The strongest sniper king

Chapter 672 Museums

Shanling newspaper industry, a secret room in the underground city.

"Thunderbolt."

There was a sound in Li An's body, multiple meridians and acupoints were opened, and true energy poured into Dantian like a tidal current.

The Dragon's Breath Dafa and the Turtle's Breath Dafa worked successively in the body, and the two true qis, one yin and one yang, circled and merged in the body.

Dragon's Breath Dafa and Turtle's Breath Dafa originally came from the same source, and the two complement each other and can compete with each other for power.

Li An punched out, and felt that the two strands of zhenqi had turned into the shape of a dragon and turtle, and their power was more than double that of a single type of zhenqi.

Invincible at the same level, Li An feels so sure.

The power of Longbian Pill is astonishing. After Li An took it, he really broke through the barrier, and his cultivation reached the first level of martial arts.

After stabilizing his cultivation, Li An deliberately asked Wu Jinsheng to try it out, and even Wu Jinsheng was very surprised that Li An's cultivation would increase so quickly.

Even though he only has the cultivation base of the first level of martial artist, his attack power is not weaker than that of the second level of martial artist.

With the increase in cultivation, Li An's Piaomiao footwork and Liuguang sword have improved again, and even the body training technique has reached a small level.

Time to move on to the next step.

Thinking in his mind, Li An found Xiao Yue again and got the crystals in the shielding box.

When the crystal is taken out, it can be sensed that the light produced by the crystal is stronger than before, as if it echoed with some kind of object.

Ang Li knew that the fortuneteller must have noticed the appearance of the crystals.

In the four directions of east, west, north, south, Li An found that when the crystal was pointing south, the light became a little stronger, and concluded that the fortuneteller was in the south.

Wu Jinsheng was driving, and Li An was sitting in the passenger seat, using the crystal as a guide to track the location of the fortune-teller.

Ali, John and others drove behind, kept their positions with Ang Lee, and used trackers to locate them for support.

There was no hindrance along the way, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the Los Angeles Museum.

At this point, the light on the crystal has reached its strongest, and it is certain that the fortune teller is hiding in the museum.

Li An hid the crystal close to his body, and said to Wu Jinsheng: "I always feel that this is a trap. I will go there first, and you will follow behind."

Wu Jinsheng nodded.

If it is really a trap, it is better for the two to act separately than to fall into the trap together.

After getting off the car, Li An looked up at the night sky, the surroundings were very quiet, and there were no pedestrians.

Action at night is also to avoid accidentally injuring innocent people and causing unnecessary trouble.

Stepping lightly, Li An moved forward like a bird.

The gate of the museum was open. As soon as Li An arrived at the gate, a baton with flashing lights smashed down on his head.

It was the security guards of the museum, there were two of them, but it seemed a little strange at this time.

Both of their faces turned blue, and their attacks were extremely sharp.

Judging from their attacking moves, they are just pure fighting techniques, not like people practicing martial arts, there are no moves at all.

The strange thing is that the attack power of the two has reached the ninth level of true energy.

Having seen people who can burn before, Li An knew that the mutation of the two must be related to the fortune-teller, and they became puppets of the fortune-teller.

Once it becomes a puppet, it is difficult to recover.

Li An didn't waste any time, he pulled out the Flowing Sword and slashed out.

The streamer flashed, and a sword slashed the baton, and the tip of the sword pierced the security guard's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Guang moved again, cutting off the neck of another security guard with a sword.

Li Ang kept running at a constant speed, and continued to run towards the depths of the museum.

"call"

A sledgehammer from the ancient century slammed at Ang Li.

Holding the hammer was a man nearly two meters tall in armor, who looked like a warrior from an ancient battlefield.

"Tom!"

Li An dodged the attack, the hammer hit the ground with a muffled sound, and a big hole was smashed into the marble floor.

Strong martial artist!
Li An was shocked. The attack power of the man in front of him had reached the first level of martial arts, and his disorderly attacks were also transformed by ordinary people.

It's hard to imagine what kind of magic the fortune-teller cast on these people, so that ordinary people can have such terrifying power in a short period of time.

However, Ang Lee believes that this power will never last long, and the side effects are extremely scary.

The Flowing Sword is a soft sword, but the big hammer weighs hundreds of catties, so it cannot resist the attack of the hammer at all.

Li An Shi Zhanling walked lightly around the enemy, and threw a palm thunder out.

"Boom!"

The palm mine was attached to the big hammer and exploded, blocking the enemy's attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li An swung the Flowing Sword and pierced the enemy's throat.

Huh?
A breath of death struck.

Instinctively, Li An used Misty Step to avoid it.

"Puff puff."

Three times in succession, three iron arrows pierced through the armor and nailed to the big man's chest.

There is one more person.

Li An noticed a person hiding in the shadow of the ceiling, and threw a throwing knife towards him.

"Ah."

With a muffled grunt, a dwarf less than one meter tall fell from the ceiling, holding a three-shot crossbow in his hand.

This guy's cultivation base is not high, but he is good at concealment.

If Li An hadn't noticed it in time, the three iron arrows just now would have killed him.

Looking back, black plasma was flowing out of the big man's body, and the arrow body was obviously poisonous.

Li An continued to go deeper, and soon came to the exhibition hall of the modern battlefield, where there were many firepower weapons and equipment on the counter.

The lights here flickered on and off, and the old lady hiding in the black robe stood under the light, leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a crystal ball in the other, smiling from Ang Li strangely.

Standing next to him was an inconspicuous man, his eyes gleamed with blue light, echoing the light from the crystal ball.

Unlike the previous enemies, this man was wearing strong clothes and was obviously a martial artist.

"Is something on you?"

The soothsayer said with a strange laugh,

"Give it to me, so you can suffer less."

"Get it yourself if you want it!" Li An didn't bother to talk nonsense, and stepped out, stabbing the fortune teller's vitals with the streamer sword in his hand.

The fortune teller stood there without moving, but the man next to him stepped out first, ignoring the streamer sword in Li An's hand, and slapped Li An with his palm.

"when."

Li An was quite surprised. The Flowing Sword, which usually cuts iron like mud, pierced the man's body at this time, as if piercing a steel plate, leaving only a shallow scar.

This guy learned horizontal kung fu, and his physical defense was no weaker than John's.

In a hurry, Li An slapped the man with his left palm.

Although Li An didn't use all his strength in this palm, even an enemy at the first level of martial arts couldn't bear it.

Unexpectedly, the man only took a small step back, but Li An himself was backed by a powerful force for several steps.

The blood in the chest was rolling, and the arms were slightly numb.

A master of the second level of martial arts!
Li An was surprised, and threw a healing pill into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)