I'm not a theatre god

[Iron Fist of Justice] is a skill of ordinary civilian Wen Shilin. It has nothing to do with Shinto. It is normal to use it... and the next three are skills from Chen Yan's twisted Shinto.

The skills of distorting Shintoism have not been affected by the aura of Jiangtian Sect, including the false appearance created by Chen Ling using [Shadowless], which is still completely covered on his face.

Even Chen Ling himself didn't expect this. It stands to reason that twisted Shinto can be regarded as Shinto... Could it be that this Shinto is too twisted?

The face of the Jiangtian cultist was extremely ugly. He didn't know who Chen Ling was, but so far, he had never heard of any Shinto that could resist their aura. I feel embarrassed in front of all the archbishops.

But now is no longer the time to dwell on the reasons. The last Jiangtian cultist sent to perform a suicide ritual in this area has failed. The two of them came here just to fill the gap in this area... Now Chen Ling is blocking him. In front of him, he had no choice but to rush forward.

The good news is that the skill Chen Ling used just now does not seem to be an attack type. It can only exchange the items on both sides. Now his hands are empty, and Chen Ling's hands are also empty. He has no chance of winning!

Seeing the naked figure in red robe flying past the ground at an alarming speed, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly;

The three skills [Shadowless], [Scarlet Magic], and [Fateweaving] are indeed not very powerful in a frontal battlefield. If he really has to go head-to-head, he may not be the opponent of the primitive Jiangtian Cult...

However, in addition to twisting Shinto, he is not without other means.

When the Jiangtian cultist rushed to him, Chen Ling's blood-stained lips opened slightly, and a word exploded from the tip of his tongue like spring thunder!

"--【Certainly】!"

The moment this word rang out, it was like nine thunders buzzing in the ears of the rushing Jiangtian cultivators. It seemed to contain some kind of magic power. His body, which was still in control, suddenly stopped in mid-air for a moment!

This brief pause caused his body to completely lose balance. After knocking over a nearby shelf, he stumbled towards Chen Ling.

At the same time, Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes...

…

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the Xi Dao Guzang, and back to the wave trial set by his senior brother.

The black rocks were trampled under his feet, and the blood-stained opera robes fluttered in the splashing waves. At the intersection of the sea and the sky in the distance, a huge wave rolled in with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth!

The words of Second Senior Sister Luan Mei rang in his ears:

"...Unfortunately, the sense of belief is still not enough."

"Although my junior brother can sing, he hasn't been exposed to opera for a long time, and he doesn't know much about Mu Guiying in the play... It's impossible to resonate with Mu Guiying at this level."

Chen Ling once tried to sing the lyrics and broke through the huge waves with a flick of her sleeves, but was eventually swept into the bottom of the sea and ended up in an embarrassing situation.

At that time, he really couldn't feel any resonance from that sentence, but now, Chen Ling feels different...

From the moment he stepped out of the theater, a certain emotion arose spontaneously. Along the way, all the time he sang, this emotion kept fermenting in his chest and became intertwined with his soul.

Chen Ling had a hunch that he could do it this time.

…

In the darkness, Chen Ling suddenly opened her eyes!

He took off the girdle of the opera robe from his waist with his left hand and waved it gently. The girdle instantly replaced the general flag with the word "Yang" that was originally inserted behind Li Qingshan's back. After rotating rapidly with his fingertips for several times, he firmly grasped it. In the palm of your hand!

Chen Ling's waist was as straight as a pine and cypress, standing above a pool of blood. He held the hand holding the flag behind his back, slowly raised his empty right hand, and wore a loose opera robe without wind...

When Chen Ling started to move forward, Li Qingshan in the corner seemed to sense some kind of aura and was stunned for a moment.

The Jiangtian cultist in mid-air had already recovered from his immobilization. He stepped on the edge of the shelf to use his strength, quickly changed direction, and charged towards Chen Ling fiercely!

The red color gradually came closer in Chen Ling's pupils, but he had no intention of evading it. Instead, he said calmly:

“You must fulfill your responsibilities as long as you are alive, how can an inch of land belong to others...

What's the point of being a clown?

I can serve as a million soldiers with one sword! ! "

The moment the melodious singing sounded, a familiar feeling surged out of Chen Ling's body. He subconsciously raised his free right hand and waved it forward casually, imitating Ning Ruyu's appearance at that time.

The loose and empty sleeves fluttered past the eyes...

next moment,

The rushing Jiangtian cultists exploded with a bang!

Without any warning, without any buffer, Chen Ling just flicked his sleeves casually, and the man was like a broken wave, disintegrating in the air, turning into a rain of scarlet blood all over the sky, covering Chen Ling's body.

The secret method of opera - [Sleeve hands move the sky].

The entire pharmacy fell into dead silence.

Li Qingshan was stunned...

He didn't know what happened. Not only him, but even the Jiangtian cultist who was casually killed by Chen Ling didn't resist at all before he died... In other words, he didn't realize that he would die at all. The way.

The aura of the Jiangtian Sect can interfere with the Shinto, but it cannot interfere with the secrets of opera that Chen Ling has learned. Coupled with the twisted Shinto that is also uninterrupted, the core method of the Jiangtian Sect has almost no effect on him... If we talk about Hongyi Jiangtian Sect is the world of all Shintoism, and Chen Ling, who is also dressed in red, is the natural enemy of all Jiangtian Sects.

With a flick of the sleeve, the powerful enemy was wiped out.

Chen Ling was wearing a blood-stained opera robe and a twisted headdress, and her makeup was washed away by blood... He stood there quietly, as if he was the most terrifying demon here.

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at the same time.

On the other side of the pharmacy,

The remaining Jiangtian cultivator used the boning knife on his chest to cut open the flesh and blood on the left side of his chest, exposing his ribs to the air...

He tremblingly picked up the small hammer in the corner, gritted his teeth and smashed it into his own ribs. With each blow, a rib was broken. The gap in the ribs that could not even be penetrated by fingers was gradually opened, enough to accommodate a Put your palm into it.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body was shaking unconsciously... He was in pain and nervous.

He witnessed with his own eyes the process of his companion being killed instantly by Chen Ling, and knew that he could not be his opponent no matter what... He was going to die anyway, but this suicide ritual must be completed. If this street is not allowed to be linked to " If "Sighing Wilderness" intersects, the difficulty for others to summon "Destruction" will increase linearly.

This is a race against time. He must sacrifice his lungs before Chen Ling kills him, otherwise the Supreme Jiangtian Savior will not recognize his dedication and glory.

Fortunately, he had broken several ribs very quickly, leaving a gap through which his palm could pass. The Jiangtian cultivator reached out without hesitation and grabbed his lungs...