Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"It's three sides again."

On the hill, snakes and raccoons turn over, and yellow sand rolls upside down.

Yanyun Eighteen came on a horse, attacked close by, pulled his horse to one side, and galloped out to protect Ji Nian.

As the Nian beast fell to the ground, the scouts of Yin soldiers in rust armor and daggers trotted out of the sand and pulled out three small flags, holding them in both hands and handing them to Ji Nian.

"A total of eight sides, it's almost meaningless."

Ji Nian glanced at the satchel, waved his hand abruptly, and led Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry to continue attacking.

"Step! Step! Step!"

The sound of horseshoes hitting the ground gradually rose.

Such a surging and magnificent rhythm should not have appeared in the soft sandy desert, but now it is slowly exerting pressure on the people who are looking for the flag in the form of auditory hallucinations.

"what's the situation?"

The boy with toad glasses on his head and the back-haired boy in the woolen coat turned around and looked back, but found nothing strange.

So he continued to put his hands in his pockets, and with his mental power in the late bronze stage, he commanded the hundred or so [Spirit of Corvée] who were only one star of white rank to dig sand for himself to find a flag.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the sight of thin and thin Yin spirits in common clothes wielding tattered pickaxes to prop up the fiery scene.

"This is the correct usage of the Legion Card."

He dug his ears, and gently blew on the fine yellow sand hanging from his fingertips:

"Problems that can be solved by 'manpower' are not called problems. Just find a flag. Keep a low profile and do it secretly. If you want to make a big noise, you will end up being the target of public criticism, not just trying to make wedding dresses for others. "

"Well, it makes sense."

Qingyue's voice echoed in his ears.

The man seemed to be very close to him, and the breath he exhaled when he spoke fell on his neck, like a cold scraper, making his neck ache.

"The third one! The fifth one! Come and save me...I'm lost!!!"

He reacted very quickly and bowed his head, and at the same time he called out to the leader of [Spirit of Corvée].

But in the next second, an arrow with black light and blood-stained tail feathers was nailed to the neck of the coat.

Then, driven by the huge kinetic energy, a nearly dead old Populus euphratica tree next to it was hung up.

"My coat!"

He subconsciously groaned.

But before he had time to say anything more, three "swish, swish" arrows struck from the darkness, "nailing" the buckle of the tactical vest inside his coat with extreme precision.

This is just a game, of course Ji Nian can't kill the killer.

The first sentence is a reminder, and the four arrows after that are a second reminder.

As the old saying goes, courtesy first and soldiers later.

Once the etiquette is in place, there will be "soldiers" after that.

I saw billowing black smoke, yellow sand sweeping in, and eighteen sturdy cavalrymen with strong horses rushing out in the long night of the desert.

They stretched their bows and set up arrows, walked through the air, and their horseshoes stomped like flying, causing waves of ripples and splashes.

"river?"

The boy with the back of his head blinked twice suddenly, his face was full of surprise.

I saw a generous river channel opening out of this barren desert at some point.

The water flow is filthy, blue and raging.

Eighteen black horses came riding on the river, and the sun was round behind them.

Desert, ancient river...

Red sun, stars...

Yellow sand, water flow...

Yunshan, Shaling...

A variety of conflicting scenes come together to form a different kind of harmony.

Not only the boy with the back of his head sank into this strange beauty, but also the hundred or so [Spirits of Corvée] under his command also fell into a daze.

To Ji Nian's surprise, in less than two seconds, this group of sallow, thin, skinny Yin spirits were released from the bondage of [Long River Sunset].

Then almost instinctively swarmed in front of the young man with the head on his back, forming a "human" wall to defend him against the arrows.

The rest, obviously out of the instinct of the spirit body, was terribly afraid of the Yin soldiers, but still vigorously waved the broken and rusty pickaxe in his hand, sifted the chaff with his legs, and rushed towards Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry tremblingly.

"What is this for?"

On the hillside, Ji Nian, who was sitting on the back of Nian Beast, left scout, and right Eagle, moved his shoulders, shook his head with a little displeasure, and said:

"If you want to fight, fight well. Who will show these bad scenes? Make me look like a villain."

He said in his heart and waved his hand.

The scouts at the side noticed this scene, and immediately pulled out the [Thousand Souls Entangled with Hundreds of Industries Banner] from the sand pile, and waved it vigorously.

The dim light in the pupils of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry below swayed and swayed, and the horses scattered in all directions, forming a cavalry and shooting formation.

He pulled up the "kite" quickly, and didn't rush at all with these crazy [Spirits of Corvettes], but just set up arrows and drew bows continuously and quickly.

In an instant, the dark "crows" scattered in all directions during the flight, and countless "flying spears" formed a huge net, which was a little scattered.

