"Your breathing is chaotic, and you know, when your mind is disturbed, it is the most dangerous time. Lin Chong gently pinched his right hand, and the piece of meat in his hand turned into minced meat.

"Human, do you know who you killed?" Edgar Allan Poe's face became extremely cold, and the black dragon beside him also stared coldly at Lin Chong and Xiaobai.

"Who?" Lin Chong raised his head slightly, letting the huge sea breeze stretch his black hair and fly, while the muscles on his wild body pulsed gently.

"Son of Phillips, you should know the Lord of the Demons. "The dark elements on Poe's hands are getting more and more violent.

"Demon Lord, oh, so what, you should think about whether you can survive or not. The pitch-black flames under Lin Chong's feet kept flowing, winding into a serpentine shape.

"Don't think you'll be able to kill me if you just got it, I already know your hole cards. "The dark element in Poe's hands took on the shape of a dragon.

The surrounding air became a little gray due to the erosion of the dark element, and a strong fishy smell kept falling, and the elven magicians around them all showed nervous looks.

"Really?" Lin Chongzuo gently grabbed the Night Scimitar, and a black mist filled again.

Rumble!

His body suddenly went short, one side of the ship's side cracked slightly, and in the next second, a pitch-black poisonous fire turned into a dragon and pounced on Edgar Allan Poe.

The Shadow Dragon and the Pitch Black Dragon collided together, and Xiaobai and the Black Dragon also began to bite, and the terrifying air currents kept venting around.

The entire ship trembled, and the magicians used their magic shields to protect their bodies.

The jet-black air currents kept circulating in mid-air, and Lin Chong's body was like a bolt of lightning, attacking around Poe's body.

And six huge black arms floated from Poe's back, resisting the attack, and the sound of the two intersecting gave people the illusion of a shock.

Edgar Allan Poe's eyes grew more and more murderous, and obscure magic spells kept being chanted, and a huge dark cloud formed in the sky, and black thunder flashed inside.

Lin Zhong also felt that there was some trouble, after Edgar Allan Poe's spirit was on guard, the spiritual stagnation power of the Night Scimitar was not so effective.

Moreover, Poe is casting an extremely terrifying magic spell at the moment, and if he is allowed to complete the spell, then there is a high probability that Lin Zhong will be killed.

"Hmph, I didn't want to use this trick, but there is no way. Lin Chong's eyes were full of strong killing intent, and dark red thunder and lightning floated on the poisonous fire on his hands.

Thunder and lightning intersected with poisonous fire, as if there was an eerie feeling that swallowed everything, and the air around him made a strange sound of snorting, and Poe's face changed slightly.

"The power of Raven and the poisonous fire combined, let's try it on you. Lin Chong's hands posed in a peculiar shape, and there were faint traces of scorched black on his hands.

This domineering force is not very simple to control.

The combination of the pitch-black poisonous fire and the dark red thunder light became extremely vicious, and a strange flame with a red color in the black formed in mid-air.

Edgar Allan Poe's face became colder and colder, and he suddenly took out a dagger and inserted it into his left eye, and the black thunder and lightning in the sky instantly exploded.

The strange singing sound sounded all around, and the whole ship seemed to fall into a strange fog.

"Death Song! Damn it! Poe is crazy!"

The elves shouted frantically, but the black thunder in the sky kept pouring down, harvesting the elves' lives, and a giant dragon formed by a mixture of dark thunder and light pounced on Lin Chong.

"Well, it's interesting power. Lin Zhong smiled.

The strange flame in his hand turned into a giant python and pounced on the thunder dragon, and at this moment, a huge dark red ball formed in mid-air, and a terrifying sound of shattering could be faintly heard.

Edgar Allan Poe's body became more and more transparent, gray wings could be faintly seen, his pupils turned bloodshot, and a demonic phantom appeared behind him.

Rumble!

A long black line struck, and Poe's body suddenly flew away, turning into a long gray line, intersecting together, and erupting into a terrifying sound.

The sea breeze grew stronger, and the screams of the elves came and went, and the scorched black marks and bright red blood plasma kept flying, as if they were in an endless hell.

"Human, you're going to struggle, you can't hurt my body at all, so let's die at my hands. A piece of flesh appeared on Poe's palm.

A tall figure was half-kneeling near the side of the ship, blood gushing from his left thigh, and his head bowed slightly, and no one could see what his expression was.

"Struggle? It's ridiculous, don't you know that you're dying?" Lin Zhong chuckled, and he suddenly looked up.

A pair of pure black pupils flashed with blood, and the scar on his left leg recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then his body suddenly became weak.

Rumble!

Poe suddenly felt a strange pain in his chest, and a sound of bones shattering sounded, and his whole body involuntarily flew upside down.

A hand burning with pitch-black flames pinched his throat and a hideous smiling face.

"Don't think that your body can be blurred, I can't catch you. Lin Chong laughed coldly, and his left hand shook suddenly.

Edgar Allan Poe felt an extremely fast spinning force from his neck, and the surroundings spun rapidly, and a feeling of suffocation spread from his neck, and finally he saw only a patch of blood.

"If it weren't for the power of the Seven Monarchs of Hell that I absorbed last time, I really wouldn't have been able to catch this guy. The poisonous fire on Lin Chong's hands dissipated.

And the thunderclouds in the sky also disappeared, and the sea ship was full of dying elven magicians, all of whom looked at Lin Zhong in horror.

"What a wretched bunch. Lin Chong smiled slightly, and found that Xiao Bai and the black dragon continued to fight.

His body was weak again, appeared behind the black dragon, and a punch hit the black dragon's neck, a bright red plasma sprayed out, and Xiao Bai suddenly bit the black dragon's neck and bit off its head.

The corpse of the black dragon and the corpse of Edgar Allan Poe lay together, and a pitch-black demonic fire was born under Lin Chong's feet, constantly burning the corpses on the ship.

And above the sea, Xudra's huge body was still floating.

Lin took a second look, his figure showed again, appeared on top of the floating corpse, and took out a blood-colored crystal nucleus from it, it seemed that the first place was already his.

"Very well, the second molt is finally about to begin. Lin Zhong clenched the blood-colored crystal nucleus.

After the sea hunt is over, he has to find a place to retreat and advance to a real second-level wizard.