ball in his hand was abruptly slapped away.

"Grab the ball!"

And Lan Mo was also pushed down due to inertia, and sat down on the floor.

This scene also shocked everyone present. This was the first time that Lan Mo was blocked by an enemy in the finals.

Chen Feng and Lin Julang's expressions were a little restless, and they were all shocked that Lan Mo would actually attack and be blocked.

The ball was grabbed by the opponent, Jamal Murray attacked quickly, and Jokic was also extremely fast, not at all unathletic.

Like a humanoid tank walking on the court, he looked at his teammates, pointed his right hand to the sky, and Jamal Murray nodded.

He tossed the ball up from the bottom with one hand, and then the ball went down to where Jokic was running.

He took advantage of the trend and took off. Can you believe that a 360-[-]-[-]-[-]-[-]-[-]-[-]-[-] man actually made a mid-air transfer [-]° dunk with one hand.

"Oh Shet!"

"Wang Defa!!!"

Not only the Nets sighed, even the Nuggets got up in unison.

Jokic, who was manipulated by the Earth Brain, walked back expressionlessly, passing by Lan Mo, who had just got up and came back, deliberately walked in front of him.

"This time, I want to take what belongs to me."

"Hey, come if you have the ability."

Lan Mo's kung fu can't be at a disadvantage in the slightest, and now it depends on who will be ruthless.

Lan Mo made the next wave of offense and signaled everyone to play a pick-and-roll, and his teammates nodded and began to cooperate with him.

Lan Mo ran quickly, and his teammates also actively cooperated to cover him.

Finally temporarily asked the brain, and then he quickly shouted: "Bridges!"

A quick round pass from Mikal Bridges finds the ball in Blue Mo's hands

Then he shot quickly, the ball went into the net hollow, and Lan Mo scored strongly.

He is trying not to confront Jokic head-on as much as possible now, and the tonnage of the two is not at the same level.

But he has to admit that with the ground head, his offensive threat is even greater.

In the next wave, Jokic directly chose to beat their Clarkston in an attempt to defend.

On the other side, it was just a force, and Clarkston was sent flying out.

Take advantage of the trend and throw the ball into the enemy's ball frame with a small throw.

In contrast to the Nets, Lan Mo's running tactics were stared at by the enemy. He really couldn't find the space to attack.

Bridges immediately decided to attack by himself. He missed Porter with a bad luck, and went inside by himself.

Just as he was taking off, the basketball had already been released. It was a perfect layup, but a black shadow appeared behind him.

Turning his head to see Nikola Jokic, he fiercely held a nailboard cap with one hand.

Then he grabbed it and hugged it in his arms, and Bridges was surprised when he landed.

"It's all right!"

Like a hungry wolf, Lan Mo immediately rushed forward to steal the ball. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of it, flicked his hand to avoid it, and then made a long pass to the attacking teammate.

Little Porter passed the ball without looking at the person, the ball flew into Gordon's hands, and he directly scored with a back-folding big buckle.

Most of the first quarter has passed, but the morale of the Nets is very low.

On the bench, a group of players began to discuss.

"It's over, why is that Jokic suddenly so aggressive!"

"Damn it, we are very passive now!"

Lan Mo supported his knees with both hands, he raised his hand to catch the ball, and then lowered his body to face Jokic.

"Lan Mo, do you think you will be my opponent?"

Listening to Jokic's fluent Chinese, Lan Mo knew in her heart that it was the earth's brain that was speaking.

But in return, Lan Mo's cold face ignored him, and a drop of sweat flowed down from his temple.

In an instant, he attacked quickly, Sam Gaud after a ball, and then a back dribble.

Jokic quickly moved sideways to chase and defend, Lan Mo gritted his teeth and continued to beat him, facing Jokic to attack.

The two jumped almost at the same time, and at the moment his big hand slapped it, Lan Mo also threw the ball in his hand.

Snapped!

With a heavy sound, Lan Mo backed up again and again, he shook his red left hand, and the referee didn't talk nonsense, and came up and called Jokic a thug foul.

The rest of the people's eyes were all focused on the ball frame, only watching the basketball as if it had wheels, rolling continuously, and finally fell down angrily.

"nice shot!"

"Fortunately." Lan Mo clutched his chest. His heart rate was fast now, and he was fighting with the brain, so he couldn't make any mistakes.

That's right, it's not just about playing ball now, their current situation and battle are beyond doubt.

He let out a displeased "chi" and stepped back to the side.

Lan Mo made an air shot, now to find the feeling for himself.

The bald referee ran up from behind, picked up the basketball on the ground, passed the ball to Lan Mo, and started counting down to dozens in his heart.

On the other side, Lin Nan, sitting in the first row, kept sending messages to her boyfriend with her mobile phone.

Lin Nan was a little flustered, it wouldn't take so long to go to the toilet, she thought worriedly in her heart: "Could something have happened?"

"Duddu, hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later."

She called several times in a row, but no one answered, she was completely panicked.

Lin Nan was not the only one who found that something was wrong, Lin Julang also looked strangely.

"Huh? I saw Chi Jingyi go out just now, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Maybe it's diarrhea." Chen Feng on the side choked.

"I'll go and have a look." Lin Julang stood up, and it was really not easy to walk from the inside to the outside stairs.

Moreover, the height of the two meters [-] also caused dissatisfaction among the fans behind him.

"Hey! Don't let the big guy in front be my sight, okay?"

"Fuck! You kept me from seeing them score!".