Douluo: Take the little brother Tang San at the beginning!

No more soul power?what to do?An Dong has always thought that the weakness of the Death Scythe is close combat. After all, An Dong has been using this weapon for some time. The handle of the Death Scythe is two meters long, and the blade reaches a terrifying 1.5 meters.

But only then did An Dong understand that the weakness of Death's Scythe was not close proximity, because according to the old man's sword skills, it could not penetrate the body at all.Even if he uses the sixth soul skill to blend into the opponent's shadow, he can't do it. After all, the old man's movement is too weird.

what to do?An Dong was panicked.

"Don't you still have a transformation trick that you haven't used yet?"

An Dong was startled, and then he knew that the Death Scythe had been following him for many years, and his secret was no longer a secret.

"If I transform, I will probably lose my mind."

"Are you afraid of accidentally hurting me?" The old man stroked his beard and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

An Dong didn't know how to answer for a moment, so the old man spoke: "Don't worry, I am the soul of the Death Scythe. As long as the Death Scythe is not broken, I will live forever."

"Eternal life? Well, be careful." An Dong held the sickle in his hand and began to accumulate power.

Without soul power, transforming into a demon is the best way.

After all, in the demonic state, one cannot use soul skills.And now An Dong can already control his transformation state very well.

I saw that An Dong's skin gradually darkened and his height became more than two meters.With majestic momentum, he rushed towards the old man.The wings on his back flap, and his speed is incomparable even to agility type Contras.

The two sickles collided, making a buzzing sound.Without any skills, An Dong just relied on the tyrannical power of his transformed state to fight head-on.In an instant, fire burst out.

The old man didn't fight back, he just kept defending, once, twice, ten times, a hundred times.

At first, An Dong became more and more courageous as he fought. After more than a hundred collisions, An Dong began to run out of energy.

In the end, An Dong felt like he couldn't even lift the death sickle in his hand.

After the "touch" blow, An Dong, who turned into a demon, knelt weakly on the ground, gasping for air.

"Is this the end? You're too weak. You still want to become a titled Douluo? You still want to defeat Tang San? You still want to resurrect Lychee? It's just a daydream."

"It's not over yet." An Dong, who turned into a demon, made a hoarse voice and rushed forward again.

He was seen speeding up, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him, until the light shone in the hall.

The old man used the Death Scythe with one hand and kept resisting.

"The sword of the gods." An Dong shouted and swung his sword. This sword, with a strange angle, caught him off guard.It is the time when the old man's new strength bursts out and his old strength is not renewed.

"Touch." The sickle slashed hard, and the old man retreated as fast as a flash, barely escaping An Dong's blow.

"A good shot, but unfortunately, it didn't hit."

An Dong knelt on the ground weakly at this time, raised his head, looked at the old man, and smiled: "Really? Maybe."

Bang, An Dong fell to the ground, unable to get up anymore.

The old man looked at An Dong on the ground with admiration and couldn't help stroking his beard. When he was halfway through stroking, he suddenly froze.

He lowered his head and raised his beard.Suddenly, he smiled: "Good boy, not bad, not bad."

It turned out that An Dong's final blow neatly cut off half of the old man's beard.

In any case, when he was in the lake, the old man gave him the Death Scythe, which enabled him to achieve what he is today. Although the old man was immortal, how could Andong bear to hurt the old man?

Seeing that the battle was over, Ye Pingping hurriedly prepared to treat An Dong.

The old man waved his hand and stopped Ye Pingping.

In Ye Pingping's surprised eyes, the old man pulled out the death sickle and used the tip of the knife to pierce An Dong's heart fiercely.

"No." Ye Pingping shouted in panic and was about to go up and fight the old man.

"Don't worry, I only have sense. If not, how could he get the Death Scythe, which is my inheritance? After today, An Dong will be promoted to Contra and become my new master.

I saw a wave rising from the sickle, and gray-white smoke continued to pour into An Dong's body.That majestic aura is intimidating.Just the death energy seeping out made Ye Pingping feel palpitated, and her life seemed to be constantly draining away.

Of course, this is also due to Ye Pingping being a healing soul master, possessing the Begonia Domain and a god-given soul ring.

If you are an ordinary soul master, you will die suddenly if you are below level 30. If you are below level 50, your aging will be accelerated. Even if you are at level 70 or 80, you will probably lose some of your vitality.

In An Dong's demonic state, the soul ring did not appear outside, but rose automatically, 5 black, 2 red, dazzling. Gradually, the eighth soul ring rose. It was a red-gold ring similar to Yu Ye Pingping's. God-given soul ring.Among the many soul rings, it looks so dazzling.

Five ten-thousand-year soul rings, two 10-year soul rings, and one god-given soul ring.Let's not talk about strength. In terms of this soul ring ratio alone, who in the entire Douluo Continent can match it now?

Don't forget, the life of Andong's soul ring can be upgraded, even if it is a god-given soul ring.In time, if Andong really upgrades all the soul rings to 10 years, what a terrifying existence it will be.

The huge hall became quiet.The old man just kept standing next to An Dong, his figure gradually becoming illusory and becoming thinner and thinner.He smiled and raised his head to look at the top of the hall, where a huge demon was painted, looking down at everything in the hall.

The old man spoke: "Are you satisfied with this person?"

I don’t know who the old man was talking to. There was no answer. Only the old man’s echo echoed in the empty hall for a long time.

Gradually, the old man disappeared, and with him disappeared the death sickle in the old man's hand.

The one in An Dong's hand emits a dark gray light, which is filled with gloom and terror.It has an unpredictable atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, An Dong woke up and opened his eyes. An Dong looked at Ye Pingping and asked, "Where is the old man? Have I passed the test?"

Suddenly a voice echoed in the main hall. It was the voice of the old man: "I am here, within this Death Scythe. I am tired and need to rest. Leave here and go find the Flower of Death. If you get it, you will be fine." Lychee can be resurrected."

"But, my level hasn't reached Titled Douluo yet?"

"Do you think an ordinary titled Douluo can still be your opponent?"

Hearing the old man's voice, An Dong smiled. During this time, he rarely smiled from his heart, but this time, it was different.There is finally hope for Lychee's resurrection.

The flower that kills you? Wuhun Palace, here I come.Retrieve Lychee's body, get the deadly flower, and resurrect Lychee.Wuhundian, it’s time to pay back everything you owe me.