Just as Shen Xiaole tried his best to impact upward, the person who had just been overtaken by her turned over and jumped up violently.

Shen Xiaole paused, and she was stopped.

Only then did she look head-on at the man who had stopped her, who had a seaweed-colored turban on top of his head.

It covered his forehead completely, revealing a pair of eyes.

His skin is brown and black, and the whole person gives people a sense of gloom.

"Shen Xiaole, you are very powerful, but you will definitely not be able to get the first place today. ”

The man hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

Shen Xiaole frowned, and directly drew his long sword.

At the same time, the man also drew his big knife, and the two faced each other, looking like they were about to fight.

When the people in the stands saw this scene, their hearts couldn't help but tighten.

"It's Shen Xiaole and Wu Zihan! both of them are dark horses who were not famous before, and have recently risen!"

"Is this going to be a showdown?"

"I'm looking forward to it! I didn't expect to be able to see them duel!"

"It must be exciting, look, it's time to fight!"

At this time, on the twentieth step of the stands, the two were already entangled with a sword and a sword.

Shen Xiaole found that Wu Zihan's tricks were very special, especially a little awkward.

He is like a hazy and unfathomable poisonous snake that hides many secrets behind him.

Shen Xiaole always felt that Wu Zihan had left his hand, what was he hiding!

After the two fought for a while, Shen Xiaole gained the upper hand.

Wu Zihan's face was not good-looking, but there was no trace of panic, as if he had a chance to win.

Just when the two of them were in full swing, several more disciples climbed the twenty-step ladder and were about to climb up the twenty-first step.

At this time, Wu Zihan suddenly withdrew from the grappling.

He hit it with a mana, and all the disciples who were climbing the twenty-first layer to die were knocked down by him, falling down the nineteenth floor.

At this time, another disciple climbed up to the twentieth floor, and Shen Xiaole sent an ice flower to him, and the disciple also fell back.

The two glanced at each other, and tacitly did not continue to fight, but ran wildly up.

Seeing this scene, the people in the stands were all talking.

"Others climb the stairs to die or live, and they can't stand up straight, but the two of them can still fight!"

"The gap, this is the gap! The first must have come from between the two of them!"

"Look, it's estimated that there will be a fight up there!"

The two of them rushed all the way, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the thirtieth step.

The two who rushed to the thirtieth step were pressed by great coercion, and suddenly they didn't seem so relaxed.

Just as Shen Xiaole was about to continue climbing, Wu Zihan fought with her again.

"Look, it's fighting again! They still have the strength to fight! That's the 30th floor!"

"Crazy, crazy, what a pervert!"

The two of them have been fighting on the thirtieth floor for a long time, and it is obvious that under the coercion, no one is comfortable!

But no one is easy to show weakness!

At this moment, a disciple climbed the thirtieth floor, and the disciple was so red and panting that it was difficult to stand, let alone fight.

He was about to pass by Shen Xiaole and Wu Zihan when they turned their eyes to the disciple.

The disciple was suddenly under a lot of pressure, he remembered the scene where he was thrown down before, and swallowed his saliva.

"You fight, I didn't want to overtake you, don't beat me, I'm tired, go to the twenty-ninth step and squat for a while, and I'll climb after you fight." ”