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

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"Unexpectedly, you just discovered the treasure just after digging out two tomb chambers."

"I really regretted it at the time, why didn't I wait a little longer, wait until you and that girl died outside before doing it."

He looked at Ye Fan with a playful smile: "But no matter what, I want everything in this cemetery!"

"You want something from the cemetery, I want your life!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan uttered a sentence.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan rushed towards the man in red like a cheetah.

"act recklessly!"

The man in red looked cold: "Since we are going to die, let's die together!"

Then, he rushed towards Ye Fan.

The two clashed instantly!

Ye Fan's Fish Intestine Sword swept across it, but it missed nothing.

The man in red disappeared.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, and then he straightened his body, rushed into the wall on the other side, and pointed his finger.

"Ding!"

The fish gut sword hole went through.

But still no damage to the target.

The man in red stood in front of Ye Fan strangely.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan just wanted to withdraw his dagger to defend, but found that the man in red suddenly bumped over and knocked him over like a tank.

A tyrannical force came, and Ye Fan almost fell out.

The man in red struck while the iron was hot, stabbing out in a row with the dagger in his right hand.

"Dangdangdang!"

Ye Fan hurriedly swung the Yuchang Sword to block, but soon his face changed drastically, because he was no match for the man in red at all.

The man in red blocked his attacking route with a knife.

He retreated while resisting, and then retreated into another narrow corridor.

The corridor is pitch-black, and it is difficult to see five fingers when reaching out.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan instinctively moved to the inside.

He smelled something dangerous.

"Whoosh-"

Just as Ye Fan rushed into the past, a cold light flashed behind him.

Ye Fan's face couldn't stop changing dramatically.

Yuchangjian blocked it behind.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, Ye Fan's jaw shook violently, his wrists became numb, and the Yuchang Sword almost dropped from his hand.

His body swayed and fell forward.

He couldn't help but look down and found a sharp arrow in his abdomen.

He underestimated the blood corpse slave.

He originally thought that holding the Yuchang Sword, he should be able to suppress this guy, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.

The Blood Corpse Slave obviously also noticed Ye Fan's weak state.

With a smirk, he kicked his feet suddenly, and jumped over Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan reacted quickly and raised the fish intestine sword, and slashed at the blood corpse slave's neck.

The figure of the blood corpse slave twisted to avoid it, and at the same time, his left hand suddenly reached out, grasped the fish intestine sword, and then yanked it violently.

He wanted to break the Yuchang sword abruptly.

It's just that the Fish Intestine Sword is too heavy, no matter how the Blood Corpse Slave exerts its power, it will remain motionless without any damage.

On the other hand, the Blood Corpse Slave had a lot of blood flowing from his left arm, and a morbid blush appeared on his cheek.

The blood corpse slave frowned slightly.

Ye Fan took the opportunity to shoot forward and raised his left hand.

Dozens of silver needles burst out.

The blood corpse slave raised his eyelids, turned his backhand, and swept the dagger.

With a bang, three silver needles fell to the ground, while the other six were nailed to the stone slab.

There was a clear sound of metal collisions, and the blood corpse slave staggered.

"Whoosh-"

Before the Blood Corpse Slave could stabilize his body, Ye Fan approached him again, with an extra Tang knife in his hand.

He roared: "Death!"

The blood corpse slave yelled: "You are fighting with me like this, you are simply sending yourself to death..."

"Crack-"

It's just that before the words fell, his face turned into fear.

Chapter 758 Psychedelic poison, poison of threat

Ye Fan mercilessly made the strongest strike.

The blood corpse slave felt the threat of death, and subconsciously dodged a few meters away.

But although he was fast, he was still a beat slower, and his left arm was cut by Tang Dao.

Ye Fan was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill the enemy, but felt dizzy in his head.

"boom!"

Ye Fan snorted and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Boy, you lost!"

The blood corpse slave laughed grimly: "You are poisoned!"

Ye Fan trembled when he heard the words, looked down, and saw two tiny poisonous needles in his abdomen.

He yelled, damn it.

Although these poisonous needles are small, they contain a black light, and when Ye Fan touches them, the tentacles are cold.

Obviously Quenching is highly poisonous.

He struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "What kind of poison is this?"

"The sap of datura flowers!"

Blood Corpse Slave said coldly: "It not only has a psychedelic effect, but it can also disrupt the human spirit and blood."

Ye Fan shouted: "Why is it stored here?"

"I don't know how this herb is here, maybe the owner of the cemetery knows how to use it."

Blood Corpse Slave's tone was gloomy: "I guess, this cemetery is a grave she specially set up for herself."

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, pulled out two poisonous needles from his stomach, and then slashed at the blood corpse slave again.

"call--"

The sharp edge of the blade strikes like a horse.

The blood corpse slave narrowed his eyes, and his left hand shook with lightning.

With a chirping sound, Ye Fan's Yuchang Sword deviated from its position.

The Yuchang sword brushed past the opponent's ear.

There was a thin bloodstain on the earlobe.

The blood corpse slave's eyelids twitched, as if he didn't expect Ye Fan to hurt him, but he didn't stop, and continued to punch Ye Fan.

Ye Fan instinctively dodged.

It's just that as soon as he lifted his legs, he felt his legs were sore and stiff.

Just as this thought flashed by, Blood Corpse Slave's fist came again, and a fierce punch came.

Ye Fan tried his best to dodge, but was still hit by the opponent until he vomited blood and fell to the ground with three broken ribs.

His mouth was bleeding.

The blood corpse slave came up and stared at Ye Fan condescendingly: "Do you still want to fight?"

"beat!"

Ye Fan exhaled a puff of smoke and struggled to get up.

The blood corpse slave slapped it out.

Ye Fan fell and flew out with a snap, bleeding from his mouth and nose, in great pain.

"No matter what kind of toxin it is, it must be harmful to the body, otherwise the owner of the tomb would have used it to control you."

The Blood Corpse Slave approached slowly with a bloody samurai sword: "You won't last long..."

"You're right, I was indeed poisoned!"

Ye Fan coughed, then smiled: "But so what? Tonight is destined to be your end."

"Don't think that I can be bullied if I can't hold a weapon."

"Tell you, I still haven't used my hole cards..."

After speaking, he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Blood Corpse Slave's eyelids twitched: "Why are you taking drugs? You want to die?"

Ye Fan laughed and said, "You'll know soon..."

"boom!"

At this moment, Ye Fan shot out suddenly and grabbed the blood corpse slave by the neck.

With a loud noise, the body of the blood corpse slave was immediately overturned by Ye Fan.

Then Ye Fan bounced up and kicked again, directly grabbing the blood corpse slave's chest.

"boom!"

With this kick, the Blood Corpse Slave was kicked seven or eight meters away, hitting a stone wall before stopping.

The blood corpse slave held his chest and gasped, then looked at Ye Fan and laughed loudly: "Boy, I admit, you are better than me!"

"But even if you take drugs, you can't change the ending!"

"The antidote to my Datura toxin is not only a highly poisonous pollen, but also mixed with a rare wonder in the world."

"Once it is mixed with other poisonous or floral fragrances, not only will the effect be doubled, but it will also cause hallucinations."

The blood corpse slave's smile became ferocious: "If you don't take the antidote, even if your kung fu is world-class, you will become my plaything sooner or later."

Ye Fan said indifferently: "Do you really think that you are sure to win?"

"boom!"

The atmosphere of the ancient tomb suddenly became strange.