Dance for me, I sing for Ruo Chu.

Chu Ge.

Chu Ge is the folk song of Chudi, and it is the soul of Chudi for 800 years.

At this time, on the horse farm where Xia Feng was hunting, eight Chudi teenagers sang loudly.

"The bird flies high, and it flies a thousand miles in one fell swoop. Yu Xi has been completed, across the four seas.

Across the world, what can I do? Although there is a forgiveness, what is Shang An? ”

The young people of Chu raised their arms and waved high, the red cloth ribbon tied on their arms hunted and flew in the wind, and each cultivator who participated in the polo match had a streamer representing the color of their country on their arms, the Chu people were still red, and the streamer on the hands of the Southern Chu cultivators was red redder than blood.

And in the sound of the teenagers' whistling, the red streamers burned on the horse farm like clusters of flames.

The bird flies high, and it flies thousands of miles in one fell swoop. Across the world, what can I do?

They are the Chu people, the descendants of Emperor Gaoyang, the majestic wild geese, the people of the fire beast god Vermilion Bird God, and they have the noble blood of fire flowing in their bodies.

So, how could they, lose?

Lost to the Qin people who used to not value the aristocracy but only valued military merits, and even the royal family was from a humble background, and the ground was full of Qiantou who were digging in the soil?

An army of tigers and wolves?

What's more, the current Qianqin people are just frightened tigers whose teeth have been pulled out without a leader!

The young man of Chu Di, with the self-esteem of the Chu people on his face, sang the song of Chu and rushed towards the former Qin teenagers who had lost their fighting spirit and were overwhelmed by their momentum.

And with the sound of Chu, the sound of the bird flying high and crossing the sea, the voices of the people of Southern Chu who were watching around also boiled.

"Flying high!"

"Across the seas!"

"Nanchu will win!"

The sound of horses' hooves exploded inside the stadium, and the shouts outside the stadium shook the sky. Looking at the young people of Nanchu who were galloping on horses and fluttering red scarves, all the people of Nanchu who were watching also shouted together.

Chu Ge is a folk song, and this place is Chu land, although there are also visitors from other countries, but most of the people who come to see the excitement are Chu people, and the Chu song sung by Ye Siyuan and others easily mobilized the emotions of all the onlookers.

And at this moment, accompanied by the clear voices of the teenagers, there was also a deep bronze sound from the side of the court.

This is, chime.

Ji Jiashu stroked his chest and looked at the high ground where the number plate stood on the court, in order to announce the beginning of the end, there were bells, chimes and drums on the side of the polo field, and at this time, accompanied by the chime sound of Chu Ge, it was actually the ceremonial official who was originally guarding there who was moved by the atmosphere on the field, and involuntarily struck the chime.

The sound of gold and stone, Chu Ge bursts.

The right time, place and people.

Ji Jiashu looked at the noisy Nanchu rider on the horse farm and closed his eyes.

Fighters, momentum.

No matter how many despicable means Ye Siyuan had used, even Ji Jiashu had to admit that the Chu Song that everyone sang in unison at this time was an extremely subtle means.

Even when he heard such a voice, he couldn't hide his enthusiasm.

He is a Chu man after all.

There is no Chu person who will not be moved by such a voice.

And such a voice, in group combat, is even better than a master with strong individual ability.

Fighters, momentum.

Ji Jiashu had heard his father mention this sentence to him countless times, and for those of them who would stand on a high place to be followed, the most important thing was often not personal strength, but how to stir up the enthusiasm of their followers.

If the battle of an individual depends on one move and one style, then the battle of the crowd often depends on this momentum.

In Ji Jiashu's opinion, in fact, the Polo teams of Qianqin and Nanchu are not so big in terms of actual strength, even if Qianqin is slightly weaker at the lower level, but there are two high-level masters in Yingxun and Huo Zhan, and there is also Yingbaoyue, an unusual cultivator in the low-level, and the low-level gap can be completely made up.

And if Qianqin lost at this time, he lost in momentum.

Or rather, lost in the momentum of the leader.

Even though Ye Siyuan is arrogant, in the fierce competition and fighting, the role that a strong leader can play at this time is far stronger than that of a humble gentleman like Chen Zichu Yingxun.

Ye Siyuan's own position of real power is also a deterrent, and the people of Nanchu have to obey him, and at this time, coupled with the momentum created by Chu Ge, it can be said that Nanchu's victory has been certain.

"The Qin people are going to be finished!"

"A group of soft-footed shrimp, that's it, and once known as the division of tigers and wolves?"

"The real Qin Jun has long since died, and these young men probably haven't seen the old Qin Jun, right?"

"Haha, return to Qin Jun? What are the Qin people left now? ”

What are left of the Qin people?

In the bursts of Chu songs, the cheers of the Chu people, and the sound of the bell chime in Chu, Ying Xun's mind was blank.

What are left of the Qin people?

Glory, status, land, imperial power.

Nothing.

This is Southern Chu, they are facing the proudest people under the huge territory, and they, the Qin people, have no one to cheer for them, they are unarmoured and naked.

Nothing.

"We're going to lose......"

This despair started from the ball of the former Qin and permeated every former Qin person on the court, and the sound of Chu Ge was like the poison of the sound eroding their will, and they had nothing to fight against, they could only wait to be run over by the Southern Chu people, throw away their armor, and be defeated.

Because, they, nothing.

"We ......" The arm of the former Qin cultivator who was rescued by Ying Baoyue before trembled and muttered.

"We don't have anything."

And yet at this very moment.

"Really?"

In the desperate cold air, a calm female voice sounded.

"What?" The former Qin cultivator looked sideways in a daze, and at this time.

"Boom!"

In the Chuyin bell chime, which enveloped the audience, a heavy drum suddenly sounded!

This is...... There was the hum of a bowstring in his ears, and the former Qin cultivator looked at the girl beside him who was stretching her bow on her horse.

The Beginner Grand Polo Battle can be struck with a sword or an arrow, and each practitioner wears an arrow pouch with a special blunt arrow inside.

At this moment, the young man watched in amazement as the girl stretched out her bow and shot another arrow at the big drum on the side of the polo field in the distance.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy drums sounded, as if it was striking on the hearts of every former Qin person.

"Boom!"

And with the heavy drum beat, in the stadium full of Chu Yin, in the billowing dust, the girl's voice sounded.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! ”

This despair started from the ball of the former Qin and permeated every former Qin person on the court, and the sound of Chu Ge was like the poison of the sound eroding their will, and they had nothing to fight against, they could only wait to be run over by the Southern Chu people, throw away their armor, and be defeated.

Because, they, nothing.

"We ......" The arm of the former Qin cultivator who was rescued by Ying Baoyue before trembled and muttered.

"We don't have anything."

And yet at this very moment.

"Really?"

In the desperate cold air, a calm female voice sounded.

"What?" The former Qin cultivator looked sideways in a daze, and at this time.

"Boom!"

In the Chuyin bell chime, which enveloped the audience, a heavy drum suddenly sounded!

This is...... There was the hum of a bowstring in his ears, and the former Qin cultivator looked at the girl beside him who was stretching her bow on her horse.

The Beginner Grand Polo Battle can be struck with a sword or an arrow, and each practitioner wears an arrow pouch with a special blunt arrow inside.

At this moment, the young man watched in amazement as the girl stretched out her bow and shot another arrow at the big drum on the side of the polo field in the distance.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy drums sounded, as if it was striking on the hearts of every former Qin person.

"Boom!"

And with the heavy drum beat, in the stadium full of Chu Yin, in the billowing dust, the girl's voice sounded.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! ”

(After anti-theft, replace after 15 minutes)

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