"Jun Mo! Sheng Zhong! Come on!!!"
"Come on!!!"
"Winning the championship!!!"
At this time, countless people in the audience cheered and cheered.
Among the crowd, the teachers and students of Xiacheng College, as well as the Longting members of Xiacheng Base, also cheered for Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong at the top of their lungs.
Although they should not be able to hear it at this time, they still need to cheer.
Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong can definitely feel that kind of mood even if they are not in front of them!
At this time, Zhang Junmo looked on both sides.
No one else from the Fujian team was seen.
More than thirty teams, more than three hundred people, lined up in a row, with no end in sight.
It seems that the order has been broken up?
Ahead is the first level.
But no one could move forward at this time.
Because there is a transparent barrier in front of him.
However, everyone did not wait long before they saw a screen of light appear in front of them.
On the light screen is a countdown.
10.
9.
8.
…
When everyone saw this scene, their expressions froze and they were all ready to sprint.
In the individual competition, everyone competes. Depending on the situation, if you are lucky, you may be able to achieve good results even if your strength is slightly lower!
In every competition, there will be people who are more or less lucky.
This kind of national competition is naturally indispensable for such people.
In fact, there are almost no people who are truly lucky.
The countdown, with everyone watching, returns to zero!
The light screen disappeared and the barrier dispersed.
Almost immediately, everyone broke out at their fastest speed and sprinted ahead!
Hundreds of kilometers.
For ordinary people, it is a very far distance and it is impossible to finish it by running.
But for these talented practitioners, the slowest time is only half an hour.
A top-notch person like Han Mo would probably finish the entire race in about ten minutes.
Of course, the four major obstacles on this track are obviously not just running.
Zhang Junmo did not switch to the assassin profession immediately, but switched to the fantasy swordsman profession, activated the charge skill, and rushed towards the fog.
Assassin profession, its current combat effectiveness is not very strong.
Moreover, because of the special nature of the weapon, he did not want to switch casually.
Worry about exposing something.
Everyone was only a few hundred meters away from the fog, and it only took Zhang Junmo a few seconds to cross such a distance.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"Jun Mo!"
However, before entering the fog, Zhang Junmo seemed to hear someone calling him again.
But the next moment, when he entered the fog, he could no longer hear any sound.
"Is it like a maze?"
There was a heavy fog all around, and visibility was very low.
But it's not like the maze, where the five senses are confused.
His consciousness was suppressed, but he still retained a certain degree of vision.
It can still be seen within ten meters of the surrounding area.
After slightly identifying the direction, Zhang Junmo began to sprint forward.
The senses of practitioners are much stronger than those of ordinary people. Although the spiritual consciousness is suppressed here, it has no confusing effect on sensory judgment. Although the line of sight is only ten meters away, Zhang Junmo's forward path has not deviated in any way.
He was still moving in the original direction.
stop!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.
Zhang Junmo tilted his head slightly and saw an arrow flying towards him, grazing his face.
The feather arrow passed with a slight sharpness, making Zhang Junmo's cheek sting slightly.
Fortunately, the thick skin he had honed for a long time and the terrifying tenacity had not been scratched.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"What age is it? I still have arrows... I thought it was a thermal weapon bombing!"
Zhang Junmo started to complain in a low voice.
At first it was just a feather arrow, and Zhang Junmo dodged it casually.
Then the feather arrows turned into clumps, and Zhang Junmo's dodge became larger, and he also needed to take action to resist the attack of the feather arrows.
In the end, there was a hail of arrows coming directly from the opposite side.
emmm…
Zhang Junmo was a little irritable.
If not everyone is watching, I really want to transform into an archer and compete with the opponent to see who can shoot more and accurately from a distance!
The feather arrow offensive was just an appetizer, the attack power was very weak, and Zhang Junmo blocked it easily.
However, this kind of offensive would be extremely troublesome for many contestants who are not even close in strength.
A dozen people have even been pierced by arrows.
Although the injury was not serious, it had an impact on his speed.
The fog is still there, the field of vision is limited, and no one else can be seen around.
However, Zhang Junmo did not panic at all and remained stable and ahead of the curve.
Soon, new attacks emerged.
boom!
A roar came out, and Zhang Junmo listened intently.
A low whistling sound came from the fog, and then he saw a blazing cannonball flying over with a long flame trailing behind it.
"Nima!"
Zhang Junmo's eyes narrowed, then he rolled violently and hid towards the left front.
It turned out to be an armor-piercing bullet!
Zhang Junmo's mouth twitched.
Just now he was thinking about thermal weapons.
Then this thing came from the opposite side.
Armor-piercing bullets, this is no joke.
Even if he was hit head-on by this thing, he would definitely be injured.
But it wasn't over yet. After he dodged an armor-piercing bullet, he found that his body sank suddenly.
I was suddenly shocked.
This is a gravity field!
He seemed to have entered a formation. This formation had no special attack, but only increased the gravity of the area.
It makes the bodies of those who pass by become heavier.
"It's slowing down!"
The increase in gravity slowed down Zhang Junmo.
The body felt like it was stuck in a quagmire.
Very uncomfortable.
The increase in gravity is not just a matter of the body getting heavier, but every piece of flesh, bone, every organ, and every cell is under greater pressure.
For a moment, Zhang Junmo felt that even his breathing had become heavier.
At this moment, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air again from the front.
This time, the sound was not as low as before, and it was probably not an armor-piercing projectile.
Zhang Junmo stared intently at the heavy fog ahead.
Everything around me seems to be slowing down, the fog is distorted, and it seems like something is about to rush out!
Puff puff!
Suddenly, tiny rays of light and shadow broke through the fog barrier and shot out suddenly.
Zhang Junmo saw it.
That's a bullet!
But it's not an ordinary bullet, it's a sniper bullet!
Of course, even sniper bullets and most types of bullets pose little threat to Zhang Junmo.
But that means a single one.
In front of me, where is this?
It was a hail of bullets!
Densely packed, at least hundreds of sniper bullets were fired at his body instantly.
"Hard enough!"
Zhang Junmo's face twitched slightly, then he swung his sword, jumped up, and slammed the sword down.
Skill, volley critical strike!
boom!
The long sword hit his feet, and with a burst of strength, the bullets were bounced away.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
The bullet collided with the energy and made a burst of sound, which made Zhang Junmo's scalp numb.
But fortunately, no bullet could penetrate Zhang Junmo's attack and hit his body.
However, the horror of the trap has just begun!
When Zhang Junmo stepped on a raised ground, the consciousness in his mind kept stimulating him, sending out waves of crisis warnings!
He couldn't help but want to curse.
What the hell!
Aren't you talking about a formation trap?
Why the hell did this thing even come out?
boom!
There was a huge roar, fire shot into the sky, and mist surged.
Zhang Junmo's whole body was blown away.
