Wang Meng's excitement was palpable: "Awesome! 66666!! What did I say, Wang Yi will definitely kill, what now! Kill! Countdown to kill! Countdown to three-point kill! Countdown to logo three-point kill!

!”

This time Huang Jianxiang was afraid of being robbed of his lines, so he could only praise him.

He took on the momentum of commentating on a football match, slapped the table and shouted: "Kill! Kick! Kick!!!"

The third final kill has already been shouted out.

And the words that followed were all shouted with the same momentum as the soldiers attacking the city and killing the enemy.

"Wang Yi has made a contribution, Wang Yi has made a contribution! Wang Yi did not give Phoenix any chance. The great shooting guard of China, he inherited the glorious tradition of China! Jordan, Kobe, and James were possessed by their souls at this moment. Wang Yi

Yi is a person, he represents China’s long historical tradition. At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone————”

The last sentence sounded broken again.

After shouting, Huang Jianxiang let out a long breath.

I'm not just a compliment.

This time, Wang Meng can only be reduced to a flatterer.

"The sky is so blue!"

"It's so explosive!"

In the golden center No. 1, the score was fixed at 125 to 124.

Wang Yi counts down the seconds to kill!

Devin Booker looked at Wang Yi’s back.

At this moment, Wang Yi is like a big mountain.

It seems that there is a mountain that he can never climb again in this life.

Old gunman Paul looked at Wang Yi's back.

The envy, jealousy, loneliness, disappointment, and sadness in his eyes are all mixed together.

This year's hopes have been shattered again.

Year after year, hope comes and returns disappointed.

When will this end?

Now there is a scary guy like Wang Yi coming out of the alliance.
Chapter completed!