The crowd stood in front of Zhu Xulin, like an iron wall, indestructible.

Among these people, there are people with moist eyes, but their expressions are resolute and unrepentant.

Just listen to the book's high spirits, the girl's eyebrows are resolute, and at this moment, they clasped their hands and formed a circle.

One of them burst out laughing, "Ladies and gentlemen, today is a battle to the death!" Demon barbarians fight, kill! The secret realm is shattered, kill! After today, we may be like shooting stars in the night sky, and then fall into the world after a moment of extreme brilliance. Since then, there has been no trace of me in the world. ”

After speaking, his words were raised again, and he resisted generously, "But! There is also the possibility that after we shine, we will become the rising stars that will stand on the horizon, day after day, year after year...... Point the light in the sky. Since then, the sunset, the clear light of the night, and all kinds of beauty exist because of us. ”

"Because we are the light!"

The scholar's shirt on his body was hunting, and he pondered for a moment, his eyes clear and determined.

"Today, I will first compose a poem to repay the country's kindness."

"The Fourth of November"

"The zombie and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel."

"Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into a dream!"

Before the words fell, the entire secret realm trembled again.

Heavenly Dao recognized, and the talent granted could not be projected onto the young man because of the obstruction of the secret realm.

But...... This does not prevent visions from occurring.

I saw that the entire secret realm suddenly blew a violent storm, and the originally calm lake water like a mirror of a lake swelled with waves.

In the sound of wind and rain, the faint sound of the horse's hooves falling to the ground sounded, and the neighing of the horse came from far and near.

Wherever the horse's hooves passed, the ground condensed into a bone-chilling ice.

This poem directly separates the demon barbarian from the human race.

There are demons who don't even believe in evil and want to set foot on this glacier, but the moment they step on it, their bodies are covered by layers of frost, inch by inch, but after a while, they turn into an ice sculpture.

"Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fall into a dream...... someone stroked his palm and laughed, "It is indeed a good poem, but it is ...... You can't be left alone with the limelight, can you? ”

He got up, took a step forward, and without thinking, he chanted directly, "The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and my heart is uneven." ”

He carried his hands behind his back, and walked with his steps, "Yazhang said goodbye to the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city." ”

On the ground, his tone was slightly hoarse, "The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums." ”

Until the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the demon man, his eyes were sharp, and his tone turned upward, "Rather be a centurion than a scholar!" ”

Rather be a centurion than a scholar!

This kind of courage makes the idea of the whole poem instantly elevated.

The surging talent from the outside world struck again, and the secret realm trembled again, only this time the trembling amplitude was greater, and the trembling time was longer.

In the dark, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the hell road, raised her head, and she seemed to see the picture of the outside world through the torrent of time.

Her lips were dry and molting, and the flaps were covered with blood.

Zhu Xulin seemed to feel something at this time, looked up at an unknown direction, and shouted loudly, "Song Lanyi! Are you there? Isn't it? You come out! ”

Standing in the group of demon barbarians, Yukihime, who was well protected, couldn't help but raise her neck at this moment and look in that direction.

In her seemingly arrogant eyes, there was an imperceptible worry.

In the Hell Path, Song Lanyi listened to the familiar voice and grinned, wanting to laugh out loud, but it touched the wound on his cheek.

Her voice was soft, but audible to all.

All she said was, "I'm here." ”

I've always been there.

The moment Zhou Xi heard those words, a complicated feeling suddenly surged up that he didn't know how to describe.

That feeling...... It's like ...... Obviously, Song Lanyi is still young, but he naturally has a sense of calmness.

It seems that where she is, there can always be no accidents.

Even if there is an accident, she can solve it.

Like Zhu Xulin, who is most familiar with her, she has already cried.

He cried out loud with his red eyes, "Song Lanyi, why haven't you come out yet?" I was in so much pain, I was so badly injured, I vomited blood! Come and carry me! If we don't leave, we'll all die in this place! ”

Listening to his many complaints, Song Lan in the Hell Road was dressed in rags, but he smiled extremely happily.

She was covered in dense scars, but at the moment, her smile was chic and flamboyant, and she had an extremely eye-catching charm.

She laughed and scolded with one word, "Get out." ”

Then, she spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood stained her pale lips, reflecting her pale complexion, and there was a bewitching beauty.

But there was always a faint smile on her face.

She said softly, "Zhu Xulin, and even all of you fellow classmates, today, there is a poem, you have to listen to it." ”、

Everyone was stunned and listened attentively.

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof."

"Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the higher ones hang on the top of the long forest, and the lower ones float to the sinking pond pass."

As soon as this poem was read, Song Lanyi's eyebrows lit slightly, but it seemed to be suppressed by something, and the light was fleeting.

Zhu Xulin seemed to feel something, followed Song Lanyi's voice, and recited word by word.

Immediately afterward, everyone followed his steps and read it little by little.

In the process of reciting, everyone only felt that their inner talent was vibrating, as if a kind of resonance had been formed faintly.

And Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the Hell Road at the moment, continued to read unhurriedly, "The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being a thief on the other side. ”

"Openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry, and he sighed when he came back."

"The Russian wind is dark and dark, and the autumn desert is dark."

"The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. ”

"Since the mourning and lack of sleep, why get wet for a long night!"

The style of the whole poem is gloomy and the pace is gloomy, just like Song Lanyi's current situation.

Everyone only thought that this was a depressive poem she made when she was desperate, and they thought that this was the end, but Zhou Xi and Zhu Xulin said in unison, "No! It's not over yet! ”

Sure enough, the next moment, the entire palace began to vibrate, and the speed at which the secret realm was shattered seemed to be a little faster.

Song Lanyi was not here, but her voice resounded in countless places at this moment.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy! The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. ”

"Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death! ”

When the last sentence was read, the resonance of talent in Song Lanyi's body reached its peak.

The light on her eyebrows grew brighter and brighter, until it broke through the entire bloody hell path.

Here, a middle-aged man slowly appeared in front of her.

"In Xia Du Fu, meet the lord!"