Chapter 407: Duel

In the blink of an eye, Shunji Nakamura's shadow disappeared from view, Ding Wei knew that something was wrong, and when he was about to retreat, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and was taken aback.

At this point, it is impossible to turn back, and time and physical inertia do not allow it.

Ding Wei gritted his teeth, suddenly accelerated, and ran forward desperately. At the same time, the arm bent back, the long sword retreated, and in the panic, he did not forget to attack.

Shunji Nakamura was unmoved, the soft sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, tightly entangled Ding Wei, and he never died. And at this moment, Zhuge Tianlong was defeated by Shunji Nakamura's doppelganger with a sword.

At the last moment, a figure suddenly flashed, and the strange speed blocked Nakamura Shunji's soft sword.

Boom! Boom! Qiang ...... Boom!

Sparks are flying and sparks are flying. In the firelight, the two bodies flew back separately.

"Who the hell are you?" Shunji Nakamura retracted his clone and stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes solemn, staring coldly at Wen Jun.

Wen Jun slowly tore off his mask, revealing his true face.

"Ahh Pan Qiang exclaimed, his eyes wandering around Wen Jun and Duan Peng, how could two identical people come out? The next moment, his expression was almost dull.

Shunji Nakamura nodded and said coldly: "You are Wen Jun!" ”

Wen Jun teased: "I understand now, is it a little late?" ”

Shunji Nakamura raised his arrogant head and snorted coldly: "If it was a month ago, you might have been right, but at this moment, the situation has reversed, and it should be you who regret it." ”

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose and said with a smile: "Although you seem to have become much stronger, since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good. Five hundred years ago, you were a tragedy, and today, you are still a cup. ”

Shunji Nakamura's face twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, even if you want to repeat your old tricks, but with you people, you want to defeat me?" ”

Wen Jun laughed and said, "There is no need to fight in groups, it is enough for me alone."

Shunji Nakamura's calm expression was as solemn as water, and Wen Jun's confidence made him vaguely feel a trace of unease. The young man in front of him is not so easy to defeat, and if he doesn't use all his strength, he is afraid that he will be in a catastrophe tonight.

It can be said that Wen Jun is the biggest rival in his life, or he will be killed by him and fall short; Either kill him and laugh at Huaxia.

"I'm not going to lose." Shunji Nakamura never thought he would lose, and this time it was no different.

Roar!

The battle intent that soared into the sky was wildly improved, and Shunji Nakamura's body exuded a strong aura, and his true qi was rising day by day, exerting a power far beyond the limit.

It's no surprise that Shunji Nakamura belongs to the kind of person who is stronger when he is stronger. Because the fighting spirit was so strong, that he bared his teeth and grinned, unrecognizable, hideous and terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Wujian was covered by sword shadows, like a hedgehog with a sword shadow in reverse, and the extremely sharp sword momentum scared several people who were watching tremble.

Xie Dakui thought to himself, Shunji Nakamura went crazy, what a terrifying sword momentum.

Duan Peng was secretly worried: "This Nakamura Shunji's strength is simply endless, Wen Jun doesn't know if he can resist it?"

Wen Jun was not afraid, the "Streamer Sword" in his hand shook, and the true qi of Pure Yang's "Dragon Slaying Technique" was quickly poured into the sword body, compared with Shunji Nakamura, the battle intent in the sky was surpassed. Once it is urged with all its might, the breath of destruction of all things is simply earth-shattering, and the sky is obscured.

"Blood Sea Slayer Dragon!"

Shunji Nakamura had already completed the final build-up, and the surging battle intent distorted the space around him, and he stepped out in one step, using every minute of strength in his body, and swung out a supreme sword.

As soon as the sword came out, the bloody rain and bloody wind, the sea of blood spread, and countless blood-colored sword shadows flew all over the sky, towards the leaf dust cover.

While raising the sword, Wen Jun calmly looked at Shunji Nakamura, and he could see that the killing intent in Shunji Nakamura's eyes was rising as high as the sword momentum in his hand.

The "Streamer Sword" exuded a dark golden luster, and Wen Jun no longer hesitated, attacking with a sword, carrying the horror of destroying the world and slashing forward.

Poof!

A dark golden sword light was like a beam of light, concentrating all the energy, and it was all in one battle, and it shot out. The sword pierced through the clouds and fog, broke through Shunji Nakamura's fortifications, slammed into the blood-colored world, drilled a hole, and rushed in.

Cracking sound!

The blood-colored sword shadow and the dark red sword light collided together, shattering piece by piece, and a deep sword mark was plowed out on the sea of blood, and the sea of blood set off a monstrous wave, and the blood mist gradually faded.

Nakamura Shunji's expression was cold, his face was expressionless, and he swung a sword again, and the blood-colored sword light was overwhelming, swarming, the sword shadow was longing, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

"Broken!"

Wen Jun didn't have any nonsense, the "Streamer Sword" danced frequently, and dark red beams shot out one after another, bombarding the overlapping blood-colored world.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble...... Rumble!

The bodies of the two continued to climb and fight alternately in the air, breaking through the roof and rushing into the air. There was a hole in the roof.

The rest of the room was dumbfounded. When they came to their senses, they seemed to have forgotten their identity, and they jumped up one after another, jumped out of the hole, and stood on the roof to watch.

In this bucket, the sun and moon are gone, and the wind is rising. The furious blood-colored sword rays and black sword rays were intertwined, constantly rotating and colliding around the two of them, and finally formed a tornado storm several miles wide and connecting the heavens and the earth.

In the center of the storm, the two kept bombarding each other, and it seemed that they would not stop until one of them fell. In their hearts, there is only one faith: they must die under their own sword!

Looking at the blood-colored light and black light in the tornado, as well as the dense lightning generated by energy friction, Pan Qiang couldn't help but burst into a rude voice: "It's too damn exaggerated!" Where is this duel between two people, it looks like thunder and lightning, it's a storm. ”

Zhuge Tianlong said worriedly: "I don't know them, who can have the last laugh." ”

The confrontation continued, and Eunjun used a thick layer of "Dragon Slaying Technique" True Qi to protect his body, but despite this, he was still not very comfortable, and the qi and blood in his body were boiling, as if boiling water.

The same is true of Shunji Nakamura, whose protective true qi emits a faint blue glow that envelops him and makes him look like a ghost.

Bang! Bang! Bang...... Bang!

The "Streamer Sword" continued to bombard the faint blue light, stirring up circles of twisted ripples, making Shunji Nakamura tremble from time to time.

"Quack...... I have hundreds of years of true qi in my body, and you kid has only been more than twenty years, and I see how long you can last. Shunji Nakamura's eerie dry laughter was heard in mid-air.

At this time, the competition is not only strength, but also endurance and willpower. Whoever can't bear it first, whose willpower collapses first, will lose, there is no second possibility!

Nakamura Shunji's strength is already unpredictable, coupled with such a shout, Zhuge Tianlong's heart suddenly tightened, and the cold sweat in the palms of his hands burst out, if it continues like this, Wen Jun is very likely to lose.