Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

"Liu Bo, are you okay?"

The young man with thick eyebrows in black cotton clothes cursed loudly: "We are from the same school. It's okay if we don't join forces, but we have to kill each other. Aren't you afraid of being picked on?"

"Long Zaitian, why don't you pretend to be sensible for me?"

A young man wearing a military green coat rode a black donkey with thick bones and white eyes. He dragged a long sickle backwards and led a dozen ghosts wearing coir raincoats and holding harpoons to hit the opposite side.

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

"Why bother."

Long Zaitian shook his head helplessly, jumped up, climbed on the back of the penguin with sharp beak and dark eyes next to him, let it lie on the ground and do "sandboarding", and dived quickly with him.

Behind him were several armored white bears with powerful momentum and entwined with thunder.

The two parties collided with each other.

The sickle flies and the harpoon flies away, the beak comes and the bear's claw flies away.

In this sea of ​​sand in the sky, there is a vast yin energy.

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

Ji Nian said silently, raised his arm to pick up the falcon, and then pointed in the direction of the small flag, signaling the falcon to pick it for him.

So, in the next second, the handsome bird turned into a flowing shadow, flew high above the battlefield, picked up the flag with its beak, and delivered it to his hand.

"Take it easy, you two. I still have a business."

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

——He just shared the vision and discovered that there was a lucky person nearby. He picked up three flags effortlessly and now he happened to be picking peaches.

"go."

Ji Nian releases the falcon again and lets it detect the enemy's situation for him.

In the sand flying all over the sky, a young man wearing a "Goose Jianda" down jacket was holding something similar to a compass, leading a dozen backpackers with black shovels and vicissitudes of painting, walking in the slightly floating waves of sand.

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

"It was so professional and decent. It seems that he was able to find the three flags not just by luck."

Ji Nianxin said, waving his hand and motioning for eight Yin soldiers with the size of Dushi Johnson to come forward.

In a half-crouching position, he aimed his repeating crossbow at the "goose boy" and the dozen little black shovels.

"put!"

Seeing the "goose-seeing young man" 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 immediately started to move.

Hearing an extremely comfortable grinding sound, special crossbow arrows with a dull luster fell from the quiver into the arrow trough, and were quickly shot out through the small hole at the front end.

Dense as rain, like a flock of crows.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The warriors hold powerful crossbows, just like Siberian bandits holding their precious "AK47".

Pull the trigger without letting go, without aiming, and release a large number of arrows in two or three seconds, shooting all over.

In the blink of an eye, the sand below was covered with densely packed crossbow arrows.

"woc, there's an enemy attack!"

Before he could put away the flag, Goose was hit by an arrow just as the boy yelled.

The sharp arrow pierced his down jacket in just a moment, stirring up a large amount of goose down.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, used his mental power to protect his body in time, and quickly twisted his waist to pass by with great danger.

But despite this, a long gash was cut out between his ribs.

The most frightening thing is that this ancient battlefield artifact named [Zhuge Liannu] is now in the hands of Yin soldiers, and every blow is filled with extremely rich Yin energy.

The strands of cold air were like gangrene attached to the bone, bypassing the wound and going straight into the lungs and bone marrow.

"Hi~ouch! My waist is freezing!"

He wailed and rolled back and forth in the sand.

The dozen backpackers were swinging their black shovels like crazy, trying to ward off the arrows.

Unexpectedly, this gang of underworld warriors attacked fiercely, with dozens or hundreds of shots fired at them in one second.

They gather like a flock of crows and scatter like flying spears.

After a while, the dozen backpackers were turned into hedgehogs and turned into ashes.

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

The boy who saw Goose quickly picked up the four flags scattered in the sand, put them aside, and then shouted at the starry sky: "I abstained!"

So, the next second, two black hands stretched out from the sand dunes, grabbed his ankles, and pulled him into the sand.

The entire army disappeared in a short time.

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

At this point, he has five small flags in his hand, which is somewhat of a foundation.

"not enough."

This young boy found the four flags in just a few minutes.

Who knows if someone with incredible luck could pick up dozens or twenty small flags in these fifteen minutes?

"Seven minutes left."

Ji Nian raised his hand and glanced at the dial, then lowered his head and calculated quickly.

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

Then he raised his hand and put away some of the Yin soldiers, leaving only the scouts and falcons to confirm the location of the flag-bearer, and then led Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry and flew away.

Now is a good time to cut off the beard.

then……

"I found the third flag so quickly, ugh! I'm going to win!"

In the vast sea of ​​​​sand, the gray-headed boy in red cotton clothes laughed and picked up a small blue flag from the ground.

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

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

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

They are all wearing black thin felt cloaks and cotton winter clothes, their scimitars are sharp, and their bows are as green as pine trees.

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

Looking at it, one can see that the horses are all completely black and uniformly dressed. They are all made of broken 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 hooves from time to time, and then falling heavily, stirring up billowing smoke and light clouds.

Chen Xiong's rhythm seems to resonate with people's heartbeats.

The boy in the red cotton suit stared blankly at this scene, covering his heart with his hands.

"Plop! Plop!"

The heart was beating wildly, but the rhythm was strange, as if it would stop at the next moment.

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

At this time, it seemed as if he had seen his destined nemesis, and he froze on the spot, and the pen barrel guns fell to the ground one after another, and fell into the sand pit.

"It's over."

The boy in the red cotton suit wailed in his heart.

The next moment, the eighteen riders were seen swooping down the "mountain" like the wind.

Although the number of "people" is only eighteen, the momentum is so strong that it can equal thousands of horses and thousands of armies.

"Woo——"

Amidst the majestic sound of the horn, the [Ten Thousand Souls Entangled Hundreds of Industries Flag] swayed slightly.

The scimitar was unsheathed, and the cold light shone as it passed by, like snowflakes falling.

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

The white-robed scholar ghosts are like romantic literati in ancient times who traveled to the mountains in search of immortals. Their eyes are intoxicated in this beautiful scenery, as if they will shake their heads and recite poems in the next second.

"Bah..."

No good poems or sentences came out, but "heads" fell to the ground one after another.