As Zhao Feng's perception was strengthened to the third-level specialization, his perception became remote and ordinary people's acumen, and he could feel that the seventh-level sword master exuded an extremely terrifying momentum, and he was indeed an extremely powerful powerhouse.

With Zhao Feng's current strength, he is definitely only killed in seconds, no matter in terms of combat experience and strength level, Zhao Feng himself has no advantage.

But Zhao Feng was not afraid at all!

The swamp crocodile in the rear had already turned around, revealing two missile launch slots on both sides of the mechanical armor, and the flames flickered, and two ground-to-ground automatic homing missiles instantly shot the swordsmith out.

The speed of the ground-to-ground automatic homing missile was as high as Mach 7, and in an instant, it came to the seventh-level sword master.

That seventh-level sword master deserved to be a powerhouse in this magical world that was extremely close to the peak. I saw that his eyes were condensed, his spirit and spirit climbed to the peak realm, and the cyan fighting spirit on his body appeared in front of Zhao Feng's eyes like a substance, and the long sword in his hand continuously burst out bursts of sword shadows that were difficult for ordinary people to see with the naked eye, and two cyan fighting qi slashed the two ground-to-ground automatic homing missiles.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Two huge explosions sounded, and the two ground-to-ground automatic homing missiles were actually cut open out of thin air by the seventh-level swordsman, and a huge explosion occurred.

Bang!

Just as the seventh-level swordsman slashed down two ground-to-ground automatic homing missiles, his tense spirit relaxed a little, and a crisp sniper rifle gunfire rang out in the sky.

The seventh-level swordsman who had just cut off two ground-to-ground automatic homing missiles was pierced through the abdomen by an armor-piercing bullet, and the whole person flew backwards six or seven meters backwards as if he had been hit with a heavy blow, and this shot broke his intestines.

Although this seventh-level swordsman was extremely powerful and had a body strengthened by fighting energy, and could even resist the slashing of ordinary swords, it could not block the armor-piercing bullet attack that even a tank could penetrate.

Zhao Feng held a sniper rifle in his hand, watched the seventh-level swordsman fall to the ground through the scope, and fired another shot unhurriedly, hitting the seventh-level swordsman's right shoulder with great accuracy, and once again scrapped his right arm.

The swamp giant crocodile was also under Zhao Feng's order, put away the swamp technique, and strode towards this side, each step made the nearby ground shake slightly.

"Don't kill me! I'm a nobleman! I'm a knight of Pierre, I'm willing to be your prisoner, and I'm willing to pay a ransom to redeem my freedom!"

On the mainland, if the average nobleman is defeated in battle and captured by another nobleman, then he has the right to pay a ransom in exchange for his freedom, which is an international practice. And even as a captive, the other party cannot insult him, which is the prerogative of the nobility.

Therefore, when the two human nations were at war, most of the sacrifices were ordinary warriors, and the nobles were relatively few killed and enslaved.

Zhao Feng looked at Pierre, sneered, and pulled the trigger mercilessly!

With a bang, Pierre's right leg was blasted with a bloody hole.

Pierre was also thrown to the ground in disbelief.

Zhao Feng did not stop attacking, constantly pulling the trigger, and fired a shot at all four limbs of Pierre, nullifying his resistance power.

"You devil...... God... Will be punished....punished... Your!" said Pierre, lying in a pool of blood, cursing with great difficulty.

Zhao Feng watched Pierre's life pass through that insight eye.

When Pierre became extremely weak, Zhao Feng's hand flashed, and he already had a slave card in place.

Zhao Feng trotted and ran to Napierre's side, and the enslavement card in his hand shot out to envelop Napierre, and ingested the powerless Pierre into the slavery card.

"Third Grade Bronze Original Card - Slave Card! (Used!) Enslaved Creature, Human! Name, Pierre. status, endangered. Strength 7 (10), Mental Power 8 (10), Agility 7 (10), Muscle Vitality 60 (10), Intelligence 5 (10), Physical Strength 8 (10). Seventh-level bronze warrior. With special skills, Douqi Protection, Douqi Slash, and Douqi Strengthening. Marine Warriors!Natural Recovery, Three Months. Forcibly recovering costs 200 energy points. ”

The more powerful the creature, the more energy will be consumed by using forced recovery, and this Pierre is a level 7 bronze warrior, and if he needs to fully recover his surname, he must consume 200 energy points, which is four times more than the swamp monitor lizard.

"Is it forced to reinstate?"

"Yes!" Zhao Feng had a stomach full of questions to ask, so naturally he didn't pay attention to that bit of energy.

With Zhao Feng's order, a green light fell on the slave card, on the bronze card, with his eyes closed, and there were blood holes in many parts of his body, Pierre slowly opened his eyes, and all the wounds on his body faded.

As soon as Zhao Feng's mind moved, the intact Pierre appeared in front of him, but there was no half of killing intent in Pierre's eyes, only taming.

"What is the purpose of your visit this time?" Zhao Feng asked at this time, he just felt the killing intent, so he made the first move in advance and killed this team cleanly, if he was ambushed by that team, it was very likely that he would also die or be captured.

After all, Zhao Feng's own true strength, after equipping the basic quality card, is only a fourth-level bronze warrior.

"We're here to rob you and seize the golden ticket you've got!" Pierre said honestly, after being bound by the slavery card, they couldn't disobey any of Zhao Feng's orders, and they couldn't do anything bad to Zhao Feng.

"Who sent you?" Zhao Feng asked with a frown.

"Viscount Gerley has sent us!" replied Pierre.

"Viscount Gerley?" Zhao Feng originally thought that Nabolie wanted to kill people and take money after the auction, but he didn't expect to meet a person who had nothing to do with him.

And to be able to command a strong man like Pierre, a seventh-level swordsman, it is obvious that this Viscount Gerley is not a guy with an empty title and no fief, but a viscount with extremely large power.

Zhao Feng's status as a junior magician at this time was already comparable to some minor nobles, but it was nothing compared to a big nobleman with huge power and intricate relationships in this country.

Even with Napierre's confession, if he wants to go through the legal process and bring down a great nobleman with such a powerful power, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

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