Chapter 992

The magic sound not only affects people, but also horses. When Jingwei lost their mind, their mounts began to riot. Before the two soldiers met, they broke up.

Fuhu fell to the ground with his ears covered. His body was trampled on several feet by the crazy horse, but he could not feel the pain. The human figure fell into an abyss. He could not see anything in front of him, and his brain was thick.

Luoxiu city is very proud. He looks at the scene that has happened for many times before his eyes. He is in a happy mood and is about to fly. This is Kyoto. When he kills all these elite guards, he breaks the gate and rushes into the Chu palace. The throne is him.

Seeing that all those people had lost the resistance, he was about to order the hanging, but he heard the soldiers rush to report: "the king is not good, there are reinforcements in the back, it's very fierce, kill when you see someone, nearly a thousand brothers have died."

Luoxiu's face slightly changed: "what? Reinforcements? What reinforcements? Where's the reinforcements? "

The man shook his head: "subordinates, subordinates did not see."

Luoxiu kicked it over and said angrily, "useless things."

He turned his head and looked at the fine iron carriage which had not stopped. He said to his deputy: "go, pull the carriage to the back, and let these so-called reinforcements taste the magic sound."

If he chooses to kill these people in front, more people will die in the back. He doesn't know how many Jingwei are there in Kyoto City. He wants to protect his own strength first. Otherwise, even if he kills all these people in front of him, he doesn't have a strong enough army. How can he go to the city to recover?

He also turned his horse's head, but he had to see where the reinforcements were sacred.

"What is that?" Tianhu points to the cast iron horse Lane from far to near.

Zhongwen stabbed his soldiers to death, raised his eyes and looked at the direction pointed by Tianhu. The carriage with peculiar shape ran towards them.

"It must be the people who play the magic sound sitting in it. The carriage made of refined iron can defend against the killing of swords, bows and arrows. It can also make the sound of the zither sound amplify and spread out, killing two birds with one stone."

The tiger said angrily, "I'll cut off the man's dog head and let him play the piano all day to hurt people."

Tianhu turns over and goes to the horse just to fight. He hears the harsh sound coming from the iron wall. Tianhu immediately covers his ears and scolds: "is this the magic sound? How can I feel dizzy? "

Zhongwen tore off his cotton padded robe in a hurry and took out two wads of cotton from inside to plug his ears. However, the evil sound still poured into his ears. No matter how blocked it was, it would be useless to cover it.

He tried to resist the dizziness and looked back at the black cavalry behind him. They were still fighting for the enemy, but they were already suffering. If the black cavalry lost its combat power, it would become a lamb to be slaughtered, and the whole army would be destroyed.

It's strange why these rebels are completely unaffected when they hear the evil voice?

A rebel came to him, and he bit his lips. The pain made him recover a little clear will. He killed the rebel with a knife. Zhongwen's bravery made the rest of the rebels dare not act rashly. They were used to sitting around and enjoying themselves. They knew that they would lose consciousness in a short time. At that time, they would kill whoever they wanted and how they wanted.

At this time, there is still a risk in fighting. It's better to wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Zhongwen shakes his head. He feels dizzy and has a headache. He can't even stand stably, as if the whole world is spinning.

At this time, a clear and extreme piano sound sounded, and the piano sound came from nowhere, as if it was from a distant sky, drifting here with the wind, with not many and slow tunes. Every tune that can pop up can just break the tone in the magic sound of the Yuan Dynasty, so that its music can't become a tune or a tune.