"Haoran's book is a Confucian and Taoist technique. It contains the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth. Moreover, the energy of heaven and earth penetrates all pervasive. Brother Zheng should not be too surprised."
Seeing the injured Zheng Zhi, Ouyang Xiu smiled slightly and shook his hand.
Perhaps because of the "awesome ancient book", at this moment, he looked awe-inspiring, and from a distance, he seemed to have the demeanor of a Confucian and Taoist master.
"Zheng Zhi... was actually injured."
"Is this Ouyang Xiu so powerful?"
Everyone was horrified by it.
Who is Zheng Zhi?
A shocking existence that crushed Pu Sheng.
But in front of Ouyang Xiu, he was injured after just a few encounters.
When everyone saw Zheng Zhi's painful face, it was obvious that the injury was not serious...
Everyone was shocked by the strength displayed by Ouyang Xiu.
Among the crowd, Sai Xishi has been staring at the martial arts platform intently.
Seeing Zheng Zhi vomiting blood, her heart trembled, and the jade hands clenched in her sleeves trembled slightly.
She said in her heart: "Mr. Zheng, you will not lose..."
"Confucianism, Taoism, and martial arts are truly well-deserved."
On the imperial stage, Yuan Yiyi's beautiful eyes flashed slightly as she took the first seat.
She was also shocked.
"Brother Zheng Zhi, will you lose?"
Sitting beside the emperor, Xia Qiuchan was slightly nervous.
Although she has 100% confidence in Zheng Zhi, she does not believe that Zheng Zhi will lose.
But some of the worries in my heart are inevitable.
While I was nervous, I was also a little distressed.
This was the first time she saw Zheng Zhi injured.
In her impression, Zheng Zhi's brother was invincible. Suddenly seeing Zheng Zhi being frustrated, she felt very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, he won't."
Yuan Yiyi responded seriously.
She said this with great confidence.
While speaking, Yuan Yiyi looked at Wu Tai with beautiful eyes, that tall and straight back, and a faint smile flashed across the corner of her mouth.
Hearing this, Xia Qiuchan also nodded slightly.
Yuan Yiyi felt a lot more at ease at this moment.
All around, the masters of the four major forces were also watching the battle closely.
Ever since Ouyang Xiu showed off his Confucianism, Taoism and martial arts skills, their expressions have been changing.
Among them, the leader of the Ganlan Sect had a hint of salivation in his eyes.
Confucianism, Taoism and martial arts are rare treasures!
Its value will not be lower than the ancient martial arts secrets.
Even more so.
After all, rare things are more valuable!
"What a Haoran ancient book, what a Haoran spirit."
On the martial stage, Zheng Zhi spoke in praise.
The awe-inspiring aura exuded by this awe-inspiring ancient book can not only dazzle the body, but also the soul.
He, Zheng Zhi, was lucky to have a strong soul, otherwise, the previous move would most likely have wiped him out in ashes.
But even so, the soul is seriously injured.
However, Zheng Zhi was not discouraged.
The sword in his hand moves accordingly.
The sound of swords echoed everywhere, and violent flames surged.
Three flames suddenly burst out of the body.
Hot air waves swept across.
The colors seen before the eyes of many spectators are also constantly changing.
One blue, one red, one green.
Dry blue ice flame, Hell Soul Fire, Plague Lifeless Flame.
Three flames and two strange fires, one of which is more terrifying than the strange fire.
Any one of them can be said to be shocking.
"Strange fire?
There’s more than one.”
Seeing this scene, the whole place was in an uproar!
"Brother Zheng, you can actually master three strange fires at the same time with the power of one person?"
Someone exclaimed.
From this moment on, my understanding of Zheng Zhi was refreshed again.
They regarded the "fire of the hell soul" as a strange fire.
"What kind of physique does this child have?"
Tang Yan, the master of Juxian Pavilion, exclaimed and became speechless.
There is no other reason, it's just that Tang Yan also has a strange fire in his hand.
But it was precisely because of this that he realized how difficult it was to refine the strange fire.
Ordinary warriors, not to mention mastering multiple strange fires at the same time, even if they can master one, they are already blessed by luck.
Even though he, Tang Yan, has now reached the realm of the Great Sun Master, he does not dare to refine the second strange fire...
"Wow!"
Three flames approached him, and Zheng Zhi's aura also climbed to the extreme.
The terrifying pressure swept across the entire place.
His eyes were filled with fire and extremely bright.
Zheng Zhi also slowly spoke: "Although the ancient book is wonderful, if I burn the book in your hand, I'm afraid there won't be much difference between Brother Ouyang and that swordless sword cultivator, right?"
He could naturally see the power of this vast ancient book.
Although this book is not a spiritual weapon, it is a combination of star power and Confucianism and Taoism. However, its terrifying nature cannot be matched by ordinary source weapons.
It contains the power of Ouyang Xiu.
If this book is burned, Ouyang Xiu will no longer pose any threat to him.
"If Brother Zheng has this ability, you can give it a try."
Ouyang Xiu chuckled, extremely confident.
"Just give it a try."
Zheng Zhi spoke in a low voice.
The next moment, the sword in his hand moved.
The three flames all merged into the bloody sword edge.
As the flames entered the sword, the blood-red sword instantly burst into flames.
Blue ice, red flames, poison, different energies intertwined together, exuding suffocating sword power.
And a huge fire sword also slowly appeared above Zheng Zhi's head.
The huge fire sword is like a pillar holding the sky.
The fire sword was surrounded by three different colors of fire.
Three different colors of fire represent three different powers.
The supreme power of fire!
Any one of them can burn mountains and boil seas, destroy heaven and earth!
"Brother Ouyang, I wonder if you are confident enough to accept my sword?"
With the power of burning the sky in full swing, Zheng Zhi's feet slowly lifted off the ground, and his figure was suspended in mid-air.
The next moment, the sword in his hand moved and slashed down suddenly.
The huge flaming sword in the sky, as powerful as Mount Tai, also slashed down.
"Feng Tian!"
One sword shocks the world!
Ouyang Xiu's face also darkened slightly.
However, his movements were not slow, and he formed seals with both hands. As the seals changed, the speed of turning the pages of the ancient book continued to increase.
The sky is full of cyan words, spurting out from ancient books.
Finally, a shadow actually condensed in the sky.
The shadowy figure is dressed in Confucian robes, holding a book in his hand, and surrounded by words.
This is clearly the remains of a Confucian and Taoist sage!