Lin Chen was completely indifferent to the black dragon's incessant abuse, and only insisted on one theory, no matter what you said, he wouldn't let you get close anyway.

As the saying goes, one inch is long, one inch is strong, one inch is short, and one inch is dangerous.

Holding a weapon to make a move, the more important is that the longer your weapon, the wider the hitting range, the opposite weapon can't hit you, and your weapon can already hurt the opponent, and the long weapon is generally more lethal, this is the so-called one inch long, one inch strong.

On the contrary, the shorter your weapon, the more flexible it will be, and with a swing of a long weapon, you can hit three or four times, and the shorter the weapon, the stronger the concealment, and the easier it is to attack the opponent's vital points, which is the so-called one inch short, one inch dangerous.

Lin Chen used a spear, while the black dragon used a dagger, and the black dragon itself was much stronger than Lin Chen, so Lin Chen didn't dare to let the black dragon get close. Once he got close, Lin Chen's spear had no room to be used, and he could only be beaten passively. Pull away, and the black dragon's dagger will not work. Therefore, Lin Chen chose to use the way that the black dragon's arm was injured and his mobility was inconvenient to drag and fight.

The black dragon has been dragged by Lin Chen to the point of annoyance, he can see that he can't wait for the help of the black envoy for a while, and he can't even take a little scholar, he can be said to have lost face, but there is no way, who knows that he will meet such a shameless man who has been releasing cold arrows while escaping.

The black dragon turned into a snake shape again, and quickly chased after Lin Chen, and when Lin Chen turned around, the black dragon suddenly opened its snake mouth and spit out a cloud of green mist.

As soon as Lin Chen turned around, he saw a cloud of green smoke rushing towards him. But at this time, Lin Chen had already risen into the air, and there was nowhere to borrow his strength, and he couldn't avoid the area shrouded in the mist, so he could only take a deep breath and hold it back, while the spear in his hand stabbed in the direction where the green smoke was coming.

This time, Lin Chen didn't dare to throw the spear out, but held it in his hand, because he subconsciously felt that in this fog, he still had a weapon in his hand to feel safe.

After landing, Lin Chen just wanted to get out of the fog range, but in the next second, he only felt a little dizzy in his head, and then a huge force came from the end of the gun. Lin Chen was pulled and staggered, and before he could grasp it steadily, the spear was snatched away.

Lin Chen only felt a pain in his shoulder, and the water god's angry spear had already penetrated deep into his left shoulder.

Silky, two voices that made Lin Chen frightened came from the mist.

"Boy, you forced me to do this, but I have been hiding this poison for a long time, do you think that it will be fine if you hold your breath? The black dragon ghost smiled and slowly stepped forward.

Lin Chen, on the other hand, held the barrel of the gun with his left hand and covered his chest with his right hand, shaking.

"Why, do you feel that your chest is very stuffy and your head is very heavy?" the black dragon pressed the dragon's teeth against the barrel of the water god's angry spear, and gently rubbed it forward, making a squeaky sound, as if enjoying the pleasure before the killing.

The dragon's tooth dagger rubbed the barrel of the gun all the way, reaching Lin Chen's left shoulder forward, and then slowly gliding, the tip of the knife reaching Lin Chen's heart.

"Waste my poisonous mist and cause me to use this self-destructive trick, and you will die a well-deserved death, boy. After speaking, the black dragon's wrist flipped, and the dagger was about to stab into Lin Chen's heart.

The black dragon's wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and then, a cold light rushed towards the black dragon's neck.

The black dragon subconsciously used his arms to block, but his right hand was held by him, and his left hand held the wrist behind Hanmang in a burst of severe pain, but due to the injury of his arm, he couldn't exert his strength and couldn't resist Hanmang's attack.

Poof! The cold light entered his body, and the black dragon's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you die under the wrath of the water god, this evil dagger, although it's just a piece of garbage, but it's much more practical than your broken dragon teeth. Lin Chen's weak voice came.

"Woo woo woo ......" the black dragon purred in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a whining sound.

