I can infinitely synthesize more advanced items

Next, Song Ping slaughtered another seventh-tier city.

Let his level finally break through 800, and his crime value also break through to [-] million.

Although the crime value has not yet reached the next critical point.

But at this time, the suppression of heaven has become weaker and weaker. For example, if Song Ping first became a player, the suppression of heaven was 100, then now, there are still about [-] to [-] left.

Heaven's suppression has been weakened by more than half.

Song Ping has been able to take out the gate of another world and return to the Continent of the Gods or Blue Star at any time.

It was already dawn.

Song Ping has not closed his eyes to rest for seven or eight days in a row.

The continuous killings kept his mind in a state of excitement, and until now, he still hasn't felt any fatigue.

Not to mention seven or eight days, even if we fight for another year and a half, there will be no problem at all.

And just when Song Ping finished the killing and was about to move on to the next city, people from the Holy Land came again.

This time, a total of twelve people came to the Holy Land.

Judging from the aura, everyone's strength must obviously surpass the previous Long Yanfang and the other three.

Especially the one at the head.

A player whose ID is "Long Yuanzi".

His gaze was like a sword, and Song Ping couldn't help feeling his scalp tingling from a distance of more than 200 meters.

Long Yuanzi pinched a sword formula, and suddenly saw the long sword behind him come out of its sheath.

In the air, one turns into two, two turns into four...

There are more and more sword shadows in the sky in the blink of an eye.

The shadow of the sword shrouded Song Ping, shaped like a cage, shrinking continuously, strangling towards Song Ping in the center.

Apparently, the other party didn't bother to talk nonsense with Song Ping at all, so he started to fight directly the first time they met.

Song Pingang wanted to use his teleportation skills to escape.

However, it was only then that he discovered that, unconsciously, the surrounding space had been imprisoned by some invisible force.

Apparently his teleportation ability has long been on the opponent's intelligence.

And the opponent has responded.

When the situation was unavoidable, Song Ping had no choice but to choose to resist.

"Go!" Song Ping thought.

Fan Tianyin turned into the size of a hill, and swept away towards the sword shadows approaching from all around.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The sword shadow kept hitting the Fantian seal, and the sounds of gold and iron intersected into one piece, colliding with sparks, and even obvious ripples appeared in the air, like water ripples, swaying towards the surroundings.

The vegetation and buildings around were silently shattered into powder in front of the ripples like water ripples.

Long Yuanzi's face paled slightly, the counter-shock force from the natal magic weapon made the blood in his body fluctuate.

Surprise flashed in Long Yuanzi's eyes.

With his strength reaching the Great Achievement Realm, even if he only used [-]% of his strength, logically speaking, it would be enough to crush and kill the cheater hundreds of times.

If it wasn't for the purpose of saving the life of the player, the player would not be able to regenerate after being killed in battle.

With his attack speed, he wouldn't be so "slow" at all, so there was still room for him to resist.

But now...

"What kind of magic weapon is that?"

"The information is correct, this person is indeed very strong."

Around Long Yuanzi, the rest of the people couldn't help saying in amazement.

They knew Long Yuanzi's strength, and his understanding of the law had reached the Dacheng state. Even if he didn't make a serious move, it was definitely not something a mere eighth-level player could stop.

It seems that the strength of "always cheating" is even stronger than what is recorded in the intelligence.

However, Long Yuanzi's ears were not very comfortable hearing the discussions from the people around him.

It sounds as if his strength is weak, which makes the other party appear to be strong.

But some people asked without looking too long: "Long Yuanzi, do you want me to take action together and take him down?"

This made Long Yuanzi even more annoyed.

Long Yuanzi said coldly: "No need! An eighth-level player is only so strong!"

The man was about to say something, but fortunately he was pulled by the companion next to him and gave him a secret wink, so he shut up in time.

Fan Tianyin had just cleared the surrounding space out of a range.

However, the next moment, there were more and more sword shadows, and they became denser and denser.

The power has also become stronger.

Song Ping was shrouded in heavy sword shadows, and his figure could not be seen at all. The surrounding players could only deduce from the fact that Fan Tianyin was still active, that Song Ping inside should have no serious problems, and he could probably hold on. Can live.

As for the companions around Long Yuanzi, the astonishment in their expressions became stronger and stronger. Ordinary players couldn't see through the shadow of the sword, but they could clearly feel Song Ping's breath, and the change was not great. Not even the slightest disturbance of breathing.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The sound of metal and iron crossing became louder, and later, it was like thunder, deafening.

In particular, the energy fluctuations caused by the collision of the two magic weapons even caused small cracks to appear in the surrounding space, just like a child using a black pencil to scribble on a canvas, twisting and erratic, disappearing in time.

Long Yuanzi's face was pale at first, and then it began to flush again, getting more and more flushed, as if it was about to bleed.

The qi and blood in his body kept rising and falling, if he hadn't suppressed it, he would almost vomit a mouthful of blood.

It's a long story, but in fact, it's only a few breaths between the two of them.

Compared with Long Yuanzi's embarrassment.

Song Ping looked calm and calm, as if he was not fighting a strong man right now, and he didn't look like he was wasting any effort at all.

In fact, the way the two fought against each other was really unfair to Long Yuanzi.

Long Yuanzi's natal magic weapon was brought over from his previous life. After being tempered by the laws of this life, the natal magic weapon became stronger than in his previous life.

However, Fan Tianyin came from the prehistoric world.

Even if Fantianyin is not the top innate spirit treasure in the prehistoric world, its energy level surpasses the heavenly way of this world.

Long Yuanzi wanted to use his natal magic weapon to hurt Fan Tianyin and teach Song Ping a hard lesson.

How overconfident!

It's as ridiculous as if someone wants to use a soft cotton thread to pierce a hole in the iron block.

Even if he retreated a hundred and eight thousand steps, assuming that Long Yuanzi really succeeded in injuring Fan Tianyin, it would not cause any harm to Song Ping, at most it would surprise Song Ping.

After all, Fan Tianyin was not Song Ping's talisman.

In such a way of fighting, it seemed that Song Ping had nothing to do with it, which finally made Long Yuanzi unable to bear it.

I saw another sword formula in his hand.

Whoosh...

The sword shadows all over the sky returned to Long Yuanzi one after another like tired birds returning to their nests, forming a huge sword more than a hundred meters long.

With such a size, in front of the giant sword, the size of a normal person is as small as a small ant.

"Chop..." Long Yuanzi snorted coldly.

With boundless power, the giant sword slashed at Song Ping fiercely.