Heritage foundry

Chapter 80
In Yingyang City, Sharjah was holding two swords in his arms, and behind him were dozens of military intelligence officers wearing big black cloaks, lined up neatly.

Shaking his head slightly, dozens of agents from the Military Intelligence Bureau quietly dispersed, sealing the large courtyard in front of him.

Sharjah was guarding in front of the main entrance with two knives in his arms, his burly body cast a long shadow in the sun, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, a black-robed military intelligence officer came over and whispered in Sharjah's ear:

"My lord, Jindak returned here yesterday, and he didn't go out today, so he should be inside."

Sharjah nodded and continued to wait.

After a while, a sloppy young man with the appearance of a beggar came in from the corner of the street, quickly came to Sharjah, and whispered:
"My lord, make sure Jindak hasn't gone out, but is inside."

Sharjah nodded again, but still waited with the knife in his arms.

The figure of the beggar had just left the street when another officer from the Military Intelligence Bureau in black robe came over and said in Sharjah's ear:

"My lord, that Zhou Mo went to see the director, and then left the city to go to Duke Yingyang's manor."

Sharjah took a deep breath, but didn't see much movement, the two knives in his arms just flashed in the air, and then, two cold lights came out of their sheaths.

The right hand splits from top to bottom, and the left hand splits from left to right.

A huge cross knife light struck the main entrance of the house almost the moment Sharjah drew the knife.

The two palm-thick solid wood boards at the main entrance were instantly split into four sections, and before they scattered on the ground, they were blown away by the sonic boom caused by Sharjah's entry.

At this time, the two scabbards had just landed.

Sharjah rushed into the courtyard like a barren tiger with fangs and cold fangs, cold light overflowing from the two knives, all the living things that could make a sound in front of him did not even look at them, and when they passed by, they chopped off their heads.

At the same time, the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau, who sealed off all the entrances and exits of the house, heard the movement at the main entrance, and they started together, jumping in from the back door, the side door, and even the high wall.

There were bursts of cold light and the rustling of swords. Within two breaths from Sharjah's attack, [-]% of the creatures in the entire house died quietly.

Outside the door of the main room in the inner courtyard, Sharjah reached out and caught a parrot whose throat had been cut by him with the back of the knife.

Waiting in front of the main room door, there was a vague breathing in the room, and three suppressed voices of sobbing, all heard in Sharjah's ears.

Among them there seemed to be only Jindak and three female relatives.

But Sharjah is still waiting, waiting for everyone to arrive, waiting for his power to gather to the peak, and then launch a thunderous blow.

Within three breaths, all the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau came behind Sharjah, all their black robes were stained with blood, and their blades were red.

Hearing the sound of the last footsteps, Sharjah made a cross again with both hands, and the front door shattered instantly.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rolled out from the door, like a startled python hidden in the depths of the grass, pulling out a phantom in the air, entangled towards Sharjah.

Sharjah's two swords were wrong, the sword with the right hand blocked the waist of the python, and the sword with the left hand directly hit the python's head. This is the best way to deal with soft weapons.

Hit the waist to vent strength, behead the head to prevent injury.

Unexpectedly, this giant python has experienced many battles and is extremely cunning, the black shadow it transformed into suddenly stretched straight in mid-air, the python's head turned into a spear point, the gunshot roared, and the cold light came.

It is cumbersome to say, but in fact, the change of the python-like black shadow is only in an instant, which happened to be stuck when Sharjah's two swords were staggered, and the empty door in the middle was leaking.

With a puff, the tip of the spear transformed by the python's head pierced Sharjah's chest, piercing the heart directly and rushing out from the other end of the body.

In the darkness of the house, there was a low-pitched laughter, hoarse, like the language of a snake.

"People from the Military Intelligence Bureau are becoming more and more useless. Sharjah with two swords, bah!"

With the voice, the spear flicked, and Sharjah's burly body was thrown out. The agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau are indeed elite, and their immediate boss died, but they were able to maintain calm. No one rushed to pick it up, and let Sharjah's body fall. on the cold ground.

The two military intelligence officers farthest from the main entrance began to move backwards, but their bodies were still cautiously facing the main entrance of the courtyard.

A black shadow made a sharp piercing sound, and shot out from the dark room. It was really like a strangely long python. He swooped down suddenly, rolled up the two of them and shrank back.

The two officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau screamed at the same time, and then they were pulled into the dark main room door.

This shocked all the agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Everyone saw sweat on their foreheads and dared not move an inch.

After a while, two more miserable cries came from the darkness inside the door, mixed with the sound of chewing that made people vomit.

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

Nervous laughter came out, mixed with the sound of chewing. The members of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the yard were pale, and several of the younger ones trembled as they held the weapons.

After a while, the chewing sound disappeared, but the nervous laughter continued. A black shadow shot out like a snake letter, and swept away the two of them again, and the chewing sound in the room also resounded.

Among the people in the Military Intelligence Bureau, some people couldn't help vomiting, but just as they opened their mouths and bent over, the black shadow in the main room door shot out, blasting their heads.

The red and white liquid exploded, and several people couldn't help but want to vomit, but they kept their mouths shut, and their eyes stared at the darkness behind the door in fear, where the god of death was hidden, and the god of death might explode their heads at any time .

There was darkness inside the door, chewing sounds mixed with nervous laughter, the yard was sunny, but a group of MIB agents were pale and sweaty.

When the sound of chewing came out for the first time, all the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau were inexplicably disgusted, and their minds were disturbed like a magic sound.

But at this moment, everyone wished that the chewing sound lasted longer, so as to delay the approach of death.

The chewing sound stopped abruptly, but the nervous laughter rose, and a black shadow popped out of the darkness again.

With a bang, it seemed that a pot exploded in the yard, and all the personnel of the Military Intelligence Bureau fled in all directions like droplets splashed from a boiling oil pot.

Secret silver, black iron, dazzling in the sun, but they can't escape the python-like black shadow hovering in mid-air.

The black shadow drew circles in the air, expanded and contracted several times in a row, and pulled all the military intelligence personnel who were trying to escape back to their original places like a spinning top.

Deep in the human world, being spied on by hell, unable to leave, unable to escape, death is just around the corner.

This sense of desperation caused several young detectives to collapse directly. Their figures were directly drawn from mid-air, and they actually lay down on the ground, their eyes dazed, and they kept shouting:

"Demon, there are demons there!"

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

The giant python in the room seemed to enjoy this scene very much, and the nervous laughter became louder and louder, like a black shadow of the python extending from the dark door, hovering in mid-air, and constantly hissing like a python spitting out letters.

At this time, a clear and charming voice sounded:
"Noisy!"

A little emerald flame appeared above the black shadow.

　Thanks to the tiger with one thought, the blood and snow with one sword, and Murong Xuanfeng for their support!

　　


(End of this chapter)