Suddenly, a wonderful sound of music came.

Mu Chu, who was wearing a plain white body, walked on the long velvet path, and the zither wind whipped his clothes. His swaying posture instantly took away many girls' breaths.

The drum sound suddenly became heavier, and driven by the tone played by Mu Chu, it suddenly became more spectacular from the magnificence just now.

On the Zichuan continent, almost everyone of the rulers of various countries grew up on horseback.

Some princesses have daughters or have not received training from famous nobles, but who, from all noble princes and princes, has they been instilled with the idea that the world will be dominated by the evil spirits and iron horses from the moment they were born?

Everyone has a more or less yearning for the battlefield. Even those who are greedy for life and fear of death must have imagined in their hearts that one day, they would be wearing silver armor, riding sweat-blooded BMWs, charging into battle on the battlefield, galloping thousands of miles.

Qiqi's improved loyalty to the country, coupled with Mu Chu's music, suddenly unfolded a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers in everyone's heart.

"The wolf smoke rises and the mountains and the mountains look north, the dragon rises and rolls, the horses neigh, the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. For twenty years, who can resist..."

With a thought, everyone immediately fell into the awesomeness of galloping in Changsha.

The pictures in front of you are either tragic, exciting, desolate, or smoke everywhere. Different people see different pictures, but they easily fall into them.

Chu Jiangnan unconsciously held the armrest of the jade chair tightly and stared at Qiqi standing behind the drum set.

She stood there, beating no longer any musical instrument, but the sacred war drums in the army.

The exciting rhythm made the soldiers work hard, not afraid of the war and move forward bravely.

He seemed to see him holding Zhang Mao in his hand, riding a snow-colored war horse, and was about to rush to the enemy's position with the soldiers.

But at this moment, the mother's eyes appeared in front of her with tears in her eyes, "Imperial son, come back, you can't, you can't, Imperial son..."

Every shrill call, every drop of hot tears, was all the distrust of the mother's mother in him!

No, maybe it wasn't that she didn't trust herself, but that even he didn't think she could do it.

He also thought that one day he could lead a large army to defend his country, even if he sacrificed his life and shed his blood, just like the Fourth Emperor.

But no one is willing to give him a chance, everyone cherishes his life, and no one is willing to let him take risks.

Therefore, he seemed to be quiet on the surface, but he seemed to have done something that everyone did not agree with.

Life is just a few decades, especially for him, a person who is waiting to die. Instead of dying silently, it is better to die vigorously, right?

Guitong was invited to the imperial city, and batches of killers rushed over, and they all wanted his life.

He is not dead! Even if he is suffering from evil diseases, he must live proudly in all kinds of sights, and he must survive!

With a "bang", the cup that fell into his hand was severely shattered at some point, and the jade porcelain pierced into his palm. The pain immediately pulled back his lost consciousness.

She suddenly looked up at Murong Qiqi. She was still beating the drum with calmness, her eyes were as clear as torches, but it was clear and bright, without any evil spirit at all.

Soul-catching!

This girl can actually capture her soul!

But she was focused and only hitting her drums, and she had no intention of controlling others. In this regard, it was completely different from Dongling Qingge playing the magic piano.

Could it be that this is just the potential emitted by her subconscious mind that she doesn’t even know?

Looking around, he saw the first four emperor brother with a clear gaze, but he could see clearly the hatred flashed in his eyes.

So deep hatred, who was it? Although it dissipated quickly, he clearly saw it.

The Fourth Emperor Brother was clearly trapped like him just now, but he quickly woke up like himself.

Looking around, all the princesses and princes looked different, some looked expectant, and some were sad, but it was obvious that everyone was trapped in their own thoughts and could not recover from their senses.

Even Tuoba Feiya and Dongling Qingge, the whip-blade string knife, all slowed down, their eyes were dim, and what were they complaining about?

Chu Jiangnan was not interested in knowing what these people were thinking. What he was interested in was Murong Qiqi's subconscious. She actually had an energy hidden in her body, which conveyed the spirit with drums, allowing the unprepared people to easily mess up their souls.

If this drum was hit by Dongling Light Song, many people would definitely not be bewitched. Everyone knows that she is a master, and because she is prepared, she can get out of her body.

But if it were Murong Qiqi who attacked her, those who were not prepared for her at all became easily aware of her.

However, this girl obviously doesn't know what she has done...

Suddenly, with a "bang", Dongling Qingge pressed his hands on the strings.

She was awake!

The dullness in his eyes suddenly turned into an angry flame, his palms left the string, and his ten fingers plucked it hard, "clang clang clang clang", and the powerful string sound spread out.

That bitch actually dared to use soul-catching skills on her, which was simply unforgivable!

She wants to let her know what is the real soul-catching!

Dongling Qingge was completely angered. He was a magic sound that he had never intended to use in the competition, but in just a moment it had floated in every corner of the venue.

