Chen Feng was hit many tis all over the body, and the outer armor was more and more damaged, very embarrassed. But in order to see if He Wenyong had any other ans, Chen Feng chose to work hard to lure He Wenyong to take action.
Chen Feng's situation is getting worse and worse, Zheng Zhirong can't help but get anxious, clutching Hong Hung Bin's arm tightly: "It won't work, Chen Feng will lose."
On the other side, Xu Xin almost jumped up excitedly, and said incoherently: "Chen Feng is about to lose, haha, He Wenyong is about to win. I think he will have no face to appear in front of from now on." Looking at the projector, Chen Feng beca more and more helpless. With sound and shadow, Xu Xin clenched his fists and swallowed, waiting for the mont Chen Feng was completely knocked down.
Hearing Zheng Zhirongs words, Hong Hung Bin laughed confidently. Unlike Zheng Zhirong, he beca more and more confident in Chen Feng: "Dont worry, Chen Fengs other beam sword is useless yet. He cant take his as a person. I will bring a weapon on the court as a display. I guess it's just to test if He Wenyong has any new moves."
Nangong ngdie holds the sa view: "If He Wenyong had no other ans, Chen Feng would basically have won."
He Wenyong in the field also realized that Chi had changed. The beam sword hilt on the waist of Chen Feng's cha constantly reminded him that Chen Feng still has variables. In order to solve the opponent as soon as possible, he decided to make a desperate move.
After throwing a boorang once again to attack Chen Fengs right side, He Wenyong chose to attack Chen Fengs left side with a fateful approach. He wanted to trap Chen Feng in this way and prevent him from moving. He Wenyongs actions made Chen Feng sure. Since he has no other backhands, he no longer hesitates to pull out the unused beam sword that has been hanging around his waist.
"Co!" Hong Bin clapped his hands nervously, holding his breath and waiting for the final match between the two.
Seeing Chen Feng's actions, He Wenyong beca more and more disturbed, but he had to send the arrow on the string. The boorang had already been thrown and he could only bite the bullet to keep up. The success or failure was at this mont.
Chen Fengs ch has two beam sabers in his hand and finally no longer has to dodge the boorang. The beam saber in his original hand has been resisting He Wenyongs attack. There is no weapon in his other hand that cant fight the boorang and can only be passively beaten. Now the situation with weapons is completely different.
Chen Feng held the sword in his right hand and hit the boorang that was continuously causing him damage. With the sword in his left hand, he stuck the beam sword from the owner He Wenyong. So far, the threat of the boorang was finally resolved.
While Chen Feng sighed, He Wenyong's heart sank. Without the boorang, he fought with his last hope and tried to inflict so final damage on Chen Feng's scarred cha. After all, Chen Feng's current situation There is still a chance if it is not very good.
Chen Feng understands that his cha can no longer withstand more damage. If he is attacked to an area where the armor is damaged, he may be knocked down directly. The two beam swords in his hand continue to wield and occasionally attack He Wenyong's cha between the defenses. .
The first ti he encountered an opponent using double swords, He Wenyong seed very uncomfortable. After losing his assassin, he could barely support Chen Feng's double swords with his solid basic skills, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that his failure was only a matter of ti. .
On the contrary, Chen Feng played more and more freely. He had never used double swords against anyone except Hongshui Bin, and Hongshui Bin was a smart and changeable routine. It was completely different from He Wenyong's steady combat before him. The fresh experience made Chen Feng more difficult to extricate himself. The ga beca his personal training.
Teacher Xu didn't stop Chen Feng's actions. He held the wine gourd on the console and pointed to Chen Feng's actions, but because he was far away from the students, no one could hear what he was saying.
He Wenyong was even more frustrated in Chen Feng's free and easy shot. He knew that Chen Feng could no longer be allowed to go as he pleased.
So in everyones surprised eyes, He Wenyong suddenly manipulated the cha and stretched out his left hand to greet Chen Fengs beam saber. Chen Feng was caught off guard before moving the beam saber, and the beam saber fell into the arm of He Wenyongs cha and died. Dead stuck.
He Wenyong achieved the goal of restricting Chen Feng's freedom, gave up the defense and raised the beam sword of his right hand to stab the cockpit of Chen Feng's cha.
In the face of He Wenyong's desperate fight, Chen Feng learned how to let go of the restricted beam saber in his right hand, quickly withdrew his right hand to cover his chest, grabbed the beam saber stabbed by He Wenyong, and raised the beam saber with his left hand. Wave forward.
He Wenyong struggling to strike without leaving any room for himself, the montum of the cha forward could not stop, and Chen Feng directly cut off the upper part of the fuselage, and the remaining torso fell to the ground weakly without control.
The victorious Chen Feng did not cheer but looked down at his cha in a cold sweat. I saw that the palm of his right hand holding the beam sword was completely gone. He Wenyong's beam sword broke through the defense of his right hand and pierced into the chest of the cha. Only a step away from his cockpit.
Chen Feng scread for luck when he left the operation. He didn't expect the victory to be so thrilling: "It's very dangerous, fortunately I took the lead in cutting off his cockpit, otherwise I will lose in the next few seconds."
Now that the winner was decided on the field, Mr. Xu began to make a judgnt: "The final match of the fourth group resulted in Chen Feng winning, then the group stage matches have now all ended. We will start to draw the knockout match again in the next class. List."
After speaking, Teacher Xu looked at the two simulation cabins that hadn't moved for a long ti, and urged: "The two little ghosts can co out. When do you want to spend ti in the simulation cabin?"
Chen Feng settled down and released the restraints on his body. When he pushed open the door of the simulation cabin, he realized that not only was his forehead covered with cold sweat, but his clothes were soaked. He said with lingering fear to He Wenyong who also pushed out the door. : "Student He Wenyong is so amazing. I thought I had a chance to win, but I didn't expect to be forced to this point. You almost won."
He Wenyong was no longer expressionless this ti, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Unfortunately, I have not yet mastered the use of boorangs. I thought I could win by surprise, but in the end it was a missed move."
Chen Feng recognized He Wenyong's strength very much, and recalled the embarrassnt in the battle just now: "If you are more familiar with the boorang, faster and more tricky, if I did not pull out the second beam sword, it would have been long ago. Cant hold it, even if its pulled out, its not that easy to knock it off."
"Unfortunately, there is no if. If you lose, you lose. Chen Feng congratulates you on becoming the number one in the group." Although He Wenyong lost, he still congratulated Chen Feng with grace.
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