I can infinitely synthesize more advanced items

"Your offense is really too weak. If that's the case, then try my counterattack." Song Ping said flatly.

He's already getting bored with this fight.

He casually used words to form a light shield, and the twelve elf sanctuary powerhouses attacked frantically for more than a minute and a half, but they still couldn't break through the light shield.

"The wind is coming!" Song Ping said.

A gust of wind suddenly rose around, centered on Song Ping, spinning at high speed.

Within a radius of one kilometer, all buildings were smashed.

Even the ground was blown up layer by layer, forming a sky full of dust in the wind.

If it wasn't for the space a thousand meters away being imprisoned, the entire City Lord's Mansion would have been destroyed in their battle.

The offensive from the twelve Elven Sanctuary powerhouses dissipated in the gust of wind, and even these Elven Sanctuary powerhouses themselves couldn't control themselves.

"Ah..." Two third-order elves in the sanctuary screamed, were swept up by the strong wind, and spun around Song Ping at high speed together with the strong wind.

The wind was so fast that they were completely invisible in the wind.

"The wind can be stronger." Song Ping said, as if he was chatting with his friend standing opposite him in the most ordinary tone.

woohoo hoo...

The wind continued to increase.

Another two strong elves of the fourth rank in the sanctuary were swept up by the strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, there were four fifth-order powerhouses in the sanctuary.

Then there are two sixth-order powerhouses in the sanctuary.

Then there is a seventh-order powerhouse in the sanctuary.

In the end, only Omar, who had the strength of the eighth level of the sanctuary, was still struggling.

"The vines are entangled!" Omar hissed and roared.

Arm-thick vines drilled out from the ground, but this time they didn't entangle the enemy, but entangled themselves.

Countless vines wrapped around him, imprisoning him on the ground.

At this moment, even if he wanted to escape, it was already an extravagant hope, and he could only struggle against the force of the strong wind.

As the wind speed continued to increase, the vines on his body were constantly broken and repaired.

But soon, the breaking speed of the vines exceeded the speed of repairing...

……

Thousands of meters away from the battle site of Song Ping, Omar and others, in a tree house hundreds of meters high.

Rowling, a strong man from the Elven King's Court, and nearly two hundred strong men from the holy domain of the elves are watching this battle.

It's a battle, let alone a unilateral crush.

Rowling dissatisfied: "This is what your information said, Song Ping only has the fifth level of Sanctuary?"

What a group of incompetent sanctuaries, if you can't catch people, don't say anything.

He didn't even know the opponent's strength.

It's a shame to the empire.

"Jasbing, Cocotte, Asa...you go and capture Song Ping." Rowling glanced at the strong men in the sanctuary and ordered.

"Yes."

Three strongmen of the ninth rank of the sanctuary, and eight strong men of the eighth rank of the sanctuary took orders after hearing the words.

Jumped down from the tree house, and galloped quickly towards the battlefield.

As a powerhouse in the domain of the gods, Rowling didn't even bother to use the big to bully the small, and personally ended up dealing with a human race with mere strength in the holy domain.

But even if Song Ping had reached the ninth rank of the sanctuary, with so many strong elves in the sanctuary present today, it was a certainty that Song Ping would be taken down.

"Pass down the order to increase the power of the lock of space to the strongest." Rowling continued to order.

"Yes." Several sacred experts took orders and rushed in all directions.

The lock of space, this is another ninth-level sacred weapon she brought from the Elven King's Court, it is specially used to restrain Song Ping's space transfer skill.

At this time, in all directions of Keyas City, there are ten Elven sanctuary powerhouses co-hosting and manipulating this sacred artifact, imprisoning the space of Keyas City.

……

Seeing that Omar finally couldn't hold on anymore, he was swept into the sky by the strong wind.

Song Ping said to himself: "It turns out that I'm already so strong that even the eighth level of Sanctuary is not enough for me."

Until now, he didn't even count as warm-up activities.

At this moment, he suddenly saw more than a dozen strong elves charging towards him in the distance.

"Huh? The ninth level of the sanctuary?" Song Ping felt from the three strong elves among them that the power was obviously stronger than that of the eighth level of the sanctuary.

Obviously a strong man of the ninth rank in the sanctuary.

Moreover, the cultivation aura exuded by these three sanctuary ninth-level powerhouses even surpassed him.

However, Song Ping was not afraid, instead, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The group of strong elves rushing over, including eight eighth-level elves in the sanctuary, lost control of their bodies as soon as they entered the strong wind area, and were directly swept up by the force of the strong wind.

However, the three Sanctuary ninth-level powerhouses passed through the strong wind without any nonsense, and jointly launched a strong attack on Song Ping.

boom!
Under the powerful attack, the light shield surrounding Song Ping finally dissipated.

"Fighting is finally starting to be interesting." Song Ping said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, several new light shields appeared around him, superimposed together.

"Lightning!"

Boom boom boom...

Thunder and lightning crisscrossed the sky, and thunder and lightning continued to strike down on the three sanctuary powerhouses.

"Wind Blade!"

In the gust of wind, densely packed sharp wind blades were mixed, making it impossible to guard against.

"Confinement!"

Three invisible forces descended on the three ninth-level powerhouses in the sanctuary in an instant, making it difficult for them to act as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

One of the ninth-level powerhouses in the sanctuary couldn't dodge in time, and was struck by several lightning bolts one after another. The skill shield on his body was instantly shattered, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Frost Arrow!" Song Ping said calmly, continuing to increase his offensive.

shhhhhh...

Frost arrows as thick as pillars appeared, and under the acceleration of the wind, their power was unbelievably powerful, and they attacked the three ninth-level powerhouses in the sanctuary.

At this moment, the three of them couldn't care less about attacking Song Ping, and quickly launched defensive skills to resist the attacks of ice arrows and lightning.

Under the influence of the power of confinement and the strong wind, their speed was greatly restricted, and they could not completely avoid Song Ping's attack at all, so they could only choose to resist.

However, there were more and more attacks from Song Ping.

Stone pillars, fireballs, ice cones...

Within a kilometer radius, it has been completely dominated by Song Ping's offensive!

Damn it, why does Song Ping have so many skills!
A group of strong elves were shocked and fearful in their hearts.

You know, the magic core fighters of the human race can only learn nine skills at most.

But what Song Ping showed now has obviously exceeded this limit.

Just now.

"Enough!" An angry voice came from the air.

I saw a wrinkled old elf woman unknowingly suspended at a height of [-] meters, staring at Song Ping coldly.

Whether it was a strong wind or lightning, they quietly dissipated within two meters of her, without even lifting the old woman's clothes.

Song Ping suddenly felt his scalp go numb, as if he was being watched by a natural enemy, and he felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart.