When Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen arrived at the top floor, what they saw in front of them was Jing Yingrong reaching for a piece of pure white jade suspended in mid-air.
Without any eye contact or verbal communication, the two of them seemed to have a clear understanding of each other and launched an attack directly towards Jing Yingrong.
The Black Prison Divine Spear was enveloped in pitch-black flames, and the long sword "Emperor's Edge" released unparalleled golden light, reflecting in the mirrors one on the left and one on the right, forming a pincer attack.
The attack came in the blink of an eye, but they failed to touch half of Jing Yingrong's clothes.
In that moment, Jing Yingrong had already taken the jade and left the place.
As soon as Jing Yingrong left, the two people's targets of attack immediately became each other.
His field of vision was occupied by pitch-black flames. Wu Yaochen raised his eyebrows, his sword deflected slightly, and he consciously dodged to the side.
But Yin Xueze was not like this. The direction of the sharp spear did not change, and it continued to kill Wu Yaochen with unabated force.
As a result, Wu Yaochen immediately suffered a loss.
"Well!"
Wu Yaochen was knocked out and hit the wall on the top floor. He steadied himself, his chest burning with black flames.
Yin Xueze was scratched by the edge of the long sword. He took several steps back and stopped his retreat with his sharp spear on the ground.
He glanced at the wound on his shoulder with an indifferent expression.
Wu Yaochen suppressed the sweetness rising in his throat and dusted his clothes carelessly. The black flames were swallowed up by the pale golden light.
"Doing this to me doesn't hurt your conscience?"
Wu Yaochen had a smile on his face, with a completely joking tone.
Yin Xueze didn't look at him at all, his eyes only looked at the jade held by Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong looked at Yu. The jade body is white and flawless, and its shape is a ring with a gap.
The jade suddenly gave off a soft halo, and ripples appeared in the hollow in the middle, and a storage bag emerged from it.
That's the reward for first place.
Jing Yingrong checked the things in the storage bag and said it in the sea of consciousness. The three spirits were somewhat surprised.
Jiyanzhu: "The rewards are much richer than before!"
Jijie Pen: "The difficulty has increased so much, and the rewards should be increased."
Yin Xueze said: "The mirror reflects your face."
Jing Yingrong: "Huh?"
Yin Xueze: "Does your reward contain blood-smelting dragon sand?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head: "No."
Yin Xueze frowned slightly.
At this time, Lan Chucui and Shu Pinghui also arrived.
When Lan Chucui saw the jade-holding mirror, her expression was extremely complicated.
Shu Pinghui was surprised at first, and then laughed: "Seeing you two lose to Rong Rong makes me happy, hahahahaha."
Wu Yaochen was not annoyed and said lightly: "I have defeated you."
Shu Pinghui: "..."
Four groups of light suddenly flew out of the jade halo, two large and two small. The two larger ones floated towards Wu Yaochen and Yin Xueze, while the two smaller ones floated towards Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui.
This is the reward for tying for second place and tying for third place. Except for the first place, the remaining rankings are determined by the order of reaching the top.
Yin Xueze frowned even deeper after examining his reward.
Suddenly, Wu Yaochen said: "Is this the Blood Smelting Dragon Sand?"
He held a dark red stone in his palm.
Seeing the stone, Yin Xueze's eyes narrowed and he said, "Yes."
He moved his eyes upward, stared at Wu Yaochen, and asked, "Sell it or not?"
Wu Yaochen: "You want it?"
Yin Xueze looked impatient: "Nonsense. Do you want to sell it?"
Wu Yaochen tossed the stones, "I won't sell it. You promise me a condition, and I will give it to you."
Yin Xueze: "What conditions?"
Wu Yaochen seemed to have thought of something extremely interesting. He smiled with a hint of frivolity and said, "Call 'Brother Wizard' and let's hear it."
Yin Xueze: "..."
Senhan's murderous intention suddenly broke out.
Shu Pinghui blinked and said coolly: "No one can die in the building, so taking action is not a violation."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Xueze rushed towards Wu Yaochen with a gun.
The two started fighting, showing no mercy.
Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui each found a safe corner to hide in order to avoid being hurt.
Jing Yingrong stood motionless.
boom!
A tornado of black flames passed over her and exploded.
boom!
The golden sword light clung to her back and fell to the ground.
Dark fire rained all over the sky.
The violent red flames swept everything.
Black and red flames turned the entire top floor into purgatory.
Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui had to cast spells to protect themselves.
Lan Chucui snorted coldly: "Thank you for your gift."
Shu Pinghui retorted angrily: "It's none of my business. Wu Yaochen didn't bring this on himself. It's up to him to blame."
Lan Chucui stopped talking.
She stared at Jing Yingrong, who was standing in the field completely unaffected by the battle, with bottomless eyes.
The two men were soon injured, but neither of them had the tendency to stop. Wu Yaochen had a fierce fighting spirit, and Yin Xueze showed real fire.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the field.
It was the fourth who finally made it to the top.
However, before this person even had time to see the scene on the top floor clearly, he was engulfed by two-color flames that were entangled and fighting to the death, and was sent directly out of the Qiong Tower.
The light ball from Yu Fei floated out leisurely with the man.
The fifth and sixth placers suffered the same fate.
The seventh one was luckier, appearing near Shu Pinghui and was saved by her.
The man was dumbfounded and said: "You're here and you still want to fight?"
Shu Pinghui raised her lips: "Personal grudge."
"oh……"
The next eight, nine, and ten people all suffered from this unreasonable disaster.
The top ten had been announced, and a melodious bell sounded from somewhere, signaling the end of the event.
The two stopped almost at the same time, and all the flames were extinguished.
Half of Yin Xueze's body was dripping with blood, and Wu Yaochen was also seriously injured.
Yin Xueze glared at Wu Yaochen fiercely, his blood-stained face so ferocious that the seventh man's legs felt weak.
Wu Yaochen took a pill and let the wound heal on its own. He was still in the mood to laugh: "It's just a joke, why should you get angry? If you don't want to be called senior brother, I don't mind if you call me junior brother."
Yin Xueze's pupils shrank suddenly and he said sternly: "You are looking for death!"
He didn't care that he was already bruised and bruised, but he still rushed forward and continued to fight.
Wu Yaochen threw something at him with quick eyes and hands, and said, "I'll give it to you as my apology."
After seeing clearly that what he received was the Blood-Smelting Dragon Sand, Yin Xueze was stunned and stopped.
He then heard Wu Yaochen say: "Heal your wounds quickly."
Yin Xueze was stunned. He glanced at Wu Yaochen and frowned, as if he was weighing his concerns. Then he turned and walked away.
Shu Pinghui walked to Wu Yaochen and said, "Are you teasing the cat?"
Wu Yaochen smiled and was noncommittal.
Shu Pinghui: "It's so painful to be scratched, tsk tsk tsk tsk."
Wu Yaochen: "I'm not the only one who's miserable."
"Are you quite proud? I really don't understand. You know that people have bad tempers, why do you always provoke them, and they don't bother you."
"Of course it's because" Wu Yaochen turned his eyes and looked towards Yin Xueze. He paused for a moment and when he spoke again, the content changed: "Miss Shu, it's really difficult for me to talk to you."
"Ah? Why?"
Shu Pinghui said in confusion.
Wu Yaochen: "The distance is too far."
Shu Pinghui was stunned for a while before she realized that Wu Yaochen was saying she was short.
"Wu Yaochen, I wish you an early death in Yin Xueze's hands."
Shu Pinghui gritted her teeth and dropped these words, and walked away angrily.
Watching Shu Pinghui run to Jing Yingrong, Wu Yaochen finally had time to take out the things he had quietly collected during the battle.
They were some light black ice crystals, imprisoned by his spiritual power to keep them intact.
After looking at it carefully, Wu Yaochen thought about it and gathered Zhu Xi's true flames in his palm without emitting any light. Only the power of the flames burned the ice crystals.
The flocculent black filaments growing in the ice crystals quickly evaporated, and the ice crystals were restored to their purest colorless and transparent state.
Wu Yaochen played with the clean and translucent ice crystals, looking thoughtful.
