Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 152 Yan Yun Biao rides and kills the scholar, and the lonely smoke rises in the desert

"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. We still want to kill each other. Aren't you afraid of being picked out?"

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

A young man in 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 in their hands to hit the opposite side.

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

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"Why bother."

Long Zaitian shook his head helplessly, jumped up, climbed onto the back of the penguin next to him with its sharp beak and dark eyes, and let it lie on the ground doing a "sand board" while diving quickly with him.

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

The two parties collided with each other like this.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, used his mental power to protect his body in time, and quickly twisted his waist, narrowly passing by.

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

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

Then……

"Woo——"

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

"Not enough."

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!"

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.

"It's over."

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

"Seven minutes left."

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

Ji Nian releases the falcon again to detect the enemy's situation for him.

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

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

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

"You two fight slowly, I still have a business."

In this sea of ​​sand in the sky, there is a vast gloomy atmosphere.

Wearing all black thin felt cloaks and cotton winter clothes, the scimitar is sharp and the bow is as green as a pine tree.

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

"put!"

"woc, there's an enemy attack!"

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

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.

Before the goose had time to put away the flag, seeing the boy yelling, he was hit by an arrow.

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

Unexpectedly, these gangs of underworld warriors attacked fiercely, with dozens or hundreds of rounds fired at them in one second.

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

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

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

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

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

Looking at it, one can see that all these thousand-mile horses are 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.

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

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

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.

Ji Nianxin said, waving his hand and motioning for eight Yin Soldiers with the size of Dwayne Johnson to step forward.

Seeing the "goose-seeing young man" dig 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.

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

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

The white-robed scholar ghosts are like the romantic literati who traveled to the mountains in ancient times 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..."

"Hi~ouch! My waist is freezing!"

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

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

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

At this point, he already had five small flags in his hand, which gave him some confidence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

The entire army disappeared in a short time.

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

"Plop! Plop!"

Then he raised his hand and put away some of the Yin soldiers, leaving only the scouts. Falcon confirmed the position of the person holding the flag, and then led the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry and flew away.

Dense as rain, like a flock of crows.

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

The rhythm of Shen Xiong seems to resonate with the human heartbeat.

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

When the sickle flies, the harpoon flies away; when the beak comes, the bear's claw flies away.

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

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

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

He howled and rolled back and forth in the sand.

Now is a good time to cut off the beard.

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

Pull the trigger without letting go, without aiming. A large number of arrows will be released within two or three seconds, and they will be fired at once.

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

The scimitar was unsheathed, and when it passed by, the cold light shone like flakes of snowflakes.

"go."

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

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

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