I'm not a theatre god

The appearance of the figure in red made the three people's hearts almost stop.

They stared blankly at the familiar face, their eyes full of shock and confusion... Even Lu Xuanming, who had always been steady, seemed a little pale at this moment.

Chen Ling? !

The fire usurper?

Wasn't he already dead? !

Doubts jumped out of their minds one after another, and they suddenly felt that their brains were not enough... Only Pu Wen was the first to react. He stared at Chen Ling and spoke hoarsely:

"I just said it feels weird...are you controlling all this behind the scenes?"

"To be honest, I don't want to explain it to you." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "After all, villains often die because they talk too much."

Three people:...?

Chen Ling slowly stood up and looked down at the three people below. Her red opera robes danced wildly in the wind, like a blood demon.

The corners of his mouth curved into a crazy arc,

"You three, come together."

The three people on the hill looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces, but Jian Changsheng was the first to rush out, charging towards Chen Ling like a mad dog. Lu Xuanming pulled out his long knife from the ground with his backhand and followed closely behind.

Pu Wen stood there, bit his finger immediately, and started writing quickly on the ground... All the "sealing" characters he had reserved before had been exhausted. The one he had fixed on No. 8 just now was written on the spot. Now he had to Take action again.

Chen Ling stood on the towering rocks, slowly stretched her fingers to her cheek, and gently tore it apart.

A face is blown away by the wind.

At the same time, Chen Ling who was standing there seemed to disappear out of thin air. Jian Changsheng and Lu Xuanming were stunned at the same time, and a black afterimage flashed past them!

It was a black falcon.

"What kind of skill is this?!"

Lu Xuanming has never seen anyone turn into an animal. Even the "Xi Shen Dao" who is famous for his fickleness can only change his face... Could it be the method of the Shaman Dao gang?

The falcon passed through the two of them and transformed back into Chen Ling in mid-air. The wisp of vermilion meteorite fell to the ground behind him!

He was just about to finish writing a prose with the word "ding" in the last stroke, when he felt something flash in front of him, and with the gravel flying, his wrist was already tightly clamped!

Pu Wen looked at the face so close to him in astonishment, but the latter had already put the muzzle of the gun between Pu Wen's eyebrows and smiled faintly.

"The skill is good, but the forward swing is too slow."

boom--!

One shot and Pu Wen was killed!

Chen Ling has been watching behind the scenes for so long, and has already seen through everyone's skills. Pu Wen's book magic is indeed very strong, and it is strong in all aspects. Unfortunately, every time he uses it, he has to take out paper first. If there is no paper, he can only Written on the spot...

If he had just entered Guzang, Chen Ling would not have dared to fight against three in such a pretentious manner, but now Pu Wen has exhausted all the rice paper, and Lu Xuanming has been seriously injured, losing one arm and one leg, and his combat strength has long been lost. Big discount.

Kill Pu Wen first at the beginning, otherwise once he releases the word "ding" later, he is likely to be killed instantly... This is the most important part of Chen Ling's plan.

Seeing Pu Wen being instantly killed by Chen Ling, Lu Xuanming and Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank.

They looked at each other, made a tacit understanding and turned around at the same time, approaching Chen Ling quickly from left to right... Jian Changsheng was the fastest, almost like a bloody afterimage, he arrived in front of Chen Ling in the blink of an eye.

But Chen Ling pierced the red ring into Pu Wen's body, then slowly stood up and waved at him.

"rub."

Snapped--!

Jian Changsheng's reaction was extremely fast, and he moved to one side at the moment when the space was distorted. Even so, one shoulder was still crushed into blood mist.

He groaned, and the fierceness in his eyes became even worse, but losing an arm was extremely detrimental to his balance, especially when moving at high speed. His body subconsciously tilted to one side and almost fell to the ground.

And in this short gap, the red opera robe was already fighting with Lu Xuanming in black!

The friction between the dagger and the long knife caused dazzling sparks in the air. Lu Xuanming saw Chen Ling's ring and said coldly,

"Did you kill Yan Xicai?!"

"how?"

Chen Ling felt a huge force coming from the tip of the knife, and stepped back to release the force. Her body was as light as a butterfly, and she flashed behind Lu Xuanming in an instant!

Lu Xuanming possesses [Iron Clothes], which has extremely strong strength and defense. It is naturally impossible for Chen Ling to confront him head-on. He can only use the flexibility of [Killing Dance] to fight with him!

As long as he was fast enough and the angle of his attack was tricky enough, Lu Xuanming would not have time to mobilize [Iron Clothes] for defense.

Lu Xuanming had already lost one of his hands by No. 8. He was holding a knife in one hand and could not keep up with Chen Ling's offensive. He could only resist and retreat in embarrassment, waiting for Jian Changsheng to come to the rescue.

As for Chen Ling, it was naturally impossible to give him this opportunity.

Chen Ling sidestepped like a ghost, avoiding Lu Xuanming's counterattack, and stabbed the right hand with the ring into Lu Xuanming's wound. A crazy devouring force came out of it, and Lu Xuanming's figure was visibly thinner.

Lu Xuanming reacted very quickly and immediately swung his knife towards Chen Ling's wrist, but was blocked in the air by the dagger.

After a brief struggle, Chen Ling was knocked back a few steps. Before Lu Xuanming could raise his sword to strike, she waved her finger at him:

"rub!"

The small-scale space distortion accurately landed on Lu Xuanming's palm holding the knife. His bones immediately shattered, and he let go of the long knife. An afterimage flashed in front of him quickly between lightning and stone fire, and a cold light pierced his chest!

Lu Xuanming groaned, staring at Chen Ling who was very close at hand. After a moment, he fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, a sound broke through the air from behind Chen Ling!

He dodged lightly to the side, and the dagger grazed his cheek. Jian Changsheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and the dagger and the dagger clashed in mid-air more than ten times at an astonishing speed, no matter who was up or down!

After the explosive output exchange, the two people chose to distance themselves at the same time. Two people in red clothes stood on both sides of the battlefield, looking at each other.

"Whether you are a human or a ghost... you have to die today." Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth. He could feel the power of Chen Ling in front of him. Even Pu Wen and Lu Xuanming were killed one after another... But he finally managed to I have come this far, and I cannot die here no matter what.

His will continued to rise, and the aura of killing spread around him. He roared and rushed towards Chen Ling like bloody lightning.

Chen Ling raised the gun expressionlessly, pointed the muzzle at the blood that was approaching rapidly, and spoke slowly:

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to death."