Humans will always leave messages, no matter how carefully they do their work, no matter how precise they process them. www.biquge.info As long as a human being has existed in this world, it is inevitable that he will leave a message.

And Sang Zhefeng can accurately grasp this information, and then follow the vine.

Footprints, smells, places that have been touched, traces of what remains of the road. All of this can be reduced to a movie scene by scene in Sang Zhefeng's eyes, and he can even perfectly restore everything that happened not long ago, forming a complete picture in his mind.

This is an ability called profiling, and it is an introductory lesson for some detectives, but the effect varies from person to person.

Sanzhefeng, on the other hand, can run this ability almost perfectly. His brain is not the same as that of ordinary human beings, if I have to say, his thinking mode is more like a computer without logical blind spots, he can adjust his brain thinking mode very smoothly, and even change his sensory feelings, and some people have even commented that his brain is "God's most perfect creation".

Although that person is no longer there.

All in all, it was easy for Sang Zhefeng to find the episcopal gathering place of the Supreme Bishop, maybe the two guys who came to attack them didn't even have the idea that they would be killed, and they didn't even clean up the traces of their faces, which made Sang Zhefeng find the gathering place of those guys very smoothly.

Although this seems mysterious to people who don't know the ability of profiling at all.

Like Artoria, all that remains on this road is to ask how Sang Zhefeng found his way.

As for the exact location of the Supreme Bishops, they set up the gathering place in a forest near a canyon - and the fellows even built something like a fortress in it. Seriously, it's a good thing that those villagers don't have the habit of going on wild adventures, otherwise they would have been killed by these dangerous elements here.

The three of them hid in the bushes on one side, looking at the fortress-like building over there.

There were no defenses around the building, not even a single patrolman, and the whole building was just sitting here empty, as if inviting people to enter.

Maybe these cultists didn't expect anyone to find this place at all...... But it's very likely that something like a magical barrier has been set up here, and that it shouldn't be friendly to intruders.

Sang Zhefeng carefully observed the structure of the buildings there, constantly calculating various results and processes in his mind, and finally, he turned his head to look at Artoria and Joan of Arc, and said:

"I'll go in in a moment to get the attention of those guys, and you two go to that spire-like place over there, and the enemies there will be handed over to you."

"It's too dangerous!" Artoria frowned and looked at Sanzhefeng, for this suggestion, it was simply inevitable that this knight with the intention of guarding would not accept it.

"Don't worry, I'm very powerful," he shook the sword in his hand and said, "And you have to be careful, you can't keep your hands on these fanatics, if these guys blow themselves up en masse...... I guess even half of the village over there will be blown up. ”

The two girls nodded, and although they still seemed to be slightly resistant to killing, these two were not people who had never killed enemies at all, and they would not show useless sympathy when it was time to do so.

"Alright, now I'll go out first."

After Sang Zhefeng said this, he stood up directly from the grass, and swaggered towards the building.

Artoria and Joan of Arc over there were stunned - such a blatant and swaggering action was simply not afraid that others would not see it!

The enemy did see this arrogant man, and the magic that met the enemy was activated, and the black sand from before burst out directly from the ground and flew towards the Sanzhe wind.

And Sang Zhefeng just slowly pulled out his sword and danced slowly.

The speed of the sword was particularly slow, allowing people to see the trajectory clearly. But for some reason, the black sand slammed into the sword as if it had been stupid, and then shattered in an instant, scattering all over the ground.

Sanzhefeng's pace did not stop and continued to move forward.

And the magic of facing the enemy also seemed to realize that the person in front of him could not be defeated by ordinary means, so he stopped, and let Sanzhe wind go in front of him.

And Sang Zhefeng's face also showed a big, somewhat crazy smile.

Desserts~ I'm here.

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Sang Zhefeng walked into the building.

There's really nothing to describe here, whether it's the architecture or whatever, everything here is the kind of place that doesn't seem anything special at all. The architecture is no different from those simple houses.

Maybe the only difference is that the interior is made of stone.

But there are a lot of people here.

These people look like they have everything. Whether it is a middle-aged person who looks strong, or a young man who is still childish, or an old man; Men with huge weapons, women with good looks, and even a few small children stayed here.

They were uniformly dressed in black, whether it was a trench coat, a leather coat, a warrior's suit, a stabbing service, or an armed armor - all of them were black, and they were all black.

And now, they all looked at Sang Zhefeng, at this man who swaggered in through the door.

Everyone was looking at him, some were surprised, some were crazy, some were dead, and even some looked at him with admiration.

They couldn't even figure out what the hell was going on with this guy in front of them, he walked in with such a swagger, did he think of this place as a place where they could go in and out at will?

Sang Zhefeng stopped and looked at the darkness not far away.

