Once Howard starts to swing his elbow, you know that he is not a happy beast, but a serious beast.

Dirk was restricted today, and Paoer and Howard played so hard again, Paul felt that he would win the game no matter what.

But Terry and Peja told them with a three-pointer in succession: "The Silver Horn King said, you can't take this game away."

"Jason Terry, scored again, with the fifth consecutive three-pointer, God! Who can stop him!"

"Peja Stojakovic, three-pointer...and! Peja has not missed a shot outside the three-pointer today!"

Terry and Peja shot left and right, and made three-pointers, and had already reached the point of lawlessness.

Paul looked at the unreasonable three-pointer, and was very desperate.

I have already worked so hard, I have already worked so hard...

No, my fate is up to me!

In the unreasonable three-point rain of Terry and Peja, Paul was still fighting.

He fell into the audience, he hit the basketball hoop, and he was slapped to the ground again and again by the boxing champion.

Wayne was extremely worried about seeing it, fearing that there would be problems with the cannon mount again.

I'll tell you, Paoer, I finally maintained your cannon stand so well, you can't ruin it!

Your cannon stand is not only yours, but also my Godway!

I fell again and again and stood up again and fell again.

You can see Paul's unyielding struggle against fate.

It is heartbreaking and burning.

But all of this was cruelly broken in the eighth minute of the fourth quarter.

In the eighth minute of the fourth quarter, Paul faced Kidd's defensive change breakthrough.

As soon as he rushed out, Marion, who looked like a human being or a ghost, appeared.

Marion assisted in defense very quickly, so that even the cannon was not aware of it.

But at this time, he could no longer stop the car.

The ejection started too fast just now, so now I can only choose to break through!

Paul rushed towards Marion, and under such circumstances, Baller hit Marion's shoulder.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound of bones hitting bones in the noisy basketball court. At that moment, Paul fell into a limp like a doll with power outage.

"Damn!" Wayne stood up and subconsciously wanted to go up and check the situation, but only then did he realize that they were now apart of 108,000 miles apart.

"Paul fell down, and his forehead hit Marion's shoulder! Paul looked very painful and couldn't stand up for a long time!"

The cheers in the Oracle Arena came to an abrupt end, everyone covered their chests with their hands, and everyone's hearts were beating wildly.

Paul was lying on the ground, and the severe pain from his neck made him grit his teeth.

He felt the entire arena was spinning, and he knew immediately that he must have been knocked out of a concussion.

The forehead hit the shoulder, but it was still so fast.

Paul's injuries were extraordinary.

"Chris, Chris!" Howard ran up to check Paul's situation.

Paul wanted to reach out and grab Howard's forearm and stand up, but he found...

I can't control my limbs!

I was dizzy, Paul was actually completely dizzy.

If it weren't for the strong will, he might have lost his last consciousness.

Now he can only open his eyes and lie on the ground, that's all.

Just then, the effect was similar to being kicked by a boxer.

"Fuck! Damn it! Idiot!" Wayne crossed anxiously.

Marion did not intentionally hurt Paul this goal, it was purely a stadium accident.

This is even more annoying.

Wayne couldn't even find anyone to vent.

Paul was still lying on the ground, motionless, with only a pair of eyes staring.

He wanted to call Howard and ask him to pull himself up. They still had a chance, but only 11 points, and they could still fight!

But he could only stammer and make sounds that people couldn't understand. He could raise his hand slightly now. As soon as he raised his hand, the team doctor broke into his sight.

"Oh my God, stretcher, stretcher, hurry up! Holding his neck, he almost fainted, God! God knows how he held it down!"

"Stretcher?" Paoer vaguely heard what the team doctor said.

"No, I can't get out of the game, I still have to play the game! We'll win, we'll win! It's just 11 points away. If we get out of the game now... we won't get out of this season again!"

Paul panicked, and he couldn't accept the result of being eliminated in the first round.

Brother Wei is still waiting for me, I can't...

The weak Paul couldn't even shout out, and could only let his teammates fix him exaggeratedly on the stretcher.

"It looks like Paul is seriously injured, I hope he is fine. He is a real fighter, always."

"Fuck, don't!" Pao'er looked at the ceiling, tears rolling in his eyes.

His neck was still aching, but he could only feel his heart was aching now.

"Chris!" Howard finally came up and looked at Paul. Paul couldn't speak. In the end, he could only lie on the stretcher, slightly raised his arm, and gave Howard a thumb.

Then, just like that, last season's MVP Chris Paul, Out!

Paul was pushed down, and when he was pushed into the player passage, but the noise around him came to an abrupt end, his tears could no longer hold back.

It's over, it's all over.

Brother Wei, I'm sorry, I can't come...

"No one could have thought that the first round of the playoffs would be so tragic. There were still 4 minutes left in the game, and the Warriors were 11 points behind. Now, they don't have Love, Chris Paul...

They fell into hell, ladies and gentlemen."

Seeing this, Wayne turned off the TV, took a deep breath, and looked into the sky.

Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time,...

Damn it, the eyes were in the sand.

Without Paul, Howard could not stand alone, and the entire team seemed to have disbanded in an instant.

The moment Paul was carried out, the ending was actually destined.

122 to 98, the Mavericks slaughtered the Warriors at the Oracle Arena.

The total score is 4-2, and advance to the Western Conference semi-finals!

Paul fought to the stretcher, but he still couldn't change the terrifying offensive of the Mavericks.

This horror is not a metaphor.

How powerful is the Mavericks' firepower today?

Terry made 9 of 10 shots from outside the three-point line, and Peja made 6 of 6 shots from outside the three-point line.

The two substitute guards scored 53 points together, and it is impossible to find a second player in the entire league with such firepower.

Paoer has fought to the point where he can't even speak, but the playoffs have always only looked at strength.

You said you are desperate enough? Who doesn’t fight?

Today, a team fell tragically under the Mavericks.

But Wayne knew that this wouldn't be the last one.
Chapter completed!