With that sound of "repair", the big book in Song Lanyi's eyebrows actually took the initiative to jump out, and the pages moved without wind.

Song Lanyi rubbed the pages of the book and laughed loudly.

She found a loophole in fate!

She's not the Tenth World Dao Fruit!

Because in the middle of the ten lives, there is this dream-like ...... XITH.

It is the one who seems to be ordinary, but in just over twenty years, a little archaeologist.

And it is this life that makes all the impossible possible.

Let fate ...... Deflected its due trajectory!

Song Lanyi raised his head and looked into the distance, his voice was crisp, like the sound of a turning sound in the attic, "A thousand years of brilliance, into my book." Qinglian layman, where is Li Taibai? ”

A handsome man in white appeared behind Song Lanyi, he carried a long sword, described Qingjun, and his voice was free.

Just where he passed, it was the glorious Tang Dynasty, the poetry and wine and meat forest, and the elixir and jade liquid.

"Li Taibai is here, please make it public!"

Song Lanyi replied, "Shaoling Ye Lao, where is the poet Du Fu?" ”

A long-haired old man with a vicissitudes of life and wisdom in his eyes slowly walked from the void.

The moment he walked, there seemed to be countless towering houses standing up behind him, and countless people displaced by the war were smiling again.

He said in a deep voice, "The poet saint doesn't dare to be. Shaoling Ye Lao, Du Fu, let the Lord publicize it. ”

Song Lanyi's eyes are like fire, and he wants to burn all the charms and charms in his fate, "The poetry is clear, the calligraphy is spiritual, the rebellion is suppressed, and the heart is prosperous." A generation of mind scholars, where is Mr. Yang Ming? ”

Black and white flowers shine in the air.

Not long after, a figure appeared in mid-air, and the flowers bloomed for a moment, giving birth to fresh colors.

"Wang Yangming, under the Lord's publicity!"

At this time, the void was already shocked to the extreme.

The thunderstorm in the sky is rolling, and it seems that there is a possibility of splitting at any time.

The silver thunderbolt was like the blade on the sword, flashing with a palpitating light.

Song Lanyi was not afraid, but laughed.

"Is that jealous of me? But you're fateful! Not enough! ”

After speaking, her whole body was running to the extreme, her cheeks were flushed, and there was even a mist like white vapor rising upward.

Then, she laughed, "Yi'an Jushi, the first talented woman in the ages, can you come to help?" ”

When the words fell, there were some ripples on the yellow spring.

A seemingly ordinary wooden boat, carrying a woman wearing a light gauze hat and holding a lotus flower, slowly swayed over.

Her voice was soft, but with unmistakable firmness, and she chuckled, "How can I not come when the Lord calls me?" ”

Four phantoms, standing on the Yellow Spring.

The people on the shore only felt dumbfounded.

What is it?

It's just a crossing of the Yellow Spring, why did it attract such a huge thunderstorm?!

In the midst of the shock, they suddenly had a sense of fear.

Song Lanyi...... You don't really want to be the first person to cross the Yellow Springs, do you?

But...... That's fate!

Throughout the ages, who has been able to overcome fate?

Song Lanyi...... May I?

The cocoon chrysalis began to shake violently, and it seemed that it could break open at any moment.

But the thread of fate that makes up the cocoon chrysalis is like a sanity.

The more violently Song Lanyi resisted, the more tightly bound it became.

In such a realm of confrontation, a strange balance has been reached between them.

The whisper in his ear let out a chuckle, "The world is like a cage, but as long as you are alive, you will never be able to get rid of the restrictions of fate." This world ...... Never escaped fate. ”

Song Lanyi laughed, "The sea is boundless and the sky is the shore, and the mountain is the peak!" What has been done before, I will do. What no one has done before, I will do the same! ”

When the words fell, four phantoms, all stretched out their hands and put them on top of Song Lanyi's head.

A vast Miao Miao, like the essence of life in the Miaomen, and with an unpredictable aura like fate, actually filled Song Lanyi's body in an instant.

Song Lanyi's flesh began to crack, and the corners of her mouth even overflowed with blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, but Rao was like this, and the smile in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, she abandoned all swords, guns, swords, and halberds, she took her body as a sword, and the palm of her hand was a knife, turning into a white match, dazzling to the extreme.

The practice broke out instantly, and the entire yin was illuminated by the white light that was revealed, brilliant as day.

Bang!

In the silence, a muffled sound suddenly sounded.

Cocoon chrysalis ...... Shattered!

As if enraged, the thundercloud suddenly descended a silver-white thunderbolt and slashed straight at Song Lanyi's body.

Song Lanyi was impartial, raised his head and opened his mouth, and swallowed the thunder directly.

The furious thunder tribulation exploded in the abdomen, first sweeping through the limbs and hundreds of bones, bringing bursts of stinging sensation, but under the operation of the Miaomen, it was soon turned into a thunder tribulation liquid full of essence, and was slowly absorbed by the flesh.

The people on the shore have seen God.

Such a powerful ......

Such a feat......

It is almost beyond the realm of ordinary people's imagination.

In the time of much attention, Song Lanyi took a step suddenly.

In between her movements, there were faint white threads of fate, tugging at her body.

She took another sharp step.

The thread of fate broke a few times.

Several thunderbolts descended again.

Song Lanyi laughed, she wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, her voice had become extremely hoarse, almost with a roaring voice, she opened her mouth and shouted:

"Hussar champions, brave and brave."

"Long drive six moves, electric shock and thunder."

"Drink Ma Hanhai and seal the wolf in the mountain."

"Xigui River, Liejun Qilian!"

"Champion Hou, Huo Quai, is willing to fight!"

"Boom-"

A chaotic sound of horses' hooves sounded.

The yellow spring surged, and a figure on a horse galloped in.

The clattering horses' hooves, like the wind and smoke of history, are rolling in, mixed with the merits and demerits of the writers in the history books.

The young man sits in a golden saddle, adjusts the white feathers, has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face is like a crown of jade.

Behind him, there is the endless desert smoke of yellow sand, and the white snow on the top of Qilian Mountain, which will not melt through the ages.

The young man took a bow and pulled an arrow, but in an instant, an arrow flashed away, shooting into the center of the Hun in front of him.

After doing all this, he grinned with a smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and a slightly green face, but he already had the heroic and free air of a young man.

He smiled and said aloud, "Huo Quai, here!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he smiled, half-squinted, pulled up the bowstring, and heard a crisp clang, and a sharp arrow was shot.

In an instant, the line of fate on Song Lanyi's body was cut by as much as half.

In this arrow, Song Lanyi actually had a strange sense of resonance with Huo Quzhi.

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