In doing this, the cross-step movement of swinging the legs and the legs that are different from sprinting is equivalent to reducing the speed of lifting the legs and the strength of the rear pedal in disguise.

When you land on the ground, you can compensate by using the strength of supporting the ankle joints and soles of your feet to fully lift back, quickly pull your hips forward and swing your arms forward and backward.

Good, good, just...

Too hurts your knees.

Professional athletes generally don’t dare to do this, and the faster you run, the smoother the hurdles, and then the more pressure you will be to almost straighten your knees to the ground.

But Liu Xiang is now completely willing to give in.

He doesn't care about that much.

He just wants to win.

That's what he said in his last game.

He wants to do his best.

Use all your experience to help yourself win in the final showdown.

At this time, Merritt finally had a second panic.

I don’t know if he was under the limit of his mental pressure or was scared by Liu Xiang’s violent operation.

Or his kidneys have reached their physiological limits in combination with the sympathetic and parasympathetic nerves.

But no matter what.

Merritt's rhythm was finally dealing with Liu Xiang's last column.

Instability occurred.

"It's over." Merritt's head coach Andreas Bime closed his eyes in pain and didn't even dare to look back.

This made Liu Xiang feel unconscious even after he landed on the ground, even if his bones seemed to have poked into his kneecap.

Now he.

It's said that there is only animal nature.

Just want to roar.

Just want to win.

What pain?

He could not enter his consciousness at all.

The number plate of 1356 is dancing in the wind.

It was like he finally took off once again with our entire nation.

On the short-span runway.

Take off again.

Tianchao Sports Station.

"Liu Xiang, Liu Xiang is the first to land!"

"He's still in the lead!" (Merrit seemed to stagger down!)

"Liu Xiang has a chance!"

"The opportunity is right in front of you!"

"Liu Xiang sprints!"

"Sprint!"

"I'm going to win!"

"Liu Xiang!!!"

Liu Xiang passed the finish line with a feeling of almost hypoxia.

Yang Jian's voice also reached its peak, louder than Liu Xiang's ninth miracle in 2007, and more emotional than Liu Xiang's winning of the championship in 2004.

"Win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

“12.90s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

"New Olympic record!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Liu Xiang won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liu Xiang won!!!!!!"

"We won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He yelled out these simple words, but he didn't know how many times he broke the sound.

But Yang Jian didn't care at all.

Now he feels that he should express the truest emotions in his heart to the billions of viewers who are paying attention to this game.

At the starting point of the sidelines.

Sun Haiping was already in tears.

He doesn't cry often.

But this time.

The eyes can't hold back tears.

But his voice was cheering vigorously, and his expression was out of control, and it didn't matter.

Because at this moment.

Several domestic sports tycoons around him.

It also lost expression management.

They shouted, hugged, roared, and opened their eyes wide, and all kinds of words that they could not tell.

Splashing everywhere.

On the track.

After Liu Xiang crossed the finish line.

It's like a classic car that has lost its brakes.

It has burned out everything I have.

Su Shen noticed that Liu Xiang seemed to be unable to stop the car.

He reached out to stop him before stopping him.

The moment he blocked it, before he could speak, Liu Xiang's face turned red and white, excited and powerless, just like adding brown sugar to his tofu brain, and whispered: "Help me."

"I can't stand firm."

"What's wrong? Are you injured? Brother Xiang." Su Shen immediately frowned.

"It's nothing, Xiaotian." Liu Xiang was just in a good mood and said casually in a light voice: "The Achilles tendon may be broken."

Su Shen was stunned.

But for such a terrifying thing, Liu Xiang only had a smile on his face.

It was as if he was telling him that he had just broken a tiny shoelace.

Instead of the Achilles tendon connecting the flesh and blood of the feet.

"Help me, Xiaotian, let me be more handsome and be interviewed."

"After all, I'm the Olympic champion again, right?"

A simple sentence, "I am the Olympic champion again."

Su Shen almost couldn't hold back his emotions.

This man.

The dream has come true.

Or it is a dream in China in 2012.

The dream has come true.

PS: It was about 15,000 again. I wrote about 30,000 words in twenty-four hours, modified several times, and delayed some time.

Now I'm out in one breath, OK, I'm going to have a sleep, get up and write again, I'm going to bed, I'm sleepy all night, I'm so sleepy. Fortunately, I'm going to rest today, otherwise I'll die. Hey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter completed!