In an instant, the Burning Sky Sword, which merged three kinds of flames, slashed down from the sky.
The ancient shadows of Confucianism and Taoism transformed from ancient books also moved accordingly.
Cyan words filled the sky, sweeping out like waves in the ocean.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the two attacks collided fiercely in mid-air.
However, the sword power of the three flames blending together is really too terrifying.
Although the offensive of the Confucian and Taoist ancient shadow was also terrifying, it could not stop the frightening sword power at all.
Under the force of the sword, the ancient shadow of Confucianism and Taoism was split into two...
"Integrating the power of strange fire into the power of the sword, this boy is not only proficient in controlling fire, but has also reached the realm of sword practice!"
On the imperial stage, Tang Yan sighed.
Not only did Tang Yan look shocked, but the other three leaders of the ancient forces also looked shocked.
It's not that they haven't seen the world, or that they haven't seen real geniuses. It's just that Zheng Zhi has brought them too many surprises.
"Wow!"
The shadows of words all over the sky were divided into two.
The vast ancient book also burned.
In just a blink of an eye, the ancient book was burned into nothingness by the flames.
The remaining sword power sent Ouyang Xiu flying a hundred meters away.
"Brother Ouyang, how about this sword?"
After attacking with one sword, Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and asked quietly.
At this moment, Ouyang Xiu was a little embarrassed.
Although the remaining sword power did not cause much damage to him, it made him a little embarrassed.
The originally neat clothes were somewhat tattered by the remnants of sword energy.
But there was not much panic on his handsome face.
"It seems that if I continue to hold back, I may be defeated by Brother Zheng today."
Ouyang Xiu spoke slowly.
Then, he patted his sleeves and said, "That's fine, I won't pretend anymore."
As soon as this statement came out, countless viewers were shocked.
Zheng Zhi's heart suddenly clicked at this moment.
An inexplicable sense of crisis came over my heart.
Before he could think about it, a terrifying aura burst out of Ouyang Xiu's body and filled the air.
"Silver Moon Realm?"
At this moment, Zheng Zhi's expression finally changed.
Not only did Zheng Zhi change his color, but the entire audience looked dull.
This Ouyang Xiu actually crossed the threshold of stars and reached the realm of silver moon.
To many people, being in the Silver Moon Realm at such a young age is unbelievable.
"Hidden deep enough."
Zheng Zhi took a deep breath and his expression gradually became serious.
This guy has always suppressed his cultivation at the peak of the Star Realm and has not shown the strength of the Silver Moon Realm.
Ouyang Xiu, who is at the peak of the Star Realm, is already so terrifying, and even Zheng Zhi feels a little bit troublesome at the full strength of the Silver Moon Realm.
This is a powerful enemy!
For Zheng Zhi, even if he was as strong as Pu Sheng, he could hardly be considered a strong rival.
"Brother Zheng, your strength has not disappointed me, but since you can choose to fight me, you should be mentally prepared for failure."
Ouyang Xiu spoke calmly.
With the Silver Moon Realm's strength completely exposed, he took off a layer of disguise.
The tone of his speech was a little less elegant and a little more arrogant.
Young and promising people are generally very crazy.
If young and promising people are not crazy, there is only one reason.
That’s how to hide!
As for a person who knows how to hide, his arrogance will not be written on his face, but engraved in his bones.
The Ouyang Xiu in front of me is this kind of person.
"fail?"
Zheng Zhi grinned: "Zheng is very talented and has little knowledge. He doesn't know how to write the word failure. If Brother Ouyang doesn't mind, you can set an example and teach me."
"It seems that Brother Zheng is unwilling to give in."
Ouyang Xiu said calmly.
As he spoke, cyan light burst out from his whole body.
Surrounded by light, an ancient book condensed again, and countless words surrounded his body like a vast ocean.
"It's not that I'm unwilling."
Hearing this, the sword in Zheng Zhi's hand trembled and he said with a smile: "It's just that Zheng wants to see what's so special about Brother Ouyang, who has the strength of the Silver Moon Realm."
The sound fell, the three flames gathered again, and the flame giant sword took shape again.
When Ouyang Xiu saw this, he didn't panic at all.
With a move of the palm, a cyan writing brush was held in the palm of the hand.
The brush is surrounded by cyan light, wrapped around the words transformed by star power, and beats like a tadpole.
On the tip of the pen, there is a little ink.
"Great Confucianism!"
Ouyang Xiu gave a light drink, and the pen in his hand shone brightly.
"Great Confucianism?"
Zheng Zhi's expression changed.
He has heard of this name.
One of the most sacred artifacts of Confucianism in ancient times.
Rumor has it that this pen is the incarnation of the way of heaven. One stroke can move mountains and rivers, one stroke can shape all things, and one stroke can move reincarnation.
"This Ouyang Xiu, masters the sacred weapon?"
Such thoughts flashed through Zheng Zhi's mind, causing a storm in his heart.
"No need to be surprised, it's just an imitation."
Zheng Zhi was surprised when a mysterious woman's voice sounded in his ears.
"Imitation?"
Zheng Zhi was stunned for a moment and then calmed down.
Only then did he realize that the pen in Ouyang Xiu's hand was only at the level of a Caiyuan soldier.
"I thought it was a sacred artifact, but it turned out to be just an imitation."
Zheng Zhi glanced at the Confucian pen and said.
"Brother Zheng is indeed proficient in Confucian culture. However, even though the pen in his hand is just an imitation, it is easy to win this battle."
Ouyang Xiu smiled, full of confidence.
"Is it?"
Zheng Zhi smiled and said nothing.
With just a wave of his hand, the "Burning Sky" sword slashed out like a stormy sea.
"It's time to decide the winner."
Ouyang Xiu spoke lightly, his eyes shining with light.
The next moment, the Confucian pen in his hand waved.
A ray of ink shines on the world.
The sharp tip of the pen collided with the power of the flaming sword.
But this time, the power of burning the sky is no longer as overwhelming as before.
Instead, under the dazzling ink light, it gradually disintegrated completely.