Chapter 503: The Dark Blade Stabbing at the Little Princess!
"The elders of Feng Lin Shadow will never become prisoners of other classes!"
Looking at each other, the two elders sneered at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, he pressed the switch hidden in his sleeve at the same time
"Get out of the way!"
Feng Manxiu noticed that the two of them looked alike, so he grabbed the soldier beside him and ran away.
boom!
With a loud noise, the bodies of the two elders exploded directly next to the fire.
This time, they also came with the belief that if they don’t succeed, they will succeed.
There are also plenty of explosives hidden on their bodies.
Although Qiongdao is far from having the ingenuity and ingenuity of Xue Qianli to turn explosives into weapons such as highly lethal shells and cannons,
However, in the use of gunpowder
Feng Lin Shadow is an organization that is relatively good at
None of the soldiers would have thought that the two men suddenly exploded. Although they heard Feng Manxiu's reminder and quickly fled in all directions, it was still a step too late.
Fortunately, the explosives of this era are still in the stage of home-made explosives, with limited lethality.
Therefore, there were not many casualties among the soldiers, only two died immediately
The rest are mostly flesh wounds and burns
Raising his hand to pick off a piece of clothing stuck to his forehead, Feng Manxiu exhaled and then shook his head.
Observation Deck
Seeing the fire splashing everywhere, Murong Wushuang was extremely nervous.
She stared nervously at the deck, looking for Feng Manxiu's figure
But she didn't notice that danger was approaching her quietly.
A slender figure with a downcast face, wearing the clothes of an Aolong Kingdom soldier, had quietly climbed up the ladder leading to the watchtower in the chaos just now.
Just when Murong Wushuang and Zhang Yishui on the observation deck looked nervously at the deck, the dagger in his hand also flashed a cold light and stabbed Murong Wushuang in the back.
The wind lantern hanging on the observation deck reflected his face
A cold and expressionless face of a middle-aged man. Because he has been wearing a mask for a long time, the upper half of his face looks particularly pale.
It was none other than the third of the three elders
ps: I’m here today, and tomorrow... I’ll probably finish it tomorrow, ha~