Football Kung Fu Player

At 00:45 in the first half, Wang Xing led the Tianchao team and launched a second attack.

The 7 or 8 players of the Korean team who were pressing in towards the whole field suddenly panicked and began to return to defense... They never expected that the big kick that went out just after pressing in the whole field was directly caught Steal it.

The key steal is actually a striker?!

"This speed is too scary..."

"The king of track and field...it can't be justified without this speed!"

"But it's hard enough!"

Many spectators were talking there, and Wang Xing had already returned to the midfield at this time.

This time, he faced three Han Chinese players who returned to defense. In addition to one midfielder, he also had two midfielders.

3 vs 1!

Apparently, Wang Xing's one-stop shot just now has scared the Korean team... No matter what, they have to stop Wang Xing~'s attack this time.

But apart from these three guys, the place close to 40 meters behind the entire Han Guo team was empty.

Just now they pressed the audience, only these 3 people just ran near the midfield.

Therefore, it is necessary to desperately intercept.

After all, this time I can't stop it, but what I'm facing will be Wang Xing's one-handed attack... He rushed to the empty defense line of the Han Guo team by himself. With his speed, only Wang Xing was left. shot.

The three Korean players did not try to steal, but gritted their teeth and dragged on.

They want to buy time for the other members of the Han Guo team to return to defense.

"Pass the ball... Wang Xing, pass the ball quickly!"

"Pass!"

"Pass it to Yan Song!"

All the players on the bench were shouting desperately, but Wang Xing went his own way and wanted to break through.

swish!

Wang Xing's forward body suddenly stopped. He looked at the three players in front of him with stern eyes, but the movements of his feet became faster and faster... The three defenders hesitated

This footwork is too sharp.

Cycling.

Wang Xing used his familiar footwork again.

The players of the Korean team can only defend and dare not make a move... If they steal, they are afraid that Wang Xing will make a fake move and break through directly.

swish!

Just when they were in a daze, Wang Xing made a through pass, and the ball instantly rolled from the crotch of a Korean player to the back of the three players.

The ball is divided!

Like a gust of wind, Wang Xing directly brushed against the player on the far side, bypassing the three of them, and got the through ball again.

"what?!"

It was only at this time that the three Han country players could barely react.

The moment they turned their heads, Wang Xing was already 5 meters away from them.

All of this is a long story, but in fact, from stopping the ball, stepping on the bicycle, then through, passing the ball... This series of actions are all completed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xing's feet danced like elves, unspeakably illusory and mysterious, everyone can clearly distinguish which foot is real and which foot is fake!

"beautiful!"

“Absolutely world-class excellence!”

"3 vs 1, Wang Xing actually chose to break through...and it was so beautiful!"

"The moment when he pedaled a bicycle at high speed to confuse the opponent, he directly passed the ball, and by virtue of his speed, he passed the three of them neatly... This scene is definitely something that can only be done by the world's top superstars!"

"In the Olympic qualifiers, we were able to see such a beautiful extraordinary..."

Zhang Bing said in admiration, and the director Gong on the side also smiled and said: "We guessed Wang Xing's strength countless times before the game, but we never expected that he not only has speed

Unexpectedly... even the footwork and dribbling are so sharp, I really want to ask Coach Chen why he was not allowed to practice football at the beginning!"

"Ha ha......"

Laughter came from the live broadcast room, and it seemed extremely relaxed.

The entire World Cup stadium was in an uproar.

Wang Xing's 1 to 3 was so straightforward, it was like stabbing all Han fans in the heart.

The king of track and field who had been underestimated before the game, on the football field, was not inferior to his heroic appearance on the track and field.

 …

Wang Xing was running wildly.

In front of his eyes was an avenue, and the entire Han Guo team's backcourt was empty.

In the center of the whole picture is a football in the air, which is falling, like a beautiful sunset, emitting warm and non-glare light.

...asking for flowers......

Nearly 30 meters in the backcourt, there is no shadow of a Han Chinese... They paid the price for all the pressure.

boom!

The muscles of Wang Xing's thigh contracted and tightened suddenly, like a string, generating huge tension, and then released it in an instant. His two legs are like the engine pistons of a car, they are constantly raised and lowered, the frequency is getting faster and faster, the greater the force generated, and finally pushing this Wang Xing, increasing the speed to the extreme!

Catch the cicada in eight steps!

Wang Xing is now, as if he is standing on the track and field field... In front of him is a straight 100-meter track.

This familiar feeling made him feel passionate!

"Running, who is my opponent in the world?!"

..........0

Wang Xing was a little arrogant, and in his eyes... only that goal was also the gate of a new world.

"God! He's so fast! He's running a football! A human races a flying football! Is...is he a psycho?!"

Han Guo's head coach Jin Yuankun exclaimed there, his face was not as calm as it was at the beginning.

It's not that he deliberately used exaggerated words to attract attention, but now he thinks so from the bottom of his heart...

The king of track and field who is as fast as lightning and is approaching football at high speed, what is it if he is not a pervert?

If... If this goal is scored again, it will be difficult for the Han Guo team to overtake.

2:0 ah!

This is a score that is difficult to recover.

The Chinese fans in the stands are now also full of shock.

Almost everyone maintained a stunned expression.

They were so frightened that they forgot to cheer for the Celestial Team's attack.

There was only one thought in their minds——

How can Wang Xing's speed be so fast... In this world, who is his opponent in terms of speed?!

Chen Luo knew where Wang Xing came from, but he was speechless at this moment.

He stared blankly at the running figure, stubborn and determined.

Beside him, Shen Xiangfu is cheering for Wang Xing: "Come on! Wang Xing! Go! 2:0...Nine".