Tuoba Feiya, who woke up at the same time as her, flew with a long whip in her hand, but she could only protect her heart and could not protect the extra people at all.

A powerful tone rushed towards me, and the sound was like the most real power, surged in.

Qiqi's heart tightened and focused his mind to protect his heart. The drumming sound slowed down and he couldn't care. He turned his head and looked around. Blood was indeed overflowing from the corner of Mu Chu's lips standing beside her.

At the venue, many princess and daughters felt ache in their hearts. They made several "pu" sounds, and many people vomited blood, and hurriedly retreated with the help of the masters they brought.

Chu Xuan stood up and walked to the emperor, the queen mother and the concubines in one step. He stood there. Although he did not act and just stood quietly, the powerful forces that had just rushed towards him had dissipated and there was no trace at all.

The King of Chu withdrew his big palm that fell on the empress dowager's shoulder, breathed smoothly, and stared at the Dongling Light Song playing fast below.

He was really old. He was shocked by the string sound of Dongling Qingge just now, and even his breath was in chaos.

Although the poppy on this battlefield is domineering, he uses porcelain magic sounds on the venue, completely ignoring the safety of all the people in the royal family here. He is indeed too powerless.

But, this skill... If Prince Xuan can marry her into the house, their Chu State will definitely increase its national strength in the future, and unification of the Three Kingdoms is just around the corner.

Therefore, the King of Chu was not angry because of her magic piano, but now he flashed a few pleasant lights.

Dongling Haotian has been paying attention to the expressions of King Chu and Chu Xuanchi. Qingge was just angry by Murong Qiqi and used the magic sound that he had been warning him before. He was always ready to go out to stop him, for fear of angering the King of Chu.

But he didn't expect that the King of Chu was not angry now. Seeing him looking at Qingge, he was obviously looking forward to and appreciating.

Qingge's trouble did not cause any trouble, but instead strengthened his position in the heart of the King of Chu.

He felt relieved and held a cup to taste the wine safely, but his eyes fell on Murong Qiqi.

Blood was seeping at Qiqi's lips, and it was obvious that his internal strength was not good and he was almost unable to withstand it.

But his worried eyes fell on Mu Chu who was beside him.

Seeing Mu Chu spitting blood again, she stopped drumming and shouted in a low voice: "A Chu, get out!"

Mu Chu did not move, even though he vomited blood, he was still playing the song.

His rhythm immediately became the main melody after the drum sound stopped. Even if there was no drum sound, it was unique and very nice. Even if the string sound of Dongling Qingge was strong, it could not completely cover up the tone he played.

What exactly is this strange instrument? It seems...is not bad.

"Achu! Go down, stop blowing!" His front collar was stained with scarlet blood, and his feet were obviously a little unstable, but his slender body was still standing straight.

Qiqi bit his lip, understood his intention, and heard his determination to continue acting with him, but she could still bear it. He had no internal strength and could not bear it at all.

Sure enough, Mu Chu had just played half of the song, and suddenly with a "puff" sound, a mouthful of blood surged out from his lips and teeth.

"Achu!" Qiqi yelled softly, no longer caring about the competition. She was about to go over to help him, suddenly, a big palm fell on her shoulder.

He looked up and met He Lianye's indifferent gaze. Although she was indifferent, she knew that just like Prince Nan played Tianya last night for a while. With him here, she and Mu Chu would be safe.

He Lianye's other big palm fell on Mu Chu's back door. The two of them suddenly felt a strong warm current penetrate deep into their bodies. When Mu Chu opened his starry eyes, the weaker tone suddenly became brighter and the rhythm was also accelerating.

Qiqi took a deep breath, and was about to regain confidence to continue beating the drum, suddenly a low voice sounded in his ears: "Beat the drum, follow the king to recite the mantra silently, and concentrate all his thoughts on Dongling Qingge."

Qiqi looked up and met Chu Jiangnan's deep eyes.

His thin lips were not moving, and he seemed to have said nothing at all, but she knew that what he said to him just now.

Before she could study the reason, she held the drumstick tightly and knocked the drum down with a "bang".

"The great aura of heaven and earth hangs in the heart, the heart hangs in the top, the top hangs in the door..."

While following the silent recitation, Qiqi focused all his attention on Dongling Qingge as he said.

She played the invisible demon sound of killing people and hurt Achu! This woman is unforgivable!

"Dongdongdongdong", the drum sounds are getting louder and faster and faster. Only by concentrating on Mu Chu can he keep up with her pace.

Two more powerful auras came from both sides. Tuoba Feiya had already whipped her long and sat cross-legged on the ground, calmly exerting her skills to compete.

As for the others, the palace maid and eunuch who had no time to escape fell to the ground, vomiting blood all over the ground, his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether it was death or life.

Those who escaped early also fled far away and did not dare to get close.
Chapter completed!