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

Ye Fan said indifferently: "Tell me, how to get out?"

The hunk in black bit his lip and snorted, "Unless Tang Ruoxue comes to exchange hostages in person, or you beat us to death one by one.".br>

"I don't know where she is, and I don't want to look for her, so just tell me how to get out!"

Ye Fan unceremoniously hit their beliefs.

The hunk in black snorted coldly: "Don't even think about it!"

"Crack!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan flicked his finger, and an embroidery needle pierced his throat.

When the embroidery needle pierced the throat, it trembled a few times, as if it was about to break free and jump out.

"Wow!"

In the next second, the hunk in black rolled over twice while clutching his throat.

His eyes protruded, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, like a poisonous snake dying.

Afterwards, he fell straight to the ground, never breathing again.

Seeing this, the other three people shuddered, subconsciously retreating a few meters back, as if they didn't expect Ye Fan to be so fierce.

They never expected that Ye Fan would kill people as soon as he said they would, and he would be so straightforward.

"Quickly tell me how to leave this ancient tomb."

Ye Fan looked at the three of them: "Otherwise, you will be the next person I die."

"Don't even think about it!"

A young man with braids roared: "I would rather die than tell you the way out!"

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he flicked the Yuchang sword directly, and a cold glow disappeared in a flash.

A blood hole suddenly appeared in the throat of the young man with braids.

His pupils dilated instantly, and an expression of incomparable pain appeared on his face.

"Clap!"

He fell to the ground with a dazed expression, and he couldn't believe it before he died, Ye Fan really dared to kill him.

Seeing this, the other two shouted subconsciously: "You dare to kill, we will fight with you!"

"kill!"

After they finished speaking, they roared and swung their samurai swords at Ye Fan's head.

Ye Fan kicked the two of them away with a side kick.

The two groaned and fell to the ground, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Ye Fan grabbed one person's neck and twisted it.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the head of the braided young man was shattered, blood spurted out, and he died instantly.

"boom!"

Ye Fan didn't waste any time, smashing the forehead of one of his companions with one punch.

He seized the opponent's samurai sword.

The blade is black and shiny, as thin as a cicada's wing, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"Kill him, he is too dangerous!"

The companion of the young man with braids came to his senses, pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger on Ye Fan, and shouted to his companion:

"We must kill him!"

Flames spewed from the muzzles of the three black lacquered guns.

"Bang bang bang!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Ye Fan fired a series of shots, and three bullets pierced through the eyebrows of the two of them.

The two fell to the ground with a scream.

The last person was about to take out his short gun and shoot, but Ye Fan had already jumped on him.

Knife light flashed!

"what--"

The opponent screamed and fell to the ground clutching his throat.

Ye Fan didn't stop, holding the blood-stained long sword, and continued to move forward.

Chapter 849 Xuanming swordsmanship has a special meaning

But as soon as he reached the entrance of the corridor, Ye Fan saw a pile of corpses lying here and there.

All of them had their throats cut by the Fish Intestine Sword and lost their vitality.

Ye Fan frowned: "Tang Sect disciples are so awesome?"

The bodyguards of the Tang family were ordinary thugs, but their lethality was still astonishing. No wonder Tang Pingfan asked them to guard the Tang family's ancestral grave.

Ye Fan quickly pushed the coffin away to check.

A body was found to be Tang Shi'er.

He had already closed his eyes and died, with no way out, and no last words, as if he had expected this kind of ending long ago.

"This old fox is ruthless."

Ye Fan sighed, and then dragged his body back to lay it down.

Soon, Ye Fan came to the deepest part, and a large coffin appeared in sight.

Inside lay a white bone.

The bones are skinny, and there are still traces of life, lifelike.

Not only is he lifelike, but he also exudes a majesty.

But before Ye Fan could take a closer look, there was a rumbling sound.

The coffin panels were slowly opened one by one, and then corpses stood in the coffins.

They are old and young, but each pair is skinny, with sunken eye sockets, and looks oozing.

"What are these things?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Ye Fan was empty, and a figure rushed out like a shell.

It slapped Ye Fan's back!

"Hoohoo!"

A gust of wind is howling!

"not good--"

Ye Fan secretly called it bad.

He didn't expect that someone was hiding nearby, and he was almost attacked by the other party.

It was too late for Ye Fan to dodge, so he turned around and blocked with both arms.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Ye Fan stepped back a few steps, his tiger's mouth tingling violently.

His palms were also bruised. Obviously, the opponent's skill is not weak, but it's not enough to compete with Ye Fan.

"Whoosh!"

With one palm, the man didn't care about fighting at all, he turned around and ran away. ,

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from Ye Fan's eyes.

Ye Fan swept the corpses in the coffin and found that they were twelve young girls, each with beautiful faces.

It's a pity that all of them were expressionless and lifeless.

Moreover, many ropes were wrapped around their bodies, preventing them from moving around freely.

"Damn, it's really weird!"

Ye Fan's face changed slightly: "Could it be that these people are the Tang Sect disciples?"

He originally thought that Tang Shi'er sent someone to kill him, so he beheaded the braided young man with a sword, forcing the remaining two to open the secret way.

Just seeing the corpse and the rope, Ye Fan judged that these were not Tangmen disciples.

Because after Tangmen's nephew died, he would definitely be buried in a coffin.

After all, they are the future pillars of the Tang Sect, how could they be so violent in the wilderness?

Therefore, Ye Fan is more willing to believe that these ancient book secrets are hidden under the coffin.

Without hesitation, Ye Fan kicked his right leg, knelt on the ground with a plop, and slashed at the coffin lid.

With a crash, a piece of rust shattered, and a gap was cut in the coffin lid.

Afterwards, Ye Fan removed the coffin lid.

Inside were a scroll and a booklet.

On the cover of the booklet are written the six characters "Xuan Ming Sword Art".

Ye Fan stretched out his hand to take it, and then flipped through a few pages, his eyes flickering solemnly.

This is a set of sword skills in the early days of the Yellow Realm.

"Yellow realm?"

Ye Fan whispered: "Could it be that Tang Shi'er has cultivated to the high level of the Yellow Realm?"

"This is not the main thing, the main thing is that this sword technique is the Tang Sect's most important treasure - "Xuanming Sword Art"..."

Ye Fan stared at the booklet, and opened a few pages that indeed recorded the secrets of swordsmanship.

Although it was just a few brief introductions, it was of great help to Ye Fan.

He couldn't help getting excited, he was lucky tonight, picking up a corpse randomly, unexpectedly there is such a powerful sword manual.

If he succeeds, he will probably be able to advance to the middle level of the Yellow Realm.

Ye Fan suppressed his joy, and planned to study for a few days first, so as not to get mad or get damaged if he practiced wrongly.

At this time, a sharp whistle was suddenly heard.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan saw hundreds of Tang Sect disciples pouring into the tomb.

While roaring, they followed Ye Fan's trail.

Ye Fan's face changed, he didn't expect the disciples of the Tang Sect to be so tyrannical.

And watching their actions, he knew that these people were well-trained killers, and they were probably the top elites of the Tang Sect.

Ye Fan didn't confront them head-on, and immediately rushed to the exit of the corridor.

He looked out with a flashlight and found that there was a patrol team at the exit, armed with firearms and heavily guarded.

Ye Fan immediately slid away against the wall, quietly walked through several corridors, and got into a remote tomb.

The tomb is very narrow, it can only accommodate about five meters, and it is also full of messy items. You can tell how long it has been abandoned.

Ye Fan glanced around and saw nothing unusual, so he picked up an old note and sniffed it.

The aroma is stimulating and sweet.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat: Not good!