"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.
Chapter completed!