A cold object emits light as sharp as a sharp sword in the moonlight, standing quietly like a silent lion, looking proudly into the cold sky.
Beiming Changfeng was pierced by the cold light, and looked carefully with surprise.
The three-meter-long cylindrical barrel stands on the armored vehicle and is divided into several long sections, from thick to thin. There is a spiral calibration handle at the rear. At this time, the head is raised and pointed at the distance, with a ferocious and faint expression.
Yueyue reveals an icy death.
However, it seems...
Have no idea what this is.
"What is it?" Beiming Changfeng turned around and looked at Ziyu with raised eyebrows. What is this thing? What is its use?
Ziyu didn't say anything, he just took the torch lit by someone next to him and handed it to Beiming Changfeng: "Light it up."
Beiming Changfeng took the torch, looked at the body of the guy who didn't know who it was, and started to point towards the core of the twisting rope that seemed to be there.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the match rope ignited instantly.
The few people in Beimingyou, Hanyang and Fangyi all stared at him with wide eyes.
Ziyu spent more than a month building this thing. What is the magic of this weird thing?
The flames crackled and burned onto the iron cylinder.
Everyone held their breath.
The match rope is burning...
"Boom..." In an instant, there was only an earth-shaking loud noise. Sparks lit up on the cylindrical head of this weird iron object, and something shot out quickly with an earth-shaking loud noise, across the icy night, and rushed into the infinite.
deep in the dark night.
"Rumble..." There was an absolute roar in the distance, like the ground was shaking, and a sheet of fire shot into the sky.
In the dark night, the firelight almost reached half of the sky.
"..."
Everyone who saw this scene with wide eyes had a trace of confusion on their faces. They were all shocked by the huge shaking sound. They looked at the sparks in the distance for a while and did not react.
Beiming Changfeng was also stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the torch in his hand, and at the still smoking cylinder next to him. Then he raised his head and looked at the fire in the distance, and said to Ziyu: "This thing... um
,wrong."
Before he finished speaking, Beiming Changfeng's face suddenly changed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he rushed towards the place where the sparks were flying in front of him, without even saying hello to Ziyu.
When Han Yang saw Bei Ming Changfeng's movements, he suddenly reacted from his daze. A flash of shock flashed across his face, and then he rushed forward with both feet.
Seeing this, Ziyu only smiled and did not follow.
"Ouch, my ears are going deaf." At this moment, Bei Minyou waited for the others to come to their senses, but Bei Minyou was the first to cover his ears and scream.
Ziyu heard this and stretched out his hand to rub it: "Don't worry, you won't be deaf."
The sound value of this thing can be tolerated by the eardrums of a child like Bei Minyou.
Rubbing his ears, Bei Mingyou looked at the direction of Bei Ming Changfeng and Hanyang who had escaped, and looked at Ziyu hesitantly: "Why did they run away? Are they not satisfied with our gift?"
Ziyu laughed: "They went to observe on the spot."
"On the ground..."
Whoosh, Bei Mingyou just repeated two words. The several weapon masters following him seemed to have reacted. With a whoosh, they rushed forward and ran forward. At that speed, Beiming Changfeng and Hanyang could hardly keep up.
.
"What are you doing?" Bei Mingyou's little face was full of surprise.
Ziyu smiled, Bei Mingyou was still young and not yet dark and shiny, with a cold light that penetrated people.
A cold object emits light as sharp as a sharp sword in the moonlight, standing quietly like a silent lion, looking proudly into the cold sky.
Beiming Changfeng was pierced by the cold light, and looked carefully with surprise.
The three-meter-long cylindrical barrel stands on the armored vehicle and is divided into several long sections, from thick to thin. There is a spiral calibration handle at the rear. At this time, the head is raised and pointed at the distance, with a ferocious and faint expression.
Yueyue reveals an icy death.
However, it seems...
Have no idea what this is.
"What is it?" Beiming Changfeng turned around and looked at Ziyu with raised eyebrows. What is this thing? What is its use?
Ziyu didn't say anything, he just took the torch lit by someone next to him and handed it to Beiming Changfeng: "Light it up."
Beiming Changfeng took the torch, looked at the body of the guy who didn't know who it was, and started to point towards the core of the twisting rope that seemed to be there.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the match rope ignited instantly.
The few people in Beimingyou, Hanyang and Fangyi all stared at him with wide eyes.
Ziyu spent more than a month building this thing. What is the magic of this weird thing?
The flames crackled and burned onto the iron cylinder.
Everyone held their breath.
The match rope is burning...
"Boom..." In an instant, there was only an earth-shaking loud noise. Sparks lit up on the cylindrical head of this weird iron object, and something shot out quickly with an earth-shaking loud noise, across the icy night, and rushed into the infinite.
deep in the dark night.
"Rumble..." There was an absolute roar in the distance, like the ground was shaking, and a sheet of fire shot into the sky.
In the dark night, the firelight almost reached half of the sky.
"..."
Everyone who saw this scene with wide eyes had a trace of confusion on their faces. They were all shocked by the huge shaking sound. They looked at the sparks in the distance for a while and did not react.
Beiming Changfeng was also stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the torch in his hand, and at the still smoking cylinder next to him. Then he raised his head and looked at the fire in the distance, and said to Ziyu: "This thing... um
,wrong."
Before he finished speaking, Beiming Changfeng's face suddenly changed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he rushed towards the place where the sparks were flying in front of him, without even saying hello to Ziyu.
When Han Yang saw Bei Ming Changfeng's movements, he suddenly reacted from his daze. A flash of shock flashed across his face, and then he rushed forward with both feet.
Seeing this, Ziyu only smiled and did not follow.
"Ouch, my ears are going deaf." At this moment, Bei Minyou waited for the others to come to their senses, but Bei Minyou was the first to cover his ears and scream.
Ziyu heard this and stretched out his hand to rub it: "Don't worry, you won't be deaf."
The sound value of this thing can be tolerated by the eardrums of a child like Bei Minyou.
Rubbing his ears, Bei Mingyou looked at the direction of Bei Ming Changfeng and Hanyang who had escaped, and looked at Ziyu hesitantly: "Why did they run away? Are they not satisfied with our gift?"
Ziyu laughed: "They went to observe on the spot."
"On the ground..."
Whoosh, Bei Mingyou just repeated two words. The several weapon masters following him seemed to have reacted. With a whoosh, they rushed forward and ran forward. At that speed, Beiming Changfeng and Hanyang could hardly keep up.
.
"What are you doing?" Bei Mingyou's little face was full of surprise.