I'm not a theatre god

Click——

As another shutter sound sounded, a breeze blew by Chen Ling's ears out of thin air!

"Huh?"

The moment Chen Ling let out a soft cry, a huge image appeared behind him like a flash. It was a giant bear more than twenty meters high, but it didn't look like a living thing. Its eyes were empty and its hair was like knots. , like a stuffed toy magnified countless times.

But even so, the moment it appeared out of thin air, two giant palms that could smash the small building were like swatting mosquitoes, crushing Chen Ling's figure inside!

boom--!

Invisible air waves swayed from the palm of the giant bear,

A woman wearing a white sweatshirt stood quietly on the shoulders of the stuffed bear. Seeing the tightly sealed palms, she snorted:

"He is just one person. Does he need to go to war in such a big way?"

"He dares to come alone, which means he must have some strength. You can't go wrong with being careful." The photographer walked into the photo slowly and said viciously, "And... who told him to play tricks on me? If you play tricks on me, you have to Pay the price!"

"Really? What's the price?"

A calm voice sounded from behind the photographer, cold and cold as if coming from the underworld, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

The photographer's reaction was also very fast. He held the camera in his hand and turned sharply behind him. Just when he was about to press the shutter behind him, the shutter sound did not sound... and the familiar button feeling disappeared. .

He was stunned and looked down in surprise, only to find that the camera in his hand had turned into an old-fashioned metal door lock.

"??!!"

A whistling kick hit the photographer's chest!

boom--! ! !

Chen Ling's kick was so powerful that it directly penetrated the photographer's body... But then he realized that the touch was not right. The photographer in front of him turned into a photo visible to the naked eye.

Chen Ling's brows rose slightly in surprise.

Tens of meters away from him, the photographer's figure reappeared, but he spat out a mouthful of blood as if he had been kicked away, and flew upside down into the wilderness.

substitute?

Although the photographer reacted quickly, Chen Ling struck even faster. Even though he had already used a photo stand-in, some of the force still kicked him on his body, sending him flying for more than ten meters.

"It's a bit interesting." Chen Ling said with interest, "One is Qing Shen Dao, one is Li Shen Dao, and one is Ou Shen Dao... but the paths are different from what I know."

After a short fight, Chen Ling has roughly figured out the abilities of these people. The photographer's abilities are somewhat similar to those of the Second Palace of Fushenghua, except that the method of triggering is different, and the combat experience between the two , the gap with the rank is really too big;

The white man was obviously a Riki Shinto, but it was different from what Chen Ling had been exposed to before... As for the puppet Shinto, Chen Ling had only been exposed to those who controlled paper figures, but had never imagined controlling a stuffed toy.

Chen Ling realized that Shinto is contemporary;

The fourteen Shinto ways will always be the fourteen Shinto ways. From ancient times to the present, from modern times to the future, the general direction of Shinto ways has always remained unchanged and has become the "path" under the social background of different eras.

In this era, he could meet photographers who used SLRs to fight, but in the era after the catastrophe, it was almost impossible to see him... Because in that era, cameras were only something that only a few people knew how to use, and the methods of using them were also unknown. Quite original. It was even more impossible before the invention of the camera.

In this era, he would probably not be able to see paths like [Shura] and [Zhi Ge], which were exclusive to turbulent times.

but……

"Too weak." Chen Ling sighed, "Under the same rank, your combat power is too weak compared to what it was after the Cataclysm..."

Chen Ling is telling the truth.

The path itself has no strength or weakness. Whether it is the Qingshin Way driven by a camera or the Qingshin Way driven by a paintbrush, it is actually the same... But the problem is that these people have not experienced the harsh living environment of the Nine Realms. They live in this comfortable and beautiful era. Whether it is crisis awareness, fighting instinct, or the development of their own paths, they are far inferior to the era after the catastrophe.

Until now, Chen Ling has been passively dodging and not taking the initiative, just because he wanted to see what these people can do...

The result was a huge disappointment.

It seems that people like Nie Yu are a minority among the minority in this era;

Hearing these words, the three "black hands" were stunned for a moment, and then their faces turned angry. They stared at Chen Ling, as if they felt they had been insulted!

"What are you pretending to be?" The woman cursed in displeasure, and the divine aura passed by in a flash.

The next moment, she and the giant bear beneath her disappeared out of thin air, and when they reappeared they were already above Chen Ling!

The huge feet were raised high, and the plush on the surface instantly turned into blazing fire, trampling down with terrifying power, like a mountain of flames crashing down!

Chen Ling stood quietly, his face flushed red by the soles of his fiery feet. He did not dodge, but held the boning knife in one hand and made a casual upward stroke.

"It doesn't matter what a clown is, I can stop a million soldiers with one sword!"

boom--! ! !

The moment the melodious opera melody sounded, a sword light reaching all over the sky was like a wave, instantly submerging the huge flaming giant bear and the woman, even covering half of the sky in this photo world! !

In the distance, the pupils of the photographer and the white man who witnessed this scene suddenly shrank!

A deafening roar sounded, and the entire world was cracked by this knife. The cracks in the void looked like someone had made knife marks on the photo. Through the cracks that penetrated the sky and the earth, you could even see the real world outside...

At the same time, burning plush fragments were scattered like floating paper money, and the skyscraper-like figure had been cut into pieces all over the sky with a knife and disappeared without a trace.

A mutilated body landed heavily in the wilderness, dust was everywhere, and she was motionless.

"This..." When the white man saw this scene, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

One knife, instant kill?

The white man was the same as the woman just now, both of them were at the third level. If the other man could kill the woman with one strike, he could kill him with one strike... Even with the power of the God of Power, he didn't have the slightest confidence that he could take that strike.

What kind of monster is that? ? ?

The white man retreated subconsciously, as if he had no intention of fighting, but the photographer on the side grabbed him directly. While wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth and said:

"What are you afraid of... I don't believe it. With the same power, how many swords can this guy use?"

The photographer took a deep breath, raised the index and middle fingers of both hands, and gestured like a camera in front of him, framing Chen Ling in the distance.

The next moment, a field suddenly opened!

"[Vientiane Viewing]."