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Chapter 303: Impure blood(2/2)

Li Xing glanced at the location of the Witch Group, and Rutz was also there, and they were chatting.

Well, I'll help Banyani play the toughest game of his career tonight.

You should know that the best game in Banyani's career was played on the Thunder. Last season, he scored a single-game score record of the opponent in the season - 62 points.

The one who defended him was Ibaka.

"You kept saying that I was Maligong. So, isn't the person who got 62 points by me even worse than Maligong?"

"That's over! Do you know?"

"Just like Wilt Chamberlain's average of 50 points per game, it's all the past that has happened. People have to look forward, you useless noodles!"

Ibaka roared in Banyani's ear.

It was at this time that Li Xing's high-quality pick-and-roll tripped Westbrook.

Calderon was able to open his restraints and attack inward.

Perkins' assisted defense is very good, fast, accurate and stable, just blocking the breakthrough route.

Li Xing once again landed outside the three-point line.

The previous three-pointer seemed to be right in front of us, and Westbrook dared not let Li Xing go again.

As a result, Calderon still passed the ball out.

Li Xing took the ball and made a shooting posture. Westbrook jumped up directly. He knew that this might be a fake move, but he couldn't do it.

Li Xing's height made him have to do this.

Westbrook was shaken into the air, and Li Xing immediately broke through inward with the ball until the free throw line. Ibaka couldn't help but leave Banyani to help defend. It was at this moment that the audience danced.

Li Xing grabbed the ball, as if he was playing with a crazy bullfighter, and clicked back and forth in front of Ibaka's eyes.

Each stroke could make his body react wildly. Finally, Li Xing changed hands and took the ball at the waist and hit the ground and passed it to Banyani at the basket.

The Italian roared, jumped up with all his might, and dunked at the basket.

"Are you a stupid Spanish pig not good either? I thought Spaniards were as smart as Jose, but it seems I was wrong!"

Banyani said disappointedly.

Ibaka's anger didn't have time to attack, and Li Xing continued to finish it.

"You can't say that, he is not a purely-bred Spanish, and it's normal for him to be a little mentally retarded."
Chapter completed!
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