It can be as dense as a forest! There is no way to avoid it!

In just an instant, the rain of Yin steel arrows enveloped the group of Yin spirits, and the arrows wrapped in strong Yin energy instantly pierced through their spirit bodies, and exploded like firecrackers, scattering fragments in all directions.

A hundred or so Kalings holding "Iron Soldiers" fell one by one under the iron hooves of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry, their spirit bodies bloomed and they could not resist.

The card spirits summoned by a large number of legions dissipated at the same time, and returned to the almost "broken" card form. Even with the extremely outstanding mental strength of the boy with the head in the same period, it was a little unbearable.

Can't help coughing twice, and frantically shook his head towards the vast night: "Brother, I voted! Don't hit me, I'm afraid!"

"Um."

The sound was extremely soft and fell into his ears.

Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry immediately withdrew their arrows and drew their bows in unison.

The first one, with a big hand with vigorous and well-defined joints, gently swept it, and summoned the three small flags that the young man on his back had worked so hard to find.

"Eleven..."

"It's still not enough."

Ji Nian lightly smashed Nian's ribs with both feet, and drove this unrivaled beast to charge in another direction.

Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry also turned his horse at this time, lifted his knife and pressed his bow, leaned forward slightly, and quickly disappeared into the vast desert.

When acting silently, it hides merit and fame deeply.

"Next, please invite the next lucky audience."

Ji Qing said in a low voice with a relaxed smile on his face.

It is not in vain that he has put in a lot of hard work during this time, and now he is extremely calm in manipulating the Yin soldiers.

"I've tried the three entries and [Changhe Sunset Yuan], and now I only have the skill [Great Desert Dust Straight], which can be used later."

Ji Nian secretly calculated, leading a group of dark soldiers, stepping on the sand and wind, and running wildly.

In less than half a minute, I saw the three previously selected targets, two of whom joined forces and charged towards the remaining one.

"Master Fist Bone Ghost, cut it in the middle!"

The boy in a thin down jacket and with earbags shouted and directed Kaling to make a move, his eyes were slightly protruding, his face was full of excitement, and the next second he sighed in disappointment: "Oh, how can you still have slippery feet!"

Compared with that, the girl in a sweater skirt looked more stable: "Stop staring at those Kalings, catch the card master first, there is a loophole in the northwest corner!"

"oh oh."

The earbag boy nodded repeatedly, and separated two muscular ghost boxers from the battle circle, one on the left and one on the right, and rushed towards the opposite card master.

The girl in a sweater skirt next to her also sent out two Kalings with loose long hair, disheveled makeup and costumes to assist in the battle.

Seeing this situation, the card master who was besieged by the two showed a stern expression, while twisting his waist and moving in a snake shape, he quickly moved towards the direction of the card spirit under his command.

"A card making game, two against one, somewhat ugly."

As a well-known "messenger of justice" in Taoyuan, Ji Nian will certainly not sit back and watch such a serious violation of morality as "using the more to bully the less" happens.

So with a big wave of his hand, he commanded Yanyun's eighteen cavalry to charge the remaining twelve or thirteen Kalings on the field.

"Woo--"

The desolate and vigorous horn sounded through the desert.

The iron hoof stepped on the dry bones submerged in the yellow sand, and galloped like a dragon.

The flames of the beacon made the eyes blurred, and the three card masters could only vaguely see the cold light blooming in the hands of the eighteen stalwart riders.

The "swish" sound of the sword being unsheathed made their hair stand on end.

"What a handsome cavalryman! Who is this?"

The boy with the earbags stared at the soldiers and horses that had come out of the yellow sand night, his eyes were shining, and he almost didn't drool: "A real man has to make such a Kaling!"

"You 2B?!" The young card master who had just been besieged by him and the girl in a sweater skirt couldn't help cursing: "This is a bad seed who came to pick peaches. If we don't work together to stop him, the three of us have to go!"

"Ah!"

The earbag boy nodded repeatedly as if he had just woken up from a dream, and directed the four remaining boxers under him, Yin Ling, to slam into the blade.

"laugh--"

The black blood formed by Yin Qi surged out from Boxer's neck, printing a dark red arc in the dust.

The head of the great "human" flew out, rolled around in the sand, and dissipated into black smoke.

Driven by instinctive inertia, the headless spirit bodies with knotted muscles and wearing bunts punched a few times in standard movements, and then fell staggeringly into the sandpit, emitting black smoke.

"Why are you rushing so fast? Wait for us to go up together."

The girl in the sweater dress complained, and then mobilized her subordinate [Wild Actress in Fire] to gather with the [Han Ye Corpse Spot Dart "People\