Chapter 92: Victory and Defeat

After sending out the last sword, the wind and rain fell to the ground softly, and just now, the yuan power in her body and the strength in her body had been exhausted.

Ten thousand swords are fired together, it is Luo Qingyou who has guided Feng Fengrou to learn in the past few days, this trick is very simple to say, and it is also very difficult to say that it is difficult.

Simplicity is simplicity, it has no new moves, just a starting style, a flat sword, and a scenery sword shadow are used continuously.

However, the difficulty lies here, if these three styles cannot be well connected, then it will not be possible to send out a thousand swords at once.

However, fortunately, in the past half a year, Feng Fengrou has practiced the first three styles very skillfully, and only needs to be a little smoother when connecting, and now, the effect is not bad.

And what Feng Fengrou has to wait for now is whether Han Hongwei can resist this blow, if she resists, she will lose, if she can't bear it, maybe she wins, victory or defeat depends on this moment.

Feng Fengrou raised her head and looked at Han Hongwei, only to see the illusory giant sword stabbed in Han Hongwei's chest, and the flowing shield couldn't help but gather the fire yuan power in his body in his chest.

"Boom!"

The greatsword collided with the stream shield, and there was a loud roar again.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud noise, and Feng Fengrou saw that Han Hongwei, who was still standing on the stone platform, suddenly flew out upside down.

The impact of the illusory giant sword was too great, and it actually knocked Han Hongwei away, but the giant sword hit Han Hongwei's body, and under the buffer of the flowing shield, it gradually dissipated, and finally became nothing.

And Han Hongwei, when the giant sword dissipated, stood firmly, and then walked in the direction of Fengyurou step by step.

"Did you lose?"

Feng Yurou muttered, looking at Han Hongwei with some unwillingness, she had been practicing day and night for the past two days, but she didn't expect to lose in the end, and Feng Fengrou felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Feng Yurou closed her eyes, patted the ground, and then stood up with difficulty, and the aoki sword in her hand pointed at Han Hongwei again, she still had to fight.

At this time, Han Hongwei came to Feng Fengrou with a gloomy face, holding a silver spear in his hand, pointing directly at Feng Fengrou.

Suddenly, Han Hongwei smiled at Feng Fengrou, and then said, "I lost!"

"What?"

Feng Fengrou looked at Han Hongwei in surprise, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

"Although I resisted your blow, I was knocked out of the competition area by you and lost. ”

Han Hongwei explained to Feng Fengrou with a smile, but Feng Fengrou looked at Han Hongwei's face, with a trace of unwillingness in her wry smile, and also a little bit of decadence of failure.

"This?"

Hearing this, Feng Fengrou glanced in the direction of Li Chengfeng, and only reacted when she saw Li Chengfeng smiling and nodding to her.

"I won!"

Feng Fengrou raised her head and shouted in the direction of Luo Qingyou.

Luo Qingyou looked at Feng Yurou, smiled, and nodded lightly.

"Although my Yuan Power is thicker than yours, your explosive power is very strong, if it weren't for the previous attrition war, I'm afraid this sword would have seriously injured me. ”

Han Hongwei said, in the blink of an eye, not only was there no failure and decadence, but he was also full of appreciation for the wind and rain.

"Thank you!"

Feng Fengrou suddenly thanked Han Hongwei, which made Han Hongwei at a loss for a while.