Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"Liu Bo, are you okay?"

The thick-browed boy in black padded clothes scolded loudly: "We are from the same school, it's fine if we don't work together, but if we want to kill each other, aren't you afraid of being picked up?"

"Long Zaitian, why don't you pretend to understand me!"

A young man in an army green coat rode a black donkey with thick bones and white eyes, dragged a long-handled sickle backwards, and led a dozen ghosts in straw hats and harpoons in their hands to slam into the opposite side.

At the same time, he did not forget to scold: "If you hadn't pulled my donkey's tail in the last round of competition, I would have almost been eliminated? Now pretend to be a good person with me, it's too late! This Qingshan Cup, there is me without you, and you without me !"

"Why bother."

Long Zaitian shook his head helplessly, jumped vertically, and flipped onto the back of the penguin next to him with a sharp beak and dark eyes, and let it lie on the ground to do a "sand board", leading him to dive quickly.

Behind him followed several imposing armored white bears entwined with thunder.

The two sides collided like this.

The sickle flies to the harpoon, and the beak comes to bear's claws.

In this sea of ​​sand all over the sky, there is a vast amount of Yin Qi.

"Is there a possibility... neither of you can stay?"

Ji Nian said something silently, raised his arm to catch the eagle, and then pointed in the direction of the small flag, motioning for the falcon to pick it up for himself.

So, in the next second, that handsome bird turned into a streamer, swept across the battlefield, picked up the flag with its beak, and delivered it to him.

"Let's fight slowly, I still have a business."

As Ji Nianxin said, he raised his hand to wipe off the sand on the flag, put it away carefully, then climbed on the back of Nian Beast, and headed straight to the southeast.

——He just passed the shared field of vision and found that there was an unlucky person nearby who picked up the three flags without any effort, and now he just happened to go to pick peaches.

"go."

Ji Nian once again let the Falcon fly to find out the enemy's situation for him.

In the flying sand all over the sky, a young man wearing a "Goose Seed" down jacket is holding some kind of compass-like object, leading a dozen backpackers with black shovels and vicissitudes of life, walking in the slightly floating sand waves.

Looking at this scene that resembled "touching the blond mound", Ji Nian couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"It's so professional, it's really decent. It seems that he was able to find the three flags, not just by luck."

As Ji Nianxin said, he waved his hand and motioned for eight Yin Binglian crossbowmen with the size of Jushi Johnson to come forward.

In a half-squat position, he aimed the crossbow in his hand at the "Goose Seen Fighting Boy" and the dozen or so little black shovels.

"put!"

Seeing the "Goose Seeing Boy" digging out a small blood-colored flag from the sand slope with a smile on his face, Ji Nian waved his hand suddenly, and the eight warriors started to move immediately.

There was an extremely comfortable running-in sound, and the special crossbow arrows with dull luster fell from the arrow box into the arrow groove, and shot out quickly through the small hole at the front end.

It is as dense as rain, like a flock of crows.

"Turn! Thu! Tush!"

The wrestlers hold a powerful crossbow, just like Siberian bandits holding up their precious "AK47".

Pull the trigger without letting go, and without aiming, a large number of arrows will be released within two or three seconds, and they will shoot across.

In the blink of an eye, the sand below was covered with dense crossbow bolts.

"Woc, there is an enemy attack!"

Before he had time to put away the flag, the goose saw that the young boy had just roared, and was hit by an arrow.

The sharp arrow pierced his down jacket in a split second, stirring up a lot of goose down in an instant.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, protected his body with mental strength in time, and quickly turned his waist around, passing by dangerously and dangerously.

But even so, a long gash was drawn between his ribs.

The most frightening thing is that this ancient battlefield artifact named [Zhuge Liannu] is in the hands of Yin soldiers at this moment, and every blow is wrapped with extremely strong Yin Qi.

That cold breath, like a gangrene attached to the bone, bypassed the wound and went straight into the lungs and bone marrow.

"Hiss~ ow! My waist is frozen!"