"I didn't expect that," a voice came from the darkness over there, sounding a little flickering and approaching, "and someone else would walk in directly." ”

Sang Zhefeng raised a hand and said with a smile: "If there is a road, why not go in a dignified manner?" ”

The voice in the darkness seemed to be silent for a moment, and said, "Aren't you afraid of death?" Or rather...... Would you like to join us? ”

"Dead? What is that? Is it fun? Sang Zhefeng picked up the sword in his hand and put it in front of his neck, as if he was going to commit suicide, and then he immediately pointed the sword at those people, "You? What is it? My food! ”

He licked his lips and said happily.

【…… Seriously, I really can't comment on your ability to die, in fact, I advise you to run quickly, the strength of these guys in front of you will definitely not be able to make up for it even if you use skills......]

The system said coldly beside him, but Sang Zhefeng obviously didn't listen to it.

And the guys over there also fell into a commotion after hearing Sanzhefeng's words, and the voice in the darkness did not continue to speak.

It's just a clear idea to let these guys kill the deadly guy in front of them.

The muscular man stood up, and the swaying Sanzhe walked away, and he touched it backwards and took out the giant axe pinned to his waist.

Looking at the slowly approaching enemy in front of him, Sang Zhefeng didn't look nervous at all. He held the sword in his hand and looked at the person in front of him very leisurely.

"You've been asking me before, why don't you change to a good sword."

Sang Zhefeng slowly spoke to the system, and the stout man picked up his axe and slashed at him.

A sneer hung on the corner of Sang Zhefeng's mouth, and he slowly raised his hand, and suddenly met the man's wrist, and then the hand holding the sword suddenly swung upward, crossing a beautiful white line.

But the white line is not a work of art that is pleasing to the eye, but a sharp blade designed to kill.

The man's throat was cut in an instant, a large amount of air poured in, blood gushed out like a fountain, and he wanted to cover his neck, which was constantly dying, but it was completely useless.

He's dead.

"Human beings are very fragile, so fragile that the slightest thing can make people throw away their precious lives."

Sang Zhefeng dropped his sword, a smile on his face, and staggered forward.

The rest of the people were obviously surprised by the instant strength of Sang Zhefeng, judging by the breath, the man in front of him was not a swordsman above the fourth order at all, but he killed a third-order warrior in an instant, which was simply incredible to them.

You must know that after reaching the third order, ordinary weapons can no longer hurt them. Those fighters can even rely on their own sense and training level to block ordinary weapons, but this guy in front of him ......

I don't know why, but when everyone saw him, they felt as if they had seen something that was constantly twisting and deforming.

But the Catholics didn't stop attacking at all, or rather, they didn't even have the idea of flinching, they all picked up their weapons and rushed towards Sanzhefeng.

"The human body is a delicate instrument, but the more sophisticated it is, the easier it is to be destroyed."

As if he were teaching, he quickly swung the sword in his hand.

In front of his eyes, those guys who were definitely considered combat effectiveness outside had simply become fish to be slaughtered, and every enemy who rushed over was instantly knocked down, and their bodies were usually only a sword wound, but this sword basically cost these people's lives.

"The human brain, on the other hand, is a stupid conditioned sensory device that can instantly change their perception with the slightest change."

The mage's attack was ready, but the moment before they threw the magic in their hands, Sang Zhefeng tossed the sword in his hand back and forth, sending out something whimpering. Then, something happened that the mages couldn't believe at all - their mages were completely missed, and none of them fell on the man.

Immediately after, Sang Zhefeng appeared next to them in an instant, and in front of their eyes, that crazy and distorted expression appeared in front of them.

The screams rang out, and Sang Zhefeng did not kill these mages instantly, but slashed out a large area of wounds at high speed, making them lose their ability to cast spells due to severe pain.

"Hee-hee-hee~ha~hahaha

Sang Zhefeng laughed maniacally, his face had turned into a terrifying twist, and the sword in his hand had become a devil who harvested his life.

This is no longer a battle.

This is a massacre.

"How wonderful~How cute~" He kept waving the sword in his hand, cutting off countless limbs. "Your screams are so cute! It's wonderful! Perfect! Perfect!! Perfect!!! ”

Those who are the epishops are now a little confused - whether they are villains or whether the person in front of them is a villain.

But there was also a feeling of fear in their hearts - this guy in front of them could not be understood by common sense at all, this guy was simply the devil!

"Hahahahaha

Crazy laughter spread here, the cultists were completely panicked, they wanted to blow themselves up, but they suddenly found that they had their heads cut off before they even had time to blow themselves up, they wanted to resist, but they found that they were now terrified as soon as they saw that man.

It's not a notch of battle at all.

【You...... You're just crazy! 】

After a long silence, the system finally pops up such a dialog box. It was completely stunned just now, it didn't expect things to turn out like this - it thought that even if it didn't work well, Sang Zhefeng would just want to kill one like Long Aotian and shout, "Who else?" ”

But it was thought there that it would be so.

"Oh? Lose your marbles? Sang Zhefeng stopped, and then a big smile broke into his face.

"I've been crazy for a long time."