After two quarters of high-intensity running and confrontation, the twelve Song people who played again were slow and breathing heavily. However, their spirit was still full. When they looked at the Liao people who were also stepping on the court, they were full of belief in winning. After all, they were already four goals ahead. With only one quarter left, can the opponent make a big difference?

The gong sounded, and this time the Liao people who were still controlling the ball at the end of the previous quarter attacked first, and only a few times were conducted. Cuju had been quickly passed by them for half of the game. Then the five Liao people ran towards the Song people's dragon gate at full speed, but Cuju was still at the feet of the person behind him.

Just when everyone was a little surprised, Cen Tie, who was the best at defending, noticed something was wrong and quickly shouted: "Hurry! Keep an eye on these Liao people!" While speaking, he had set an example and rushed towards the Liao people's team member closest to him, trying to stop him.

But after seeing his slightly slowed footsteps, a disdainful sneer suddenly appeared on his face. His body shook left and right, and when he shook his center of gravity, he lowered his head and forced himself to protrude from his right. Cen Tie only felt a flash in front of him, and the other party had already reached behind him. At the same time, his light also caught a glimpse of a black shadow that had passed by his head and fell behind him, which made his heart even tighter: "No!"

But physical fatigue made Cen Tie's movements slower. As soon as he turned around, the opponent had already rushed forward and headed towards the Longmen. Even Cen Tie, who had the best physical strength among these Song players, could not keep up with the speed of the Liao people, and the others naturally could not stop the opponent's attack. In just a blink of an eye, three Liao people had easily broken through the defense line. After one pass, the Liao people located in front of the Longmen shot, and Cuju was so fast that it penetrated Fengliu's eyes. The accuracy of this kick seemed much stronger than before.

All Song people inside and outside the field were dumbfounded and could not come back to their senses for a long time. As soon as the kick-off was taken, the Liao people quickly won a game back? However, after looking at the scoreboard over there, everyone calmed down a little. The opponent should be just a lucky person. We still have the advantage of three goals.

However, the psychological comfort of these people was quickly broken soon after. After the next kickoff, the Liao people's offensive was even more fierce than before. Their speed and confrontation were even more rapid than in the first two quarters. However, the Song people's players were obviously at the end of their strength. Even if they tried their best to defend, they still could not block their forward route, let alone intercept Cuju and launch a counterattack.

So under everyone's anxious gaze, the Liao people quickly scored two goals in a row. At this time, the long incense had not burned half of it, but the score between the two sides had turned into four to five!

"How could this happen?" Many viewers were stunned and shouted loudly with questions in their hearts, but no one could give an answer. Zhao Ji and the ministers on the high platform over there were also serious expressions, and the joy he had just passed away had already been wiped out. Especially Tong Guan, who could no longer sit still, immediately stepped down from the stage, waved at the officials who arranged the battle, and asked with a calm face after they came over: "How could our people become so bad? If you really lose to the Liao people like this, your guilt will be very serious."

The official's face was already soaked with sweat. While wiping his sleeves with his sweat, he hesitated: "Teacher Tong forgives the crime. It's really because everyone was fighting too fiercely just now, and now they are exhausted, so..."

"I don't care. We must not defeat this Cuju. You should quickly turn the situation around." Tong Guan was so stern: "If you don't change people, change a few strong ones!"

"Okay... OK." This official dared not tell Tong Guan that although substitutions are allowed in Cuju competition, there are restrictions, and only two people can be replaced in one quarter. Moreover, the twelve players on the court are carefully selected by the army. It is hard to say how much effect they can be left on the bench on the sidelines.

What's more important is that only when the game is suspended can they substitutions be replaced. They can't stop the Liao people's offensive, right? But now they can only be treated as a dead horse. Once the Liao people stop this round of offensive, he has to arrange for substitutions.

The speed of the people on the Song Dynasty was indeed unable to keep up with the Liao people. Even though they had subconsciously retracted all the defense and wanted to defend the last ball to the lead, the two Liao people were still penetrated through the defense line with speed. Then one of them swung his kick and shot the ball directly into the gantry.

"No..." Many viewers screamed almost the moment the ball was kicked up. Once the ball was shot, the score would become five to five, and the previous efforts would also be vain.

"Bang!" It seemed that the prayers of so many people really worked. The ball was slightly tilted, hitting the edge of Fengliu's eyes, and then it was bounced down by the wooden board. This made everyone who was almost in their throats breathe a long sigh. Fortunately, there was still a chance!

