Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

The sky and earth are dark blue, and paper figures are fluttering.

The wedding boy with blood on his cheeks and a black coat walked toward Goldman Sachs on the motorcycle with a sly smile and light steps.

Carrying the long wooden box like a coffin with the words "Longevity and Longevity" written on it on his shoulders, he walked and sang:

"The bright moon does not rise, the dark wind blows in the red alley, it is a fierce ghost marrying a beautiful girl."

"Who is willing to love the cruel ghost bridegroom and support the withered bones to secretly worship the moonlight late at night?"

A strange singing voice, as if coming from a child's voice, floated in the night sky.

The emerald-skinned frog jumped into the grass, its cheeks fluttering, and stepped into the puddle.

The night wind brought the sound of music from all directions, and the Chinese characters written on it looked like rusty flags moving wildly.

Goldman Sachs kicked down the valuable hoverbike that cost a lot of favors to get, raised his hand to flip over, picked up the landing knife, and crashed into the pile of paper figures.

These paper figures were given by Brother Ziliang.

Although this young man spends money very generously and only chooses high-quality items as gifts, he still has a certain limit.

The words "excellent ability to withstand beatings" only apply to new games.

For leaders like Jiannian and Goldman Sachs, their paper bodies are as easy to leak as cheap toilet paper.

I saw the shadow of the knife flashing, and Goldman Sachs, whose blood was boiling, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The rusty long knife would cut a strange paper man in half every time he slashed and turned.

But after all, he was not a reckless man like King Ren. Even though his blood was rising and his fighting spirit was floating, he still put rationality first, and arranged for his flying detection unit [Leopard Eater Eagle Head] to hold him on his shoulder in a protective posture.

In addition, he also has no less than a hundred green-grade defense cards affixed to his body.

The dim light floats around me, like a little green man emerging from a special effects room in a movie.

"This boy really cherishes his life."

These words come from the time when the scholar's sword is in his hand, the mountain ghost money is hung around his neck, the dark clouds cover his head, and the fairy rope is ready at any time; the white mist under his feet is filled with golden silkworms and Gu insects.

Steadyness will guarantee a thousand years of life, but recklessness will hardly lead to a crown.

In essence, the card master is still a mage plus a summoner.

Except for a few reckless men, there are very few players who have real fights with others.

"That's a lot of tigers."

On this point, Chronicle and Goldman Sachs have the same view.

To put it bluntly, this final is just two old guys competing.

Goldman Sachs took the lead in taking out a "Money Ability" card, and it didn't keep track of the year. It had a mysterious figure, like a lingering soul.

The simple and mottled scholar's sword turns left and right, not righteous at all, but more like a young boy dancing and performing indulgently on the stage.

"Sir, where are you looking?"

Goldman Sachs, who was fighting wildly along the mountain road, paused. He felt a cold wind that corroded the bones and marrow hit his neck, and a sinister voice passed into his ears.

He was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to breathe, but he was not a simple character after all. He turned his head and slashed horizontally, steadily, accurately and cruelly, and instantly set off a wave of sword wind.

The figure seemed to be unable to dodge, and was hit by the knife. Its big head flew out instantly, pulling out a long dark red ribbon.

"That's it?"

Goldman Sachs wiped the blood on his face, his eyes were deep and his teeth were white, and he stood there with the knife horizontally, really like a demon.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the head rolling on the ground suddenly laughed wildly. The laughter was so devilish that it chilled people's hearts.

Just as Goldman Sachs frowned secretly and thought of a way to deal with it, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he only stared at a pair of dark eyes.

It was cold and dark, like a cold pool.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Goldman Sachs struck again with his sword, slashing towards the body whose head flew out but still stood there.

What surprised him was that the ghost bridegroom's tenacity and defense were not as good as that of the paper man.

He only grabbed the waist and cut it into two pieces.

"thump."

The two bodies in wedding robes fell to the ground without making any sound.

Seeing this situation, Goldman Sachs suddenly felt a little ridiculous in his heart:

The plot of this realm was clearly planned based on the chronology, but I was just acting according to the rules. Why did I seem to be the villain in the marriage of a bad guy?

But now that the matter was over, he obviously wasn't allowed to think too much.

In order to prevent Ji Nian from playing the "red groom, resurrected from the dead" scene again, he raised his hand and turned out a [Will-o'-the-Wisp Haunting Monument] skill card, and flicked towards the two severed bodies with his fingers.

The dark green sea of ​​​​fire rose instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it submerged the groom's broken body and the overwhelming paper figures.

"Bear!"

The blazing flames made Goldman Sachs's already green complexion even greener.

"call!"

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a large group of crows flew out of the sea of ​​fire.

The strange sound of gurgling sounds is strange and terrifying.

He fell straight to the crooked old locust tree on the side of the road, squatting down on each branch, his blood-stained eyes gloomy.

Seeing this, Goldman's eyes moved slightly, turned his head, and met a pair of completely black eyes with no whites at all.

"What's wrong with me marrying a wife?"

The voice was cold and stern, as if it came from the Nine Ruins Purgatory.

Goldman's pupils widened slightly, and he subconsciously touched the eagle on his shoulder, but it was in vain.

Turning around and looking around, there was nowhere to be seen the blue-robed monster and the bald old man.

Looking down at the ground, there was no paper man in sight, only leaves that had been cut into two ends.

Only then did he realize that he... seemed to have been tricked.

[Dream Red Veil], this is the equipment obtained from the Gu family's old house during the annual unified training. It is suspected to be a fragment of some good equipment. It can be said that it has many wonderful uses.

It's just that that silly girl from Yingtai is addicted to physical attacks and doesn't like this kind of illusion ability, so she just treats it as a jewelry.

To be more precise, it was a anniversary gift to her.

More meaningful than practical.

But Ji Nian always felt that such a good thing should not be wasted, so he borrowed it together with the scholar's sword.

What I just used was the skill [Fantasy Dream]:

Consume a large amount of Yin energy to create an illusion consistent with the nearby environment based on the target unit's past life and personality traits.

Units of purple quality and below are difficult to crack.

If the equivalent value is converted to the level of the card master's cultivation level, it would be difficult to break even silver.

But having said that, Goldman Sachs was born into a wealthy family, and he was covered with self-defense cards, so he certainly had no shortage of illusion-type defense methods.

Normally, I really wouldn't have to use the year-end move [Fantasy Dream], and I wouldn't feel it at all.

"You don't really think that I added blood to you just for fun."

Ji Nianxin said.

This wave, he is on the fifth floor and Goldman Sachs is on the first floor.

Just now, he deliberately released Brother Zongzi, who did not hide his appetite, and forced Goldman Sachs to the third floor.

This kid really thought that he, the organizer, was also on the third floor.

In fact, he's firmly on the fifth floor, and he's still thinking of bad moves to climb up.

"Everything has two sides, nothing is either good or bad."

"The temporary increase in blood energy will indeed improve physical fitness and enhance the resistance to evil spirits."

"But in the same way, a sudden increase in strength and passion will also affect the psyche of most people."