NBA: Start with a three-point experience card

Chapter 841 109 points in a single game

841 109 points in a single game!
Today's Danny, let alone no one in front of him, even if there are people in front of him, he is able to make strong shots and hit three-pointers. .

So it is not enough to send only one person to guard against him.

So the Knicks had to step up their defense against Danny, occasionally double-teaming.

But in this way, the defensive pressure on Wang Yi's side is much less.

So he hit two three-pointers in a row.

When the Knicks put the defensive focus on him, Danny's side blossomed again.

Knicks can't take care of the head but can't take care of the tail, and he can't take care of the head.

Seeing that the Kings scored 175 points and Wang Yi's personal score reached 100 points, everyone at the Knicks finally shut up.

No one dared to call fuck wang anymore.

The great director Spike Lee slumped on the seat as if he had lost all his strength.

His eyes stared blankly at the field, like a wooden sculpture.

Facing a guy like Wang Yi, who would dare to shout fuck wang again.

When they yelled, Wang Yi made a three-pointer, and when they yelled, they made a three-pointer.

This guy has scored 100 points now, and he is only three points away from breaking his historical scoring record.

And the point difference between the two teams has reached 71 points.

It is also only three points away from breaking the historical scoring record.

In addition, the Kings have scored 178 points, only 9 points away from breaking the record for the highest scoring in a single game by an NBA team.

Who dares to shout again?
However, if you don't call me, will I spare you?

too naive.

With 4 minute and 1 seconds left in the fourth quarter, Wang Yi received a pass from Danny and rose up in front of the double team.

Swish!
Three point hit.

Personal score 103, breaking the historical single-game personal scoring record!
The point difference between the two teams is 74 points. As long as this point difference is maintained until the end, it will break the record for the largest point difference in a single game in history!
The more than 17 fans in Rose Square Garden were all aware of this at this time.

One by one, they no longer clamored for fuck wang like before.

Instead, their faces were ashen, and they all fell silent.

Not to mention shouting fuck wang, they didn't even have the most basic communication.

As for their great director, Spike Lee, he was also sitting on the back of the chair at this time, with his arms folded around his chest, and his eyes looked at the field like a pool of stagnant water.

Now they are not fucked by Wang, but fucked by Wang.

When Wang Yi passed by him, he didn't yell fuck wang anymore, but said in a slightly low voice:

"Young man, don't be too extreme in what you do."

Swah——

The answer was Wang Yi's logo hit a three-pointer.

The difference between the two teams is 77 points!
Wang Yi's personal score came to 106 points.

Turning around, he looked at Spike Lee on the sidelines.

"I'll do it, you bite me."

Spike's face was livid, but he didn't say a word.

Facing such a ferocious, brutal, perverted beast, what else could he say?
This guy is not like Reggie Miller, not like Trae Young.

Although those two were also very powerful, at least they were still in the human category.

And this guy is a total beast.

He doesn't care about worldliness at all, all he thinks about is one thing: to destroy you, to tear you apart.

The next round, the Knicks hit a two-pointer.

Looking back, Danny scored a super long three-pointer.

The difference is 78 points.

At this time, the entire home court of the Knicks was solemn.

It was like watching a giant fall.

All of them watched him being hit by thousands of arrows.

Then slowly fell to the ground.

Slowly closing his helpless and desperate eyes.

There was nothing they could do.

They can only witness.

Witness death.

Witness this one-sided massacre, bloody torture.

They have long forgotten the slogan of FUCK WANG.

That slogan is like an ancient mantra that came through time.

It was this spell that awakened this ancient demon.

If they can say anything at this time, if there is still a trace of sobriety in their consciousness, all they can say is one word——

demon!

At this time, there are 3 seconds left before the end of the game.

In any previous game, no matter how powerful the guy is, when he leads by a big score, it is time to stop his killing.

However, this demon did not.

Wang Yi's eyes are red.

The killing will not stop until the time is up.

Even if it's only 3 seconds!
Backcourt serve.

After he got the ball, he ran forward like a crazy devil.

The entire audience and the TV commentary were stunned.

"Oh, no..."

"With three seconds left, is he still going to kill?"

"He's crazy, he's absolutely crazy."

The fans at the scene also stood up, staring at Wang Yi with wide eyes.

At this time, Wang Yi was a red-eyed demon.

There was bloodthirsty in his eyes, and murderous intent on his face.

terrible.

terror.

Knicks coach Thibodeau also realized what Wang Yi was going to do.

He hurriedly waved his hands on the sidelines and yelled at the Knicks players: "Stop him! Stop him!"

Knicks guard Barrett wanted to go up to stop Wang Yi, but he was stunned when he saw Wang Yi's murderous eyes.

Knicks small forward Fournier also wanted to stop Wang Yi.

But seeing Wang Yi's bloodshot eyes, he was also taken aback.

At the moment when the two of them were stunned, Wang Yi had already passed between them.

At this moment, only Ross stood in front of Wang Yi resolutely.

Wang Yi's eyes that seemed to be eating people did not make him flinch.

Instead, he saw himself in a certain game when he was young.

At that time, his non-deceleration and change of direction made the whole league frightened.

Is the youngest MVP in vain?

Although at this time he was old and frail, his body was broken.

But his blood was still hot, and his heart was still beating.

As long as his blood is hot and his heart is beating, he will fight.

He wanted to stop the demon in front of him.

At this moment, Wang Yi has come to the three-point line in the backcourt.

Seeing Ross coming towards him.

He took three steps directly, and when Rose jumped up, he had already pushed out.

Rose's fingertips touched the basketball, but his fingertips only lightly rubbed against the basketball, which did not affect the trajectory of the basketball at all.

Basketball is like a rebellious lone wolf running tenaciously on the snow.

to its prey.

bang——

The basketball hit the backboard heavily.

After three days and three nights of long-distance raids, the wolf finally threw down its prey.

Swah——

The basketball goes into the net.

Like a wolf's sharp teeth, it precisely bit the prey's throat.

The lights go on and the whistle goes off.

The Kings scored 187 points in a single game.

Record-breaking!
The difference is 81 points.

New record! !

Wang Yi scored 109 points in a single game.

New record! ! !
Wang Yi withdrew his arms, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes slightly.

The sweet-smelling blood of the prey went down his throat and into his heart.

He is enjoying the prey.

enjoying the moment of victory...

(End of this chapter)