But just as the ball fell back to the ground, before everyone could react next, another Liao man had already rushed forward without hesitation or stopping. He pulled his feet hard and kicked Cuju again and shot the gantry again!

This time, the Song people's Longmen did not have such good luck. With just a flash, the ball quickly entered the hole and scored!

In an instant, the breathing of thousands of people on the field seemed to be condensed, and everyone looked at the direction of the dragon gate with incredible eyes. In addition to being shocked, they were more confused. How could it turn out like this?

Even the Song people on the field didn't know what to do. They watched the ball fall again, and watched the Liao people pick up the ball and put it back to the midfield position...

"No, defense, you must defend this goal!" Zhao Tianyao finally came to his senses from the loss just now, roared anxiously, and rushed towards the Liao people regardless of everything. The other people also quickly came back to their senses. Yes, the game is not over yet, and the main attack power is at the feet of the Liao people. Once they score another goal, they will really lose!

At this moment, everyone held their breath, watching the twenty-four people on the field fighting with all their might, and watching the small Cuju jump back and forth between dozens of feet, either flying against the ground or rushing high, no one knew where the final destination of the ball would be.

Suddenly, Cen Tie, who was running at full speed, suddenly jumped across the board, and kicked the Liao people before touching the ball and rolled it forward for a while. He himself had already hit the ground hard. But he didn't care about the pain in his body at all, and yelled in that direction: "Brother Si Chang..."

Li Sichang did not disappoint his expectations. At this moment, he suddenly flashed out of the close-fitting defense of the two Liao people, and took Cuju with one kick, running forward, and penetrated straight into the opponent's empty back line.

But his physical strength was not much left after all. After running for seven or eight feet, his speed slowed down, and the two Liao people who were chasing with all their strength caught up. Seeing their legs flying over at the same time, Li Sichang didn't hesitate at all and quickly took the ball forward: "Old Zhao, it's up to you!"

Even at this time, Zhao Tianyao's speed was still extremely fast. He even arrived first. More than three Liao people who returned to defend came to Cuju, and then took it to speed and rushed towards the Longmen, which was more than five feet away.

The Liao people had already learned his speed and footwork, so they quickly rushed to chase and stop him, but once Zhao Tianyao ran with all his might, how could these people catch up with his speed? So in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides widened, and he had already arrived in front of the dragon gate and immediately pulled his foot to shoot.

But at this moment, his feet suddenly slashed and staggered. This kick failed to bring strength. He only sent the ball forward, but did not allow it to fly high. At the same time, his body also lost control because of this move, and he fell to the ground in front of the dragon gate in a very embarrassed manner.

When Zhao Tianyao struggled to get up again, a Liao man had quickly run by him, turned around and kicked Cuju to the rear. The only offensive organized by the Song man in this section collapsed and disappeared, which made the audience who had already raised their fists on the side of the field sigh.

But the game did not end there. After flying for a long distance, Cuju was accurately taken by a Liao man. The man quickly dribbled forward. After seeing the Song man step forward to block it, he passed decisively, allowing him to continue to head towards the dragon gate under the control of another teammate.

At this time, because he wanted to support Zhao Tianyao and others before, the defensive formation that the Song people had just set out had already been full of flaws, allowing the opponent to easily pass through the defense line and bring the ball to the front of the long gate.

"No..." Cen Tie limped and wanted to save the fire, but it was too late. The opponent shot decisively. The Cuju swept into the sky like a rainbow, and then shot into Fengliu's eyes.

"Bang..." Changxiang suddenly burned out and broke, and the last quarter of the game finally came to an end.

"Ba!" Cuju rolled slightly in the net pocket and landed on the ground again.

The sounds of these two things were originally extremely light, and it was impossible to be heard in the venue of these thousands of people. But at this moment, it seemed that everyone heard the tiny sound, and everyone's face turned pale because everyone knew what this meant-

The Song Dynasty actually lost to the Liao people in his home court in Cuju, which he is best at!

"Bang bang..." The gong sounded suddenly, and no matter how reluctant it was, it could only declare that the game was over.

The final result of this Cuju competition was that the Liao people won six to five Songs, and they won!

The twelve Song people on the field fell to the ground almost at the same time, some were confused, some were crying, some beat their chests and stamping their feet... But no matter what expressions they expressed or their moods, they could not change this established fact-
Chapter completed!