I'm not a drama god

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As another shutter sound rang out, a breeze blew past Chen Ling's ears out of nowhere!

"what?"

The moment Chen Ling let out a light exclamation, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind him. It was a giant bear that was more than 20 meters tall, but it did not look like a living creature. Its eyes were empty and its hair was like knots, like a plush toy that had been magnified countless times.

But even so, the moment it appeared out of nowhere, its two giant palms, which were big enough to smash a small building, crushed Chen Ling's figure like slapping a mosquito!

boom--!

Invisible air waves spread out from the giant bear's palm.

A woman in a white sweater stood quietly on the shoulders of the giant stuffed bear. Seeing the pair of tightly closed hands, she snorted coldly:

"He's just one person, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"

"He dared to come alone, which means he must be quite powerful. It won't be wrong to be careful." The photographer walked into the photo slowly and said viciously, "Besides... who asked him to play tricks on me? If he plays tricks on me, he will pay the price!"

"Really? What's the price?"

A calm voice sounded from behind the photographer, and the chill seemed to come from the underworld. His pupils suddenly contracted!

The photographer reacted very quickly. He held the camera in his hand and turned around suddenly. Just when he was about to press the shutter button facing his back, the shutter sound did not come... and the familiar button feeling also 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 at some point.

"??!!"

A whistling kick hit the photographer's chest!

boom--! ! !

Chen Ling's kick was so powerful that it first pierced the photographer's body...but then he realized that the touch was not right. The photographer in front of him turned into a photo visibly.

Chen Ling's eyebrows slightly raised in surprise.

Dozens of meters away from him, the photographer's figure reappeared, but he spurted out a mouthful of blood as if he was kicked away, and flew backwards into the wilderness.

substitute?

Although the photographer's reaction was quick, Chen Ling's action was even faster. Even though he had used a photo stand-in, some of the force still landed on his real body, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

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

After a brief fight, Chen Ling had roughly figured out the abilities of these people. The photographer's ability was somewhat similar to that of the second hall of Fu Sheng Hui, but the way of activating it was different. Moreover, the gap in combat experience and rank between the two was too great.

The white man was obviously a power god, but he was also different from the ones Chen Ling had come across before... As for the puppet god, Chen Ling had only come across people who controlled paper figures, but had never imagined controlling stuffed toys.

Chen Ling realized that Shintoism is contemporary;

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

He could meet photographers who used SLR cameras in this era, but it was almost impossible to meet them in the era after the catastrophe... because in that era, cameras were only used by a very small number of people, and the methods of use were quite primitive. It was even more impossible to meet them before the invention of cameras.

And in this era, he would probably not see paths like [Ashura] and [Stop the War], as those were exclusive to turbulent times.

but……

"Too weak." Chen Ling sighed, "At the same level, your combat power is too weak compared to after the Cataclysm..."

Chen Ling is telling the truth.

The path itself is not strong or weak. Whether it is the Qingshen Dao driven by a camera or the Qingshen Dao driven by a brush, it is actually the same... But the problem is that these people have not experienced such a harsh living environment as the nine realms. They live in this comfortable and beautiful era. Whether it is crisis awareness, fighting instincts, or the development of their own paths, they are far inferior to the era after the catastrophe.

Up to now, Chen Ling had been passively dodging and had not taken the initiative to attack, because he wanted to see what these people could 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 at first, and then anger appeared on their faces. They stared at Chen Ling, as if they felt insulted!

“Why are you pretending?” The woman cursed unhappily, and a divine aura flashed by.

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

The huge paw was raised high, and the fur on the surface instantly turned into a raging fire. It trampled down with terrifying force, like a flaming mountain crashing down!

Chen Ling stood quietly in place, his face illuminated by the fiery feet, red. He did not dodge, but held the boning knife in one hand and slashed it upwards casually.

"What's the use of talking about the foreign king and clown? I can stop a million soldiers with just one sword!"

boom--! ! !

The moment the melodious opera tune sounded, a blade light that penetrated the sky and the earth was like a wave, instantly submerging the huge flaming giant bear and the woman, and even covering half of the sky in this photo world! !

In the distance, the photographer and the white man who witnessed this scene suddenly had their pupils contracted!

A deafening roar sounded, and the entire world was cracked by this sword. The cracks in the void looked like someone had cut a knife on a photo. Through the crack that ran through the sky and the earth, one could even see the real world outside...

At the same time, the burning fluffy fragments were scattered like drifting paper money, and the skyscraper-like figure had been chopped into pieces by a knife and disappeared without a trace.

A mutilated body fell heavily in the wilderness, dust rose to the west, and she was motionless.

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

One knife, kill instantly?

The white man was the same as the woman just now, both were at the third level. If the other party could kill the woman with one sword, then he could naturally kill him with one sword as well... Even if he was a powerful god, he had no confidence that he could take that sword.

What kind of monster is that???

The white man retreated subconsciously, seemingly having given up the idea of ​​fighting, but the photographer next to him grabbed him first, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke with gritted teeth:

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

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

The next moment, a field suddenly opened up!

"【Vientiane Scenery】."