As Zhao Feng's perception was strengthened to the third level of specialization, his perception became far sharper than that of ordinary people. He could feel that the seventh-level swordsman exuded an extremely terrifying aura. He was indeed an extremely powerful person.
The tyrannical strong man.
With Zhao Feng's current strength, he can only be killed instantly. No matter in terms of combat experience or strength level, Zhao Feng himself has no advantage at all.
But Zhao Feng was not afraid at all!
The giant swamp crocodile behind had already turned around. Two missile launch slots were exposed on both sides of the mechanical armor. The fire flashed and two ground-to-ground automatic tracking missiles instantly shot out the swordsman.
The speed of the ground-to-ground automatic tracking missile was as high as Mach 7. In an instant, it arrived in front of the seventh-level swordsman.
The seventh-level swordsman is worthy of being a strong man who is very close to the top in this magical world. His eyes were focused, and his energy and spirit climbed to the peak level, and the green fighting spirit on his body appeared in front of Zhao Feng as if it had substance.
In front of his eyes, the long sword in his hand continuously erupted with sword shadows that were difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye, and two cyan fighting spirit slashes hit the two ground-to-ground automatic tracking missiles.
boom!
boom!
Two huge explosions sounded, and the two ground-to-ground automatic tracking missiles were cut open by the seventh-level swordsman out of thin air, causing a huge explosion.
Bang!
Just as the seventh-level swordsman slashed down two ground-to-surface automatic tracking missiles, and his tense spirit relaxed a little, a crisp sound of a sniper rifle shot rang out in the sky.
The seventh-level swordsman who had just slashed away two ground-to-ground automatic tracking missiles was pierced by an armor-piercing bullet in the abdomen. His whole body felt like he had been punched hard, and he flew backwards six to seven meters. This shot
, broke his intestines.
Although this seventh-level swordsman's body was extremely powerful and strengthened by fighting spirit, he could even withstand the slashes of ordinary swords, but he could not stop the armor-piercing bullet attack that could penetrate even a tank.
Zhao Feng held a sniper rifle and watched the seventh-level swordsman fall to the ground through the scope. He fired another shot without haste, hitting the right shoulder of the seventh-level swordsman with incomparable accuracy.
, and his right arm was disabled again.
The giant swamp crocodile also put away its swamp magic under Zhao Feng's order and strode towards this side. Every step made the nearby ground shake slightly.
"Don't kill me! I'm a noble! I'm Chevalier Pierre. I'm willing to be your prisoner and pay a ransom to redeem my freedom!" The seven-year-old man's abdomen was pierced and his right shoulder was smashed.
However, the superior swordsman Pierre was still not dead. He still stood up, looked at Zhao Feng who was standing far away, and shouted loudly in pain.
On the mainland, if a general noble is defeated and captured by another noble, he has the right to pay a ransom in exchange for his freedom. This is an international practice. And even if he is a prisoner, the other party cannot insult him. This is
The privileges of nobility.
Therefore, when two human countries went to war, most of the casualties were ordinary soldiers, while nobles rarely died in battle or became slaves.
Zhao Feng looked at Pierre, sneered, and pulled the trigger without mercy!
There was a bang and a bloody hole was blasted out of Pierre's right leg.
Pierre also fell to the ground with a face full of disbelief.
Zhao Feng did not stop attacking, and kept pulling the trigger, shooting all of Pierre's limbs, destroying his ability to resist.
"You devil...God...will punish...punish...you!" Pierre fell into a pool of blood and cursed with great difficulty.
Zhao Feng watched Pierre's life pass through his insightful eyes.
When Pierre became extremely weak, Zhao Feng flashed a green light in his hand, and there was already a slave card in his hand.
Zhao Feng jogged and ran to Pierre's side. The slave card in his hand shot out a stream of green light that enveloped Pierre, sucking the defenseless Pierre into the slave card.
), intelligence 5(10), physical strength 8(10). Seventh-level bronze warrior. Possess special skills, fighting spirit body protection, fighting spirit slashing, fighting spirit strengthening. Land combat warrior! Natural recovery, three months. Forced recovery requires the consumption of energy points
200."
The more powerful a creature is, the more energy it consumes when using forced recovery. This Pierre is a seventh-level bronze warrior. To fully recover, he must consume 200 energy points in one go, which is four times as much as that of the swamp monitor lizard.
.
"Do you want to force restore it?"
"Yes!" Zhao Feng had a lot of questions to ask, so naturally he didn't take that energy point seriously.
Following Zhao Feng's order, a green light fell on the slave card. On the bronze card, Pierre, who had his eyes closed and many bloody holes in his body, slowly opened his eyes.
All the wounds have faded away.
Zhao Feng thought, and the intact Pierre appeared in front of him, but there was no killing intent in Pierre's eyes, only tameness.
"What is the purpose of your visit this time?" Zhao Feng then asked. He just felt the murderous intention, so he took the first step and killed this team cleanly. If he was caught by surprise by that team,
In an ambush, it is very likely that he will die or be captured.
After all, Zhao Feng's own true strength, after equipped with basic quality cards, is only a level four bronze warrior.
"We are here to rob and kill you and seize the golden ticket you obtained!" Pierre said honestly. After being bound by the slave card, they could not disobey any of Zhao Feng's orders, nor could they attack Zhao Feng.
Any ill intentions.
"Who sent you here?" Zhao Feng frowned and asked.
"Viscount Gurley sent us!" Pierre replied.
"Viscount Gurley?" Zhao Feng originally thought that it was the Bolie Auction Company who wanted to kill someone and take the money, but he didn't expect to meet someone who had nothing to do with him.
And being able to command a strong man like Pierre, a seventh-level swordsman, it was obvious that this Viscount Gurley was not just a guy with an empty title and no fief, but a Viscount with extremely huge power.
Zhao Feng's status as a junior magician at this time was comparable to that of some small nobles, but compared to a large nobleman who had huge power and intricate connections in this country, it was nothing at all.
Even with Pierre's confession, it would be tantamount to wishful thinking to go through legal procedures to bring down such a powerful nobleman.