Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

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Afterwards, he flashed in succession and approached the two attackers at a closer distance.

"Whoosh!"

Before the two attackers raised their crossbows, Ye Fan raised his left hand and shot out three more steel needles.

The two attackers fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, clutching their throats and struggling desperately, and died soon after.

Ye Fan kicked their corpses away, then shook the dust off his clothes, and slowly walked into the hall with a military dagger.

He scanned the hall sharply.

The hall is magnificently decorated and elegantly furnished in an antique style.

It's just that in the bright lights, there were seven or eight more corpses, including men, women and children, lying in the hall in disorder, which made people worry.

Especially some familiar faces made Ye Fan even more angry.

"Song Hongyan, Tang Ruoxue?"

Ye Fan let out a low cry, and quickly recognized Song Hongyan and Tang Ruoxue.

It's just that they were all tied to pillars, and their mouths were stuffed with cloth.

Seeing their miserable appearance, Ye Fan had a killing intent in his eyes.

He was about to rush over to save people, but saw two bursts of red light shooting towards him again.

Ye Fan tilted his head, and the red light wiped his ears.

Then, another ball flew over from the other side of the pillar.

Extremely fast.

"boom!"

With a flick of Ye Fan's body, he punched out.

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The ball shattered.

Then, Ye Fan felt a pain in his abdomen, and he fell and flew out.

He slammed into the pillars in the hall before stopping.

He looked down and saw that he had been shot in the lower abdomen, dripping with blood.

Ye Fan couldn't stop roaring: "Ah—"

"Whoosh-"

Before Ye Fan could catch his breath, another figure flashed in the hall, slashing at Ye Fan fiercely.

This knife carried the momentum of a thunderbolt.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan waved a military dagger to resist.

"Bang!"

The tip of the knife collided, and Ye Fan's arm trembled instantly.

A brute force rushed over from the arm.

Ye Fan's face turned pale.

He knelt on the ground with his knees limp, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Too strong.

While Ye Fan was shocked by the enemy's strength, a thought crossed his mind, is this enemy a human or a ghost?

"Crack!"

The enemy didn't give Ye Fan a chance to speak, and bullied him again.

The dagger slashed down!

"Whoosh!"

When Ye Fan instinctively raised the military dagger to block, the dagger had cut off Ye Fan's finger.

A sharp pain spread across Ye Fan's entire body in an instant, causing him to shrink uncontrollably and almost fainted.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and endured, taking the opportunity to retreat two meters.

He also instinctively withdrew his severed finger.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Before Ye Fan could slow down, the black-robed man had already leaned forward.

He is as erratic as a phantom, and the samurai sword in his hand spits out letters like a poisonous snake, killing his life with his moves.

Ye Fan dodged in embarrassment, and tried to move against the wall as much as possible to prevent being hit by the opponent.

It's just that he was bruised, physically exhausted, and suffered internal injuries, so he gradually fell into the disadvantaged.

The black-robed man attacked fiercely, forcing Ye Fan to retreat steadily, and he was stabbed several times from time to time.

His stomach and thighs were wounded, and his shirt was stained red with blood.

He could only pick up a dagger and keep blocking it, seeking a way out.

It's just that every time he resisted, Ye Fan felt a little heavy.

Because his exhaustion made him weaker and weaker.

Compared with the bravery of the man in black robe, Ye Fan looked more and more like a prey.

"boom!"

Taking advantage of the black-robed man's spinning kick, Ye Fan flew away, and when the latter fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, the black-robed man took Ye Fan's throat again.

Ye Fan didn't panic, he reached out with his left hand, and pulled out the short gun stuck in his chest.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullets poured out.

The black-robed man's eyelids twitched, and he quickly moved to the side to avoid the incoming bullets.

Ye Fan took the opportunity to roll out, then jumped up, picked up the crossbow on the ground, and shot at the man in black mercilessly.

The black-robed man's face changed slightly, and he reacted very quickly, retreating four or five meters back, dodging the arrows from the crossbow.

At the same time, six figures appeared in the hall, and rushed towards Ye Fan with a long knife in their hands.

Ye Fan roared and went up to meet him.

"Pumppump-"

The two sides clashed several times in the blink of an eye.

In the shadow of swords and swords, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly.

Ye Fan's military stab and dagger were knocked out.

The opponent's samurai sword was also broken by him.

Not only that, but the other party had two people seize the gap, and one stabbed Ye Fan in the stomach.

One stabbed at Ye Fan's neck.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, Ye Fan pressed the waist armor, and a beam of light shot out.

The dagger and long knife broke instantly!

The opponent's body swayed back.

"Hey!"

Ye Fan took the opportunity to slap the last person on the back.

The man grunted, staggered back a few meters, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn!"

Seeing Ye Fan being so tyrannical, the faces of the six swordsmen changed drastically, and they quickly dispersed to form a battle circle.

It's a pity that Ye Fan has already locked them, and a carp rushed over.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Ye Fan rushed into the battle group with one stride, and kicked the six people out one by one.

He also took out a few crossbow arrows and shot at the remaining two enemies.

The two backed away with a muffled grunt.

Ye Fan turned the military dagger and took the black-robed man's throat.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, the man in black turned over to avoid the dagger, and then slashed at Ye Fan's head.

Ye Fan didn't hesitate at all, turned around and sprinted to the side.

"boom!"

Amidst a muffled sound, the military dagger slashed on the pillar, making a crisp sound.

A gap suddenly appeared in the pillar, which was shocking.

Ye Fan's face turned cold, he grabbed the wooden stick at the gap, and then slammed it on the head of the man in black robe.

The black-robed man had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and with a shake of his right hand, the samurai sword instantly deflected the stick's attack.

He also used the reaction force to leap into the air, and after kicking an attacking companion, he fled to the corner of the hall.

Almost as soon as it disappeared, a beautiful figure flashed over.

She was tall and slender, wearing a black hat and a red windbreaker, her pretty face was as indifferent as an ice sculpture.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said:

"Miyamoto Tamaru?"

Although this was a young woman with a peaked cap and a mask, Ye Fan was able to judge her outline.

This is enough to prove that the person in front of him is not a killer.

And who can know that he is Ye Fan, I am afraid it is Miyamoto, but there is no doubt about it.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

Miyamoto Tajima watched Ye Fan with a smile and said, "I didn't expect to finally catch you tonight."

"It turned out to be you, no wonder the tracker shows that I am in Hong Kong City."

Ye Fan's eyes became sharper, and then he clenched his dagger and stared at Miyamoto Tanma Shou: "How do you want to take revenge?"

"People of our Miyamoto family, no matter what we did wrong, we shouldn't let you wreak havoc."

Miyamoto Tamaru's voice was indifferent: "You have to pay the price for your actions!"

"Without further ado."

Ye Fan flicked the military dagger: "Come on!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the words fell, Miyamoto Danma Shou suddenly shot over.

His momentum was like a rainbow, his speed was like lightning, he rushed to the front in a blink of an eye, and then slashed at Ye Fan's neck.

The blade is sharp!

Ye Fan's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hands, resisting the opponent's knife.

When the weapons collided, Ye Fan's jaw was in severe pain, and he retreated again and again, with danger everywhere.

Miyamoto Tanmashou took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and his sword skills were tricky, making it difficult for Ye Fan to parry.

Ye Fan's face changed drastically.