I can infinitely synthesize more advanced items

In fact, even if this sword could cut through his clothes, it would only leave Song Ping with a slight wound.

Song Ping was not so stupid as to deliberately sell his flaws to his death.

At the same time, Song Ping's Huya Cold Light Knife, which had been hidden in his cuff, finally made his move, swung it viciously, and threw it towards the wide-open middle door of the black-faced strong man.

At this time, the distance between the two was only a little over one meter.

The black-faced burly man turned pale with shock, but he had no time to escape, he could only twist his body as much as possible to avoid the vital points in his chest.

The Huya Cold Light Knife was extremely sharp, and easily pierced a little under the right rib of the strong black tiger.

The wound was not fatal, but the black-faced burly man suddenly felt a chill spreading from the wound, rushing to the whole body, whether it was true energy or blood, the flow in his body was getting slower and slower, as if he was about to be frozen .

The black-faced burly man staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

"Brother!" Another tall man exclaimed in shock, wanting to check it out.

However, Song Ping never gave him a chance.

shhhhhh...

One slash after another, there was the sound of a tiger roaring faintly between the saber techniques, shocking the soul.

The tall man was forced to fight.

However, even with one against five, Song Ping is still not an opponent, let alone one-on-one now.

After only a dozen moves, the tall man had two wounds on his body.

Although the wound was neither fatal nor serious, it dealt a serious blow to the tall man's mind, and he was already ready to retire.

"Miscellaneous, I'm going to fight you today!" The tall man shouted with a grim look on his face.

Immediately, he put on a desperate posture, and attacked Song Ping fiercely, with a few stabs, forcing Song Ping to retreat for a while.

But the price was another wound on the tall man.

The tall man took the opportunity to turn around and ran towards the entrance of the cave, not even caring about the black-faced strong man on the ground who didn't know his life or death.

"Want to leave?" Song Ping snorted coldly, and immediately performed three steps to sweep the dust, and quickly chased towards the entrance of the cave.

Almost at the same time, a huge force of strange magic emerged from the black-faced strong man's corpse and was absorbed by Song Ping who was a few meters away.

As expected of the sixth level of Houtian, the power of this strange demon is at least ten times what a martial artist of the fifth level of Houtian can provide.

The power of the strange demon turned into energy, which instantly filled Song Ping's body with zhenqi. The amount of zhenqi was so large that even the dantian and meridians in Song Ping's body ached.

Song Ping squandered his true energy like he didn't want money, and his speed was obviously raised to a higher level.

Although the tall man's cultivation level was higher than Song Ping's, he was not good at lightness kung fu, not to mention that Song Ping had already mastered the three-step lightness kung fu.

Under the ebb and flow, the tall man had just escaped from the cave when he heard the wind behind him.

"My life is over!" The tall man cried inwardly.

But at this moment, where can he escape.

Swish!I saw Song Ping's saber falling down.

The fish-scale golden back knife pierced through the tall man's back fiercely, and the tip of the knife was exposed from his chest.

Another burst of huge strange power emerged from the tall man's corpse.

Although the amount of strange magic power is not as good as that provided by the black-faced strong man before, it is still a strong person of the sixth level of acquired strength, far exceeding that provided by the fifth level of acquired martial arts.

Song Ping suddenly felt that the dantian and meridians in his body were about to be burst, and the inflated true energy even involuntarily radiated from around his body, blowing the surrounding ground and rubble.

"Pfft..." Song Ping finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, Song Ping didn't care about the wet ground at the entrance of the cave, and quickly sat down cross-legged, trying his best to dissolve the negative effects brought about by too much zhenqi in his body.

He vomited blood because of the zhenqi in his body. It is estimated that Song Ping's situation is extremely rare in the past and present.

Although Zhuo Tianfang, the leader of the bandits in the cave, didn't know what happened, when he saw Song Ping vomiting blood, he immediately became concerned.

He picked up the knife and looked at Song Ping with murderous intent.

Then he walked towards Song Ping step by step, and as he approached Song Ping, the killing intent in his heart became more and more intense.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...

Three meters away from Song Ping, Zhuo Tianfang finally stood still, cupped his hands and asked, "Song Daxia, it's not too late. I'll take Song Daxia to get the treasure house key now, how about it?"

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Song Ping did not respond.

Zhuo Tianfang tightened his grip on the knife, and was about to continue walking forward.

Song Ping suddenly opened his eyes, and from his calm eyes, Zhuo Tianfang froze on the spot as if he had been given a hold technique.

There seemed to be tension in the air.

Zhuo Tianfang felt as if he had suffered for hundreds of years in just a few breaths.

Until Song Ping finally broke the silence with one sentence: "Where did you keep the key to the treasure house?"

Zhuo Tianfang subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had relieved a heavy burden, and then quickly replied: "The key is with a friend of the Blood Shadow Gate, and he will keep it."

"Blood Shadow Gate?" Song Ping frowned.

Seeing the suspicious look in Song Ping's eyes, Zhuo Tianfang quickly pointed to the sky and swore: "I swear, the key to the treasure house is really in the possession of a disciple of the Blood Shadow Sect, if half of my words are false, I will die a terrible death .”

Song Ping asked again: "What is the name of the disciple of the Blood Shadow Sect you mentioned, and what is his status in the Blood Shadow Sect?"

"This..." Zhuo Tianfang hesitated for a moment.

Song Ping's eyes turned cold: "If you don't tell the truth, do you want to die?"

Zhuo Tianfang trembled in fright, and quickly said: "Don't worry, Song Daxia, I'll explain..."

Anyway, he had already said everything to this extent, and in order to save his life, Zhuo Tianfang didn't dare to hide any more, and began to explain everything.

It turned out that Zhuo Tianfang was not the mastermind of this incident. On top of him, there was another person, Zhao Qiming, an inner disciple of the Blood Shadow Sect.

Zhao Qiming had saved his life back then, so this time he was recruited by Zhao Qiming to come to Jiangyang County to work for Zhao Qiming.

Of course, this is not purely for repaying kindness, Zhuo Tianfang is also willing to be driven by Zhao Qiming because of the benefits in the treasure house.

And this group of bandits was not gathered by Zhuo Tianfang.

He just came to Jiangyang County, and he didn't have a place to stay for a while, so he appeared directly in Jiangyang County, which was not conducive to action.

That's why he simply killed the leader of this group of bandits, and a dove came to occupy the magpie's nest.

But he didn't expect that the mad knife gate still got the news, and the task was released in the gate.

What was even more unexpected was that Song Ping would actually attack the cottage in such a stormy night that he could barely see his fingers, leaving him no chance to react.

Song Ping asked again: "Then what is Zhao Qiming's strength?"

Zhuo Tianfang replied: "Sixth level Houtian, but he is a disciple of the Blood Shadow Sect after all, and his skills are exquisite, stronger than ordinary sixth level acquired warriors in the Jianghu."