Gao Wu: My Dragon Valley System

Chapter 316 Trap Level!
"Jun Mo! Sheng Zhong! Come on!!!"

"Come on!!!"

“Win the championship!!!”

At this time, in the audience, countless people shouted and cheered.

Among the crowd, teachers and students of Xiacheng College, as well as Longting members of Xiacheng Base, all cheered for Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong at the top of their lungs.

Although they probably can't hear it at this time, we still have to encourage them.

Even if Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong were not in front of him, they would definitely be able to feel that feeling!
At this time, Zhang Junmo looked around.

I didn't see any other people from the Fujian team.

There were more than thirty teams, with more than three hundred people, lined up in a row, with no end in sight.

It seems that the order is broken up?
The first level is ahead.

But everyone was unable to move forward at this time.

Because there was a transparent barrier blocking it.

However, the crowd did not have to wait long before they saw a light screen 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 all prepared to sprint.

In the individual competition, everyone fights on their own. Depending on the situation, if you are lucky, even those with slightly weaker strength can achieve good results!
In every competition, there are people who have more or less luck in their hearts.

Naturally, such people are indispensable in a national competition.

In fact, there are almost no truly lucky people.

The countdown returns to zero under everyone’s gaze!
The light screen disappeared and the barrier dissipated.

Almost everyone burst out at their fastest speed and sprinted forward almost immediately!
hundred kilometers.

For ordinary people, it is too far and you definitely cannot finish running.

But for this group of talented practitioners, the slowest time would be half an hour.

For a top-notch person like Han Mo, it would probably take him ten minutes to complete the race.

Of course, the four major obstacles on this track are obviously not just for running.

Zhang Junmo did not switch to the assassin profession immediately, but switched to the phantom swordsman profession, activated the charge skill, and rushed into the fog.

Assassin class, the current combat capability is not too strong.

Moreover, due to the special nature of the weapon, he didn't want to switch it casually.

Worried about exposing something.

The group was only a few hundred meters away from the fog, and it only took Zhang Junmo a few seconds to cross that distance.

"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 similar to a maze?"

It was like there was a thick fog around and visibility was very low.

But it's not like a maze where all five senses are confused.

His spiritual awareness was suppressed, but he still retained a certain degree of vision.

It can still be seen within ten meters around you.

After roughly identifying the direction, Zhang Junmo continued to sprint forward.

The senses of a cultivator are much stronger than those of an ordinary person. Although the spiritual consciousness is suppressed here, it does not confuse sensory judgment. Although the line of sight is only ten meters away, Zhang Junmo's forward path has not deviated at all.

He still moved forward in the original direction.

call out!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Zhang Junmo tilted his head slightly, and saw a feather arrow flying towards him, brushing past his face.

The feather arrow flew past with a slight sharpness, causing Zhang Junmo's cheek to feel a slight pain.

Fortunately, his long-honed thick skin was so tough that it was not scratched.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What era is this? Feather arrows... I thought it was a bombing with hot weapons!"

Zhang Junmo muttered and complained quietly.

At first it was just a feather arrow, and Zhang Junmo dodged it easily.

Then the feather arrows turned into balls, and Zhang Junmo had to dodge more quickly, while also needing to take action to block the attacks of the feather arrows.

In the end, the opponent launched a rain of arrows.

Emmm...

Zhang Junmo was a little irritable.

If everyone wasn't watching, I would really like to switch to an archer and compete with the other side to see who can shoot more, shoot farther, and shoot more accurately! The feather arrow attack was just an appetizer, the attack power was very weak, and Zhang Junmo easily blocked it.

However, this kind of attack would be extremely troublesome for many contestants who are weaker in strength.

There were even more than a dozen people whose bodies were pierced by feather arrows.

Although the injury was not serious, it had affected his speed.

The fog still existed, limiting vision and no one else was visible around.

But Zhang Junmo was not panicked at all and continued to advance steadily.

Soon, new attacks emerged.

boom!
A roar was heard and Zhang Junmo listened attentively.

A low whistling sound came from the fog, and then he saw a flaming cannonball dragging a long flame flying towards him.

"Nima!"

Zhang Junmo's eyes narrowed, and then he rolled suddenly and hid to the front left.

It turned out to be an armor-piercing bullet!

The corner of Zhang Junmo's mouth twitched.

He was just thinking about some hot weapons.

Then this thing came from the other side.

Armor-piercing bullets, this is no joke.

Even in his current state, if he was hit head-on by this thing, he would definitely be injured.

But it was not over yet. After he dodged an armor-piercing bullet, he found his body suddenly sinking.

I was suddenly shocked.

This is the gravity field!
He seemed to have entered a formation. This formation had no special attacks, but simply increased the gravity of the area.

It makes the body of the person passing by feel heavier.

“It’s slowing down!”

The increase in gravity slowed down Zhang Junmo's speed.

The body feels like it is stuck in a quagmire.

Very uncomfortable.

The increase in gravity does not simply mean that the body becomes heavier, but that every piece of flesh, bone, every internal organ, and every cell is under greater pressure.

For a moment, Zhang Junmo felt that even his breathing became heavy.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came again from the front.

This time, the sound was not as low as before, so it should not be an armor-piercing bullet.

Zhang Junmo stared at the thick fog ahead.

Everything around seemed to be slowing down, the fog was twisting, and it seemed that something was about to rush out!
Puff puff!
Suddenly, tiny rays of light broke through the fog and shot towards us.

Zhang Junmo saw it.

That's a bullet!

But it was not an ordinary bullet, it was a sniper bullet!

Of course, even sniper bullets and most types of bullets do not pose much threat to Zhang Junmo at the moment.

But that's just one.

What is this in front of me?
It was a hail of bullets!

At least hundreds of sniper bullets were fired at him at once.

"Hard enough!"

Zhang Junmo's face twitched slightly, then he swung his sword, jumped up, and smashed down with the sword.

Skill, mid-air critical strike!

boom!
The long sword smashed down at his feet, generating a burst of energy that deflected the bullets away.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The bullet collided with the energy, making a noise that made Zhang Junmo's scalp tingle.

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 spiritual consciousness in his mind kept stimulating him and sent him a series of crisis warnings!

He couldn't help wanting to curse.

What the hell!
Isn't it about formation trap?

How the hell is this thing coming out?

boom!
A huge roar was heard, flames shot up into the sky, and fog surged.

Zhang Junmo was blown away.

(End of this chapter)