"Liu Bo, are you okay?"

The thick-eyed young man in a black cotton suit scolded loudly: "The two of us are from the same school, if we don't join forces, it doesn't matter, and we have to kill each other, aren't you afraid of being picked up?" ”

"Long Zaitian, why don't you pretend to be someone who understands me there!"

The young man in the army-green coat rode a black donkey with thick bones and white eyes, dragged a long-handled scythe upside down, and led a dozen ghosts wearing hats and holding fishing forks to slam into the opposite direction.

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

"Why bother."

Long Zaitian shook his head a little helplessly, jumped vertically, turned on the back of the penguin with a sharp beak and dark eyes next to him, and let him lie on the ground to do "sandboarding", and swooped down with himself.

Behind him were several majestic white bears in armor wrapped in thunder.

The two sides collided together.

The sickle flies to the fishing fork, and the beak comes to fly with the bear's claws.

In this sea of sand, the vast yin qi is stirred.

"Is there a possibility...... Can't you either stay? ”

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

So, in the next second, the handsome bird turned into a shadow, swept through the sky of the battlefield, picked up the flag with its beak, and delivered it to him.

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

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

- He had just discovered that there was a man of bad luck nearby who had picked up three flags without much effort, and now he was going to pick peaches.

"Go."

Ji Nian released the falcon again and asked him to find out the enemy situation for himself.

I saw that in the flying sand, a young man wearing a down jacket of "Goose Sees Fighting" was holding some kind of compass-like object, leading more than a dozen backpackers holding black shovels and painting vicissitudes of life, walking in the slightly floating sand waves.

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

"It's so professional, it's really decent, it seems that he can find those three flags, not just by luck."

Ji Nianxin said, waving his hand, and motioned for the eight Yin soldiers and crossbowmen of the size of Dwayne Johnson to step forward.

In a half-squatting posture, he aimed the crossbow in his hand at the "goose saw the boy" and the dozen or so small black shovels.

"Put!"

Seeing that the "goose saw the boy" digging out a small blood-colored flag from the sand slope with a smile on his face, Ji Nian waved his hand violently, and the eight warriors immediately set off.

I heard the sound of an extremely comfortable mechanism running-in, and one after another special crossbow arrows with dull luster fell from the arrow box into the arrow groove, and shot out through the small hole at the front end.

Dense as rain, like a flock of crows.

"Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! ”

Lux is armed with a crossbow, like a Siber-Leah tyrant carrying their baby "AK47".

Pull the trigger and don't let go, without aiming, release a large number of arrows within two or three seconds, and shoot them all over.

That is, in the blink of an eye, the sand below is covered with dense crossbow arrows.

"WOC, there's an enemy attack!"

Before he could put away the flag, the goose saw that the boy had just yelled and was hit by an arrow.

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

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, protected his body with mental power in time, and quickly twisted his waist, and brushed it dangerously.

But Rao was like this, and a long cut was cut between his ribs.

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

The wisps of cold breath were like appendages, bypassing the wound and going straight to the bone marrow of the lungs.

"Hiss~Whew! I'm frozen! ”

He wailed and rolled back and forth in the sand.

The dozen or so backpackers frantically swung their black shovels to fend off the arrows.

How could this group of Yin soldiers attack fiercely, and dozens or hundreds of rounds swept over in a second.

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

In a short time, the dozen or so backpackers were tied into hedgehogs and crumbled into ashes.

"Big guy, I'm convinced, stop it, these four flags are all yours!"

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

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 place after a while.

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

At this point, he already has five small flags in his hand, and he has a little bottom.

"It's not enough."

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

Who knows if there will be people who are unlucky enough to pick up a dozen or twenty small flags in these fifteen minutes?

"Seven minutes to go."

Ji Nian raised his hand and looked at the dial, then lowered his head and made a quick calculation.

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

He raised his hand to put away some of the Yin soldiers, leaving only the scouts and falcons to confirm the location of the person holding the flag, and then led Yanyun's eighteen horsemen and flew away.

Now is a good time to cut off your beard.

And then......

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

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

But before he could be happy for a few seconds, a loud shout rang out from behind him: "Bastard, what did you win?!" ”

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the knife unsheathed.

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

All the same color of dark thin felt and cotton winter clothes, scimitar sharp, bow like green pine.

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

As far as the eye can see, these horses are all covered in pitch black, and their costumes are also uniform, all of which are broken and old leather and iron stitched armor, revealing the mottled and heavy history of thousands of years.

They stood on the dunes and looked down, and from time to time they raised their horses' hooves and then fell heavily, stirring up billowing smoke and shallow clouds.

The rhythm of Shen Xiong seems to be able to resonate with people's heartbeats.

The young man in the red cotton suit looked at this scene in a daze, covering his heart with his hand.

"Plop! Thump! ”

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

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

At this time, as if he had seen the nemesis of fate, he froze in place, and a pen barrel gun also fell to the ground and fell into the sand pit.

"It's over."

The young man in the red cotton suit wailed in his heart.

The next moment, I saw the eighteen horsemen swooping down the "mountain" like a gale.

Although there are only eighteen "people" and their momentum is strong, they can reach thousands of horses.

"Whew-"

In the sound of the majestic horn, the [Ten Thousand Souls Entangled Hundred Karma Flags] shook slightly.

The scimitar was unsheathed, and the cold light shimmered as it passed, like a piece of snowflake.

Yellow sand and snow, stars like chess.

The white-robed scholars and ghosts are like romantic literati who traveled to the mountains and searched for immortals in ancient times, and their eyes were intoxicated in this beautiful scenery, as if they were going to shake their heads and chant poems in the next second.

"......"

Good poems and sentences have not come out, but there are "human heads" on the ground.

It's about to be pushed, and the little brother sorted out the details in the afternoon, write less today, and start tomorrow for eleven days.

Everyone looks at the performance of the little brother, if you are satisfied, how many votes will be counted, and every bit of support you will have to determine how far the book can go.

Ball ball, ball ball.

Well, also, on February 1st, no matter what the results are, the younger brother will build a full group package, and the big ones can go first.

(End of chapter)