The person in front of him was a Six-Director Spell, and he was holding a long sword in his hand. It seemed that he should still have spiritual tools.

Apart from that, there is nothing to care about.

He was too lazy to fight with the other party. He turned his wrist and condensed a long knife exactly the same as the other party with the mist of the coffin.

Xicheng Style "changed" the long sword like a magic trick, which made the opponent stunned and directly filled the alert level of Xicheng Style.

What's that white thing? Is it also a spiritual tool?

He tentatively stepped forward and made a move.

He also knew the strength of Xicheng style, so he didn't want to win here, but just wanted to consume his physical strength.

But he knew that Xicheng style didn't play "Swordsman's Stage" with him at all, and rushed straight towards him with a knife!

The door opened wide, and it made the opponent angry when he looked at it.

Although I am just a Sixth Demonic Spell, do you look down on me a little too much?

He immediately lowered his body forward, and the long sword in his hand pierced Xicheng-style's neck, intending to take his dog's head.

In terms of attack range alone, it is definitely more advantageous to stab forward with both hands, but this person did not expect that when the tip of the knife was about to touch the Xicheng style neck, he suddenly lifted the knife and then flipped it back! The blade also opened his stab in an instant!

The long sword in his hand finally got stuck in the thigh!

Oh no!

The man was stunned, and then he saw the back of the Xicheng-style knife smashing towards his face along his sword.

Bang!!!

A dull sound.

It is as natural as mercury pours into the ground. Two people change positions, stand firm, and face their backs, and the outcome is decided.

Xichengshi used the knife back to smash a red mark on the other party's face, which made him fall to the ground and thrust his body, and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to stand up.

Nishijo Style did not finish the fight either, but just looked at Saori Kimura.

"The West City Master wins."

Saori Kimura did not make any mistakes and announced the result calmly.

The whole process was very fast, almost ten seconds.

But Saori Kimura did not intend to win by relying on the Sixth Spoken spell. It was a little bit more consuming Nishiki-style physical strength.

But...why does it feel like the West City style seems a bit too strong... The Sixth Imperial Spell can't consume him?

Saori Kimura said something in her heart and then went back, wanting to see the next Nishijo-style competition.

In her vision, Xicheng style stood back to the position of guarding the striking side, with a calm face and a straight waist, which really made her feel as if the sky was not shocked.

He just stood there and inexplicably put pressure on Yoshino General Yoshino and a group of Six-Shima Guigui who were about to come on stage to be beaten.

Another Sixth Imperial Curse has come to the stage.

This time, the other party rushed up without hesitation, using all his strength to make Xicheng lose physical strength.

But--

Bang!

A dull sound.

Xicheng style held the knife and raised his hand and knocked the Sixth Emperor to the ground.

This time it didn't work for ten seconds.

The soul lyrics of the Sixth Imperial Mantra are like thin paper, and they will be broken as soon as they are pulled.

It's like an adult hitting a child...

"The West City Master wins."

When the result was announced, Saori Kimura felt that breathing was a little difficult.

This...is something is wrong.

Is this a gift of the Sixth Imperial Spell?

Two people in a row.

The West City style is still not blushing, but hearts are not beating.

No, no, it should be that the six mantras are too impulsive. I will send them up by myself, so I will not do this next time.

While she was stunned, the third Sixth Spoken jumped out.

This person is much smarter and walks around the West City style, trying to find flaws.

Then--

He was rushed up by Xicheng style and then slashed on the ground with a knife and gasped, unable to stand up.

"The West City Master wins."

Ten seconds passed.

Bang!

A muffled sound, a sound of falling to the ground.

"The West City Master wins."

Bang!

"The West City Master wins."

The Rokunoji spell on Kimura Saori was lined up, just like a child who was in a hurry to get a beating.

"This is not right!"

How is that possible!

Yoshino Masato widened his eyes again.

Last month, he fought with Xicheng style for a long time during the Sixth Curse... Although he was beaten unilaterally,... this is not right.

Why did the Xicheng style suddenly become so powerful?

It wasn't like this a month ago.

Seto and Ren next to him also opened their mouths wide.

This is indeed not right.

Even if he, the Eighth Imperial Curse, cannot easily solve the Sixth Imperial Curse like an eagle carrying a chicken.

"...It seems...it's really like the wizard of Xicheng said."

Jiujo Saro, who was sitting in the wheelchair again, wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes were stunned, and he muttered to himself.

Before playing in the West City style, she was still thinking about what the Tenth Curse looked like.

After all, no matter how powerful the outsiders are, they are not as convincing as they see with their own eyes.

Now it seems that there should be no problem with him winning the competition.

Jiujo Saro breathed and finally felt relieved.

Xicheng Style didn't care about these people's ideas. He stood on the stage, repeating mechanical movements one by one.

Almost three minutes later.

The opponent's Six Curse finally all fell down.

This is mainly because Saori Kimura announced the victory, otherwise it would have taken time to do so.

But it's good...

Nishiki style, carrying a long knife made of coffin mist, looked at Yoshino Masato and Seto Kazuto.

This gaze seemed to have a thorn, which made Yoshino Yoshino, Seto and Ren shudder.

They glanced at each other.

this...
Chapter completed!