Train to Another World

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After a while, Li Zhuoguang came on stage.

Li Zhuoguang, Qin Daniu, and Po Jun came to the ring. The fourth contestant was Feng Xingtong. When he entered the ring from the entrance, he saw the three people looking at him. He only felt that his legs were a little sore.

Thunder Smoke Cannon and one of the two heroes who have become famous in recent years, no matter who they are, they are people who can cause earthquakes in the alien world by just stamping their feet. There was also a young man wearing nondescript armor. Although he had never seen him before, there must be something extraordinary about being able to walk with them, and Feng Xingtong did not dare to underestimate him.

He was originally going to fight against the big guys, but he also faced three of them at once. Feng Xingtong felt that at this moment, he realized how difficult it was to run around. If he had any hesitation in surrendering, it was because his brain was wattled.

Feng Xingtong surrendered at the beginning, but as soon as he raised his hand, he felt the murderous aura coming from the stands. When he looked back, it was his sister Feng Shayan, who was glaring at him with sharp eyes. It looked like if he dared to surrender, his sister would immediately rush down and eat him alive.

After receiving such a glare from her, Feng Xingtong remembered that he and his sister came to participate in the Luotian Dajiao this time not for the position of Heavenly Master and the Tongtianlu, but because their father Feng Zhenghao became the Celestial Master. The Ten Guys will soon need them to perform well on this occasion and make a name for themselves in the Tianxiahui.

Therefore, dying in the ring is okay; surrendering voluntarily is not okay.

Feng Xingtong showed an expression that looked like she was crying, looked at the three people in front of her, and said in a difficult voice: "Feng Xingtong is the best in the world, please enlighten me."

Qin Daniu shook his head. An opponent who had lost his fighting spirit was not attractive to him at all. As for Li Zhuoguang, he just likes to bully the weak and enjoys the joy of torturing vegetables. But he was an old man after all, and he always had to take care of the newcomers, so he reluctantly gave up this delicious little rookie chicken to Po Jun.

When Po Jun heard that Li Zhuoguang asked her to come, he instinctively felt happy: "Can I chop off his head and take it back in exchange for merit?"

Po Jun looked at the short white hair and liked it. If he could take this head back, anyone who looked at it would say it was a barbarian's head. The skin was delicate and white, and he looked like the heir of an aristocrat. This was not even the third turn of Ce Xun. ?

"no!"

When Po Jun heard this, he lowered his head and bargained with some reluctance: "Where are the ears? Ears are fine too."

"This is a competition, you can't kill him, and...do you really think you can defeat him?"

"Hmph! A meaningless battle..." Po Jun saw Li Zhuoguang's hand raised and said quickly, "We can still fight."

As the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain announced the start of the competition, Po Jun unsheathed his sword and moved cautiously towards Feng Xingtong.

Feng Xingtong did not dare to be careless, and immediately used one of the eight magical skills passed down from his family - Ju Ling Sen Jiang, and began to summon the souls of the dead.

Xiong Facai drank honey water in the stands and said to Ariana: "This method is a bit like reincarnation from dirty soil. Unfortunately, it can only summon the soul of the dead to himself, but cannot give him a body."

Ariana nodded: "The influx of other souls into the body will eventually have some impact on the body. This method is not good."

Because they needed to fight, Feng Xingtong did not summon Wang Zizhong, but chose to summon the heroic spirit of an ancient general.

Po Jun noticed that Feng Xingtong's aura changed, and immediately turned back to Li Zhuoguang and shouted: "He is cheating and taking advantage of the situation. Doesn't this allow me to kill him?"

"If you say no, you can't."

Po Jun frowned and complained: "Humph! I am the only sergeant here, so I can't take advantage of the military's strength, otherwise..."

But seeing Feng Xingtong's aura rising continuously, Po Jun weighed the long knife in his hand and felt that rushing forward would be a sure way to die, so he simply tried to kill the horse.

Just borrow whatever you want, what if the land under your feet is an ancient battlefield?

