Douluo: Begin As Bibi Dong’s Righteous Son

Hearing Bi Zihan's words, the middle-aged man could not help frowning slightly, and said, "I am the dean of Notting College, you are sneaking around in my Notting College, I will chase after the students for the safety of the students. Come out with you, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong. It's a good thing to be very concerned about the students of your own academy and ensure their safety. But you should first estimate the strength of the two sides, and then consider whether you should catch up. This is a correct The choice." Bi Zihan smiled and released his second martial spirit: Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Although the Rakshasa Demon Scythe currently does not have a soul ring attached, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe has the power of evil, which not only attacks tyrannical, but also attacks very strangely.

In terms of attack alone, even the twelve-winged fallen angel is inferior to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. But the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel is more comprehensive and has no obvious shortcomings, while the Rakshasa Demon Scythe just attacks tyrannically and in a strange way. In other respects, it cannot be compared with the Twelve-Winged Angel.

As the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in Bi Zihan's hand, Bi Zihan's body gradually emitted evil energy, and the blood in his body gradually throbbed.

"You don't have a soul ring, you'd better go back to Nuoding College with me to clarify the matter, and then leave!" The middle-aged man looked at Bi Zihan, who didn't have a soul ring, and could not help but let his guard down.

The fourth spirit ring under the middle-aged man's feet suddenly lit up, the wings of the spirit behind him flapped, and countless feathers flew out from the wings of the spirit, heading straight for Bi Zihan.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Falcon Feather!"

Bi Zihan looked at the incoming feather, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe spun in his hand, and a huge purple sickle light blade flew out from the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to meet the incoming feather.

The light blade of the sickle and the feather collided together, and a scene that shocked the middle-aged man appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

At the moment when the light blade and the feather collided, the countless feathers began to melt away quickly like ice and snow. After the feather disappeared, the light blade landed directly in front of the middle-aged man, making a deep mark in front of him.

"I said it just now, you should first estimate the strength of the two sides, but you don't seem to have listened!" When Bi Zihan was talking, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand let go, towards the middle-aged man. And go.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in mid-air turned into nine huge sickles, spinning and attacking the middle-aged man from different directions. And Bi Zihan also stood there, watching quietly.

These nine sickles are all controlled by his mind, so as long as he stands on the spot, he can accurately control each sickle, and he can't go wrong at all.

The middle-aged man looked at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe attacking from different directions, and his movements were not slow at all. The wings on his back fluttered, and the figure flew directly into the air, quickly dodging and blocking the nine-handed sickle.

But as soon as his hand touched the huge sickle, it was cut into a long wound by the sickle. The power of evil in the sickle entered the middle-aged man's body along the wound and where it touched. , eroding his soul power, and the power of evil has disturbed his spiritual consciousness.

The middle-aged man felt that his spiritual sea seemed to have been hit hard by an evil force, which made his spirit a little dazed. And in this moment of trance, the rest of the eight sickles also slashed across his body one after another.

The bright red blood flowed out of his body, and the sea of ​​​​spirit was continuously hit by the power of evil, causing his body to fall heavily to the ground from mid-air.

The nine-handed sickle attacked the middle-aged man without any pause. But the middle-aged man has not yet woken up from the trance state, and he is simply unable to dodge and resist the attacking huge sickle.

Just as the nine huge sickles were about to hit the middle-aged man's body, the sickle suddenly stopped in front of the middle-aged man and turned back toward Bi Zihan. The nine-handed scythe in mid-air reconstituted the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, which was held in Bi Zihan's hand.

"The next time you are chasing someone, remember to estimate the strength of the two sides, and consider whether to chase after them, so as not to chase them to death in vain." Bi Zihan withdrew his martial arts, glanced at the middle-aged man, and turned to leave.

After a while, the middle-aged talent woke up from the trance state, glanced around, and began to check his injuries.

After realizing that he was only slightly injured, he involuntarily reached out and wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, "What a strange spirit, what kind of spirit is this, how come I've never seen it before? I haven't heard of it. The martial spirit inherited from that sect and family is a sickle."

"Forget it, let's go back to the academy first. When the time comes, go and ask Xiaogang. He should know what martial spirit it is. I hope nothing happens in the academy."

The middle-aged man stood up from the ground and turned around and walked towards Notting City. As for chasing in Bi Zihan's direction, he thought he had no such idea at all.

Even if he could catch up, he wouldn't be able to beat him. If Bi Zihan hadn't stopped in time just now, he would be a corpse now.

...

Bi Zihan was outside Notting City, and after a circle, he threw away the mask on his face and walked towards the Hall of Wuhunzi.

After returning to Wuhunzi Hall, Bi Zihan saw Bibi Dong sitting expressionlessly in the hall, looking in the direction of the door.

Looking at Bibi Dong, Bi Zihan immediately walked up to Bibi Dong, showing a well-behaved look, and said, "Mom, it's so late, why are you sitting alone in the hall?"

At the same time, he secretly guessed in his heart, did Bibi Dong know about his lesson on Yu Xiaogang? It shouldn't be, I just got it, and I was wearing a mask. When I started, I carefully checked the surroundings, and there was no other person at all.

And just to be on the safe side, I didn't even use the first martial spirit. Except for Bibi Dong, no one knew that he was a twin martial spirit, unless Bibi Dong witnessed it with his own eyes. Otherwise, no one should be able to guess himself.

"You also know that it's very late, so I ran out without even saying hello and didn't come back until now. I sent someone to look for you in Notting City, but I couldn't find you. Do you think that you have that little strength? Then you can roam on the mainland." Bibi Dong looked at the well-behaved Bizhan, and the anger in his heart disappeared.

"Mom, I just wandered outside of Notting City, and my strength is not weak. People at the soul king level may not be able to beat me." Bi Zihan listened to Bibi Dong's words, secretly in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't about Yu Xiaogang being exposed, anything could be said.