He howled and rolled back and forth in the sand.

The dozen or so backpackers frantically waved their black shovels, trying to block the arrows.

Unexpectedly, this gang of yin soldiers attacked fiercely, sweeping away with dozens or even hundreds of shots in a second.

Gather like a flock of crows and scatter like flying spears.

After a while, the dozen or so backpackers were tied up into hedgehogs and collapsed into ashes.

"Boss, I'm convinced, stop, these four flags are all yours!"

The goose saw the young boy's movements and quickly picked up the four flags scattered in the sand, put them aside, and then yelled at the starry sky: "I abstain!"

So, in the next second, two black hands stretched out from the dune, pulled his ankles, and pulled them into the sand.

Even the people and the legion disappeared in the same place after a while.

Seeing this, Ji Nian waved his hand and directed Falcon to pick up the four flags from the ground.

So far, he has five small flags in his hands, which is somewhat of a bottom line.

"not enough."

Only this one goose boy found four flags in a few minutes.

Who knows if someone with unlucky luck can pick up a dozen or twenty small flags in these fifteen minutes?

"Seven minutes."

Ji Nian raised his hand and glanced at the dial, then bowed his head and counted quickly.

In the end, he found that with his current mental strength, it was more than enough to induce the Yin soldiers to rage for six or seven minutes.

Then he raised his hand and put away some of the Yin soldiers, leaving only scouts and falcons to confirm the position of the person holding the flag, and then led Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry to fly away.

Now is a good time to cut Hu.

Then……

"Found the third flag so quickly, oops! I'm going to win!"

In the vast sea of ​​sand, the gray-faced young man in red padded clothes laughed and picked up a small blue flag from the ground.

But before he was happy for a few seconds, a loud shout sounded from behind him: "Bastard, what did you win?!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the "swish" sound of the knife being unsheathed.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw eighteen giant cavalry scattered on the sand dunes not far away.

All black thin felt cloaks and cotton winter clothes, with sharp machetes and bows like green pine.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, people are vigorous, and horses are also majestic.

Looking around, this thousand-mile horse is actually completely black, and its attire is also uniform. They are all dilapidated and old leather and iron stitched armor, revealing the mottled thickness of thousands of years of history.

They stood on the sand dune and looked down, raising their horseshoes from time to time, and then falling heavily, stirring up billowing smoke and light clouds.

That Shen Xiong's rhythm seems to be able to resonate with the human heartbeat.

The young man in red cotton clothes stared blankly at this scene, covering his heart with his hands.

"Plop! Plop!"

The heart beats crazily, but the rhythm is strange, as if it will stop suddenly in the next moment.

He swallowed nervously, and turned his head to look at the eight or nine evil ghosts dressed as ancient scholars beside him.

At this time, it seemed that he had seen the nemesis of fate, and he was stunned in place, and the pens and guns also fell to the ground and fell into the sandpit.

"It's over."

The boy in red cotton clothes wailed in his heart.

The next moment, I saw the eighteen riders swooping down the "mountain" like a gust of wind.

Although the number of "people" is only eighteen, they are so powerful that they can reach thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

"Woo--"

In the majestic sound of the horn, the [Thousand Souls Entangling Baiye Banner] shook slightly.

The scimitar was out of its sheath, and when it passed by, it shone coldly, like flakes of snowflakes.

The yellow sand is flying snow, and the stars are like chess.

Those white-robed scholar ghosts are like romantic literati who wandered mountains and searched for immortals in ancient times. Their eyes are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, as if they are about to shake their heads and recite poems in the next second.

"Bah..."

No good poems or sentences came out, but there were "human heads" falling to the ground.

I'm going to tweet soon, my brother sorted out the outline in the afternoon, write less today, and start tomorrow eleven days a day.

Look at the performance of the younger brother, if you are satisfied, please count your votes, every bit of your support will determine how far this book can go.

Ball ball, ball ball.

Well, also, on February 1st, no matter what the grades are, the younger brother will create a full subscription group distribution package, and the elders can advance to the general group.