Po Jun cut his palm open with his sword, spilled blood on the ground, and began to activate the secret military technique that every sergeant in Dashun would learn - taking advantage of the situation. If you are in the army, you can take advantage of the army's power. If the army is defeated like a mountain, you can also use the power of the heroic spirit in the robe.

There are not many troops stationed in Heiyuan Pass where Po Jun is located, and most of them are veterans. However, the reason why they have been able to resist the aliens for decades is because Heiyuan Pass is a critical place. Countless frontier troops have spared their lives throughout the ages. Here it is. Outside the Black Abyss Pass, it can be said that there is a layer of earth covering a layer of bones, and the layers are endless.

Even if there are ten times the number of enemies breaking through, the border troops can take advantage of the situation, and they can all descend to earth like gods of war to fight against the foreign enemies.

Because Po Jun had stayed in the border army camp at Heiyuanyuan Pass since she was born, she only knew how to take advantage of the situation of the ever-victorious army at Heiyuanyuan Pass.

She spilled the blood on the ground and then covered her face with her hands, painting her face red with the blood. Her facial features were blurred together, as if she was wearing a red mask, making it difficult for people to see her true appearance.

Then she shouted: "Drive out the aliens and protect my country!"

This is the oath made by the ever-victorious army when it takes advantage of the situation. No matter living or dead, anyone who keeps this oath can help.

As Po Jun finished speaking, a dark wind began to blow in the arena. Countless figures appeared on the stage. Feng Xingtong was shocked. He had never heard of any spiritualism that could attract so many dead souls at once.

He immediately activated the Soul-Calling and General-Dispatching Technique. His family secret technique was the nemesis of all kinds of necromancy and spiritualism in the world. Even if there were more souls, it would still be useless. What happened? It was impossible to detain them?! Something seemed to have pinned them down. Unless they were willing, there was no way to exorcise or expel them.

Seeing that Soul-Calling and General-Dispatching Technique had no effect on these dead souls, both Feng Zhenghao and Wang Ai frowned.

More and more people were standing on the stage, almost filling up the arena. The people in the stands also became nervous. A few ghosts were easy for the people present to deal with, but the problem was that there were too many of them.

Because of the practice of Soul-Calling and General-Dispatching Technique and because he was close to them, Feng Xingtong could vaguely see the clothes of those figures.

"Are these all workers?! How could there be so many dead souls of workers in Longhu Mountain?"

Feng Xingtong suddenly remembered that next to Longhu Mountain was Tongdu. He and his sister arrived a few days earlier and played around before the Luotian Grand Ceremony began.

Seeing these workers, he suddenly remembered a place he had just visited, and said absentmindedly: "The memorial tower on Xiangjialing."

The memorial tower commemorates the more than 2,000 laborers who died tragically when the aliens invaded the Central Plains decades ago.

Feng Xingtong was thinking, but found that the figures on the field suddenly disappeared. He suddenly raised his head and found that the strange child in armor in front of him was a little bit wrong.

Li Zhuoguang also frowned. What kind of secret technique did this dead child use to take so many dead souls into his body.

Countless grievances mixed with tragic pressure rose from her body, shocking the people around.

Pojun raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes full of anger and hatred, and looked at Feng Xingtong. Feng Xingtong's breath stagnated, and he found that the strange child was gone.

"It's going to be bad!" Li Zhuoguang knew that something was going to happen when he saw Pojun's look, so when Pojun launched the attack, he also disappeared from the spot.

Before Po Jun's long sword was about to chop off Feng Xingtong's head, he barely stopped it.

Feng Xingtong also felt the chill on his neck, turned his head and found that Po Jun had appeared behind him at some point. The long sword was already on his neck, but Li Zhuoguang held the hand holding the sword tightly, so he didn't chop off his head.

Feng Xingtong's body softened immediately, and he knelt on the ground. As his qi dissipated, the spirit-binding and general-dispatching spell was automatically lifted.