Siheyuan: Forgive me!I Xu Damao is willing to support the whole hospital

Chapter 172 What happened to Tong Lihua?
Xu Damao was shocked, why did Tong Lihua become like this?

Xu Damao clearly knew that Tong Lihua's current state was in a state of confusion, and he must be unconscious.

"What's wrong with her?" Xu Damao asked Xiang Xie halfway, but he didn't see him.

"Captain Xu, since you know our secret, you can't keep you anymore. Let's have a good talk with our mistress!" Xie half of the voice was about to leave the room.

not good!This guy is plotting against me again, don't run away!

On the back of Xu Damao's neck was the back crossbow seized by Lao Zhou. He lowered his head, and a powerful crossbow shot out, piercing his half-understood calf.

At that moment, Jie Ban had already pressed a switch, and a box was suddenly snapped off, covering the night pearl.The transparent and cold light disappeared instantly.

"Woo~" Tong Lihua yelled, her neck shook, and her long hair, which was more than 3 meters long, flung it away, and in the gust of wind, it came towards Xu Damao.

Seeing that the long hair was so vicious, Xu Damao hurriedly avoided it. The long hair slammed on a table like a hammer, smashing the solid golden nanmu table to pieces!

Xu Damao turned pale with fright, and didn't care about the many treasures. He hurriedly picked up the pieces of the table and threw them at Tong Lihua thoughtlessly. Took Lihua's life!
Then he soon realized that he was thinking too much!Tong Lihua's hair was very thick, and with just a casual flick, it entangled the table legs that were out of speed, and then threw it aside with a flick of her hair, smashing a glass cabinet.

Seeing it out of the corner of his eye, Xu Damao's heart was cut like a knife!
Eight bottles of Preserved Moutai are all over!The room suddenly smelled of wine!

Tong Lihua flicked her long hair again, and the hair was flying. Xu Damao went to catch it with his palm, trying to grab the opponent's hair and take the initiative. Who would have thought that when he touched the hair, the palm of his hand would immediately hurt so much that he let go quickly, and then his own coat was thrown away. When the silk was thrown, it was cut immediately, and the cotton floated out.

Xu Damao was horrified, this hair was more powerful than he thought, like steel wires floating, almost like blades.

This is the braiding work of the past!Xu Damao had watched the movie "Shen Whip", and knew that there used to be a master named Sha Er in Jinmen, who also defeated several foreign boxing champions with his hair, but he didn't expect to meet him today.

Xu Damao was furious, half of the answer was that this old boy had no good intentions. Fortunately, the Yitian sword was in his hand. Xu Damao drew the sword out of its sheath without hesitation, as if a lightning flashed in the dark night, and instantly all the hairs that approached were caught by the Yitian sword. Cut off a bunch, and at the same time his spiritual power dropped by 50 points.

Amazing!Xu Damao gasped.

Seeing the bright Yitian sword, Tong Lihua lost her mind for a short while, she seemed to remember something, and wanted to speak, but after two or three seconds, she fell into confusion again, tossing her hair and curling towards herself.

Xu Damao tried his best to block with the Yitian sword. Her hair was three meters long, and it would not hurt her body anyway. So Xu Damao tried his best, and the sword was unstoppable. Finally, the hair of the future offender was cut off in one fell swoop. Then Xu Damao swept across with his sword, and cut Lost a lot of hair.

Tong Lihua fell into a frenzy, and waved her long hair again, causing the long hair to completely spread out, like a storm, beyond the range that the sword body could block.

These wire-saw-like strands of hair were like a net of knives, filling the space around her body, and then came towards Xu Damao like a tide. If they were wrapped, it would be tantamount to falling into a stuffing machine!
Xu Damao immediately poured spiritual energy, thinking of the sword master's blade storm in his heart, quickly swung the Yitian sword, and then turned into a tornado that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods, spinning and rushing towards Tong Lihua, colliding with the opponent's long-haired ocean like a black dragon, In a sparking collision, the opponent's hair, or the wire saw, was cut to pieces.

Yitianjian's sword energy is so sharp, but also at the cost of consuming its own spiritual power, this time it consumed a full 250 points of spiritual power!
Xu Damao has a total of 1700 points of spiritual power. Just now, he realized the gas mask and goggles, fired a few rounds of spiritual power, and has already consumed 950 points of spiritual power. Now he has consumed another 200 points, leaving only 500 points.

Xu Damao could still trigger two such blade storms, but Tong Lihua's hair was still black and thick, only less than half a meter shorter, and still as long as [-] meters!

The black hair flicked again, even worse than before, and Xu Damao spent another 250 points of spiritual power to repel it.

Xu Damao cried out inwardly, it's over, no matter what, his last chance in this life is impossible to stop Tong Lihua's blow.

But he thought that the reason why Tong Lihua was quiet just now was because that luminous pearl was very useful.But it has been covered, and it is behind Tong Lihua.

Moreover, she knew very well in her heart that Xu Damao must not be allowed to get it, and she was trying her best to protect it!

Tong Lihua roared again, this time her hair spread out again, and it filled the room around her like a cloud of black mist covering the sky and the sun, obviously wanting to wrap Xu Damao around and never give him another chance.

Xu Damao backed away, put away the Yitian sword, and quickly took out "The King of Zhou's Journey to the West".

She believed that after Tong Lihua lost his mind, he was so powerful that even the ancient tree in the painting couldn't do anything to it.

He threw out the map of King Zhou's Journey to the West, intending to suck Tong Lihua into it, but Tong Lihua's black hair trembled, trying to wrap Gutu around him in an instant.

Xu Damao was terrified, he slashed out with his sword hastily, and just barely retracted Gu Tu, which made him jump in fear.

Zhenxuan was almost taken away, then it's all over!

Xu Damao took back the "Picture of Zhou Gong's Journey to the West" dangerously and dangerously, and in the panic, the ancient bronze sword appeared inside.

A mist diffused from a small gap in the sword body, forming a mist around Xu Damao. As the mist became more and more, it continued to expand, and it seemed to sweep the entire room, and even gave birth to a faint layer of mist .

Xu Damao has never seen this kind of thing before. This thing is too strange. Why doesn't it usually emit smoke?

Seeing the ancient bronze sword, Tong Lihua woke up for a moment, immediately opened her eyes wide, backed away, and screamed:

"Qinling Sacred Tree! This is a branch of the Qinling Sacred Tree, don't come here!"

Xu Damao not only moved forward, Tong Lihua finally couldn't stand it anymore and left Ye Mingzhu's position.

Xu Damao hurried forward, pushed open the box covering it, the cold light of Ye Mingzhu appeared again, Xu Damao held it in his hand, and walked towards Tong Lihua slowly.

Tong Lihua calmed down, prostrated herself on the ground again, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Xu Damao took this opportunity to cover Tong Lihua with the ancient painting in his hand, and temporarily stored her in the ancient painting space.

Xu Damao let out a long breath, he didn't expect to meet such a difficult opponent today, he almost lost his life.

Panting for a long time, Xu Damao just wanted to check the treasures in the house, when he heard the door bang, he was kicked open by Wang Kaixuan, and forced his way in, followed by Hu Bayi and Liu Guangtian.

"So many antiques and cultural relics!" Wang Kaixuan's eyes lit up.

"Brother Xu, are you okay? I thought you were kidnapped!"

Wang Kaixuan greeted, but his eyes were already fixed on the antiques in the room, attracted like a magnet.

(End of this chapter)