"Do you want to ask me why I wasn't poisoned? My evil dagger specializes in destroying delusion, and you are just hallucinogenic snake venom, forget it. After speaking, Lin Chen wanted to wipe off the black dragon's neck, and then retreated, but his body was weak for a while, and he couldn't exert his strength.

Suddenly, Lin Chen felt a burst of scorching heat coming from his right hand, this feeling was somewhat familiar, and Lin Chen immediately thought that this was the evil dagger that began to feed back. However, last time, the dagger sucked its own blood and fed back, and this time it ......

Thinking of this, Lin Chen resisted for a while, this sucked the blood of the snake demon and fed himself, no matter how he thought about it, it was a little disgusting. Lin Chen wanted to let go of his right hand, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

And the black dragon was already extremely weak at this time, and at the same time terrified to the extreme, before he entered the ghost prison, how many people he had killed with a dagger, but he had never seen a knife into his neck without seeing blood. And he can clearly feel it now, the qi and blood all over his body are surging and draining towards the wound.

It turns out that when you die, your mind can still think and recall...... One by one, screams, pillars of blood, this is the last picture in the black dragon's mind before he dies.

The evil dagger was finally pulled out of the black dragon's body, and the dagger was thrown to the side, Lin Chen took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and pulled the water god fury out of his shoulder.

Lin Chen sat down on the ground, feeling the qi and blood tumbling in his body, as if he was about to break out.

"It's a good thing, it's just a little evil, this evil meteorite is worthy of being an evil thing, the most evil thing. The little blind man was amazed.

But Lin Chen couldn't hear the little blind man's voice at this time, he had already entered a mysterious realm, up and down his body, as if every pore was breathing. But in an instant, his body suddenly swelled again, as if it was about to be broken, and beads of sweat the size of beans immediately covered Lin Chen's whole body.

So repeatedly, Lin Chen is like a balloon, inflated for a while, deflated for a while, miserable, frowning, and clenching teeth.

Finally, this feeling slowly dissipated, Lin Chen's breathing gradually calmed down, and the color of pain was also soothed.

In the prison of no regrets, Yang Ping was already anxious, he noticed the rocket flying in the air just now, but the rocket did not reach his place, it fell, according to the plan, the archer should continue to shoot arrows, but this has been a while, why haven't there been any movement?

Yang Ping and these people are here to disturb the trolls from the rear, the timing is very important, if you start to attack, it will not work at all, and the troll army can fight on two fronts. If you wait for the front line to be pushed back, then you are fighting on a single front here, and if you die, forget it, and all the opportunities you finally get over will be wasted. So now is the right time.

But now there is no crucial introduction - fire. Knowing that he should have brought out the goddess's fire fold, Yang Ping secretly regretted in his heart, in a hurry, he still didn't do a good job, and pinned his hopes on an archer, it was too risky.

Du Xian closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, there was no choice but to bite the bullet, as for Yang Ping, he could only resign himself to fate. Du Xian opened his eyes, and with an order, dozens of people poured in from the entrance again, all of them holding thin iron chains in their hands, and at the end of the chain was a ball, which had just been lit and had begun to emit black smoke.

"Throw!" Du Xian shouted.

Dozens of people in groups of ten, waving the iron chain ball in their hands, rushed forward, and when they were about to reach the battle line, the iron chain ball in their hands came out of their hands and flew into the rear troll battle array.

The troll battle array was in chaos, and the battle line retreated again, while the ghosts holding the chain balls stepped forward again and threw the chain balls forward.

"Kill!" The entrance poured in more armies of ghosts, filling up the expanded battle circle.

Du Xian's eyes were about to pop out, and at this time he could no longer see the scene behind the troll army. But he could imagine that the trolls in the rear would inevitably retreat after seeing the smoke, and if there were trolls in the front line who retreated in the chaos, what would happen if they saw the ghosts led by Yang Ping who were surrounded in the rear. Fighting trolls without the aid of fire, smoke, etc., is to fill with lives.

At this time, Du Xian was very conflicted in his heart, hoping that Yang Ping and others could block the trolls from retreating, and then attack back and forth to eliminate the troll army, and also hoped that Yang Ping could see that the situation was not good, and lead the ghosts to retreat into the prison of no regrets in time to save his life.