"Okay, I don't have the patience to waste time with you here!" Ling Hao interrupted him.
"If you want to survive, confess the person behind you, and then take me to the City Lord's Mansion, and I will give you a way to survive."
"Or, just send a message to the person behind you and ask him to save you!"
"Of course, if you choose the second option, then you have to pray that your backer must be stronger than me, otherwise, I will take your life!"
"You are so self-righteous!" Ma Qi responded after taking a deep breath.
"Although I admit that I am not your opponent, you should know what it means to be someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. With your little strength, you are like an ant in front of a truly strong person!"
"It seems that you already have a choice?" Ling Hao smiled faintly.
"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have that kind of strength!" Ma Qi continued in a deep voice.
As he finished speaking, he used all his strength to launch a wave of attacks at Ling Hao, causing waves of energy to surge.
At the same time, his figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already a thousand meters away.
"You can't escape!" Ling Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chased after him with a phantom mad knife that had become a spiritual power, with overwhelming force.
laugh!
After Ma Qi continued to run a few hundred meters away, the Phantom Mad Saber flashed past his shoulder, and an arm flew into the air.
"Hmm..." Ma Qi groaned and fell forward two or three hundred meters away, his face as pale as wax.
What horrified him was that as soon as he stabilized his body, he felt a strong aura of death envelope him, and his pupils shrank instantly.
He wanted to avoid it, but in his current state he couldn't.
"He Lao, save me!" Ma Qi, who was dying, shouted loudly.
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, a substantial wave of air surged over, and Ling Hao's phantom mad sword exploded instantly.
A strong wave of air shook and Ma Qi was once again blown away a distance of four to five hundred meters, but at least he saved a life.
"Thank you, Mr. He!"
Ma Qi, who had walked away from the gate of hell, stabilized his body, looked at an old man coming from the sky and spoke.
"Trash!" The old man glanced at Ma Qi and then turned to look at Ling Hao: "Are you Ling Hao from the Sky City?"
"Nonsense!" Ling Hao said calmly: "You deliberately lured me from Honglan City to Nanman City. Don't tell me that you haven't seen my portrait yet!"
"You're so young, you have a pretty tough mouth!" The old man stared at Ling Hao with sharp eyes: "I hope you can keep being tough!".
"If your guess is correct, you should be one of the ten heroes of the temple, right?" Ling Hao said calmly.
Although he could not detect the other party's specific cultivation level, he could roughly deduce from the aura on the old man's body that his cultivation level was similar to that of the man named Tuo Jue a few days ago.
At least he has the strength of the eighth-grade Heavenly Dao, so he made such a guess!
"Knowing that we deliberately lured you to Nanman City, only two people came. I really don't know where your confidence comes from!" The old man acquiesced to Ling Linghao's question.
"I'm very curious, what is your purpose in bringing me to Nanman City?" Ling Hao continued.
"What's the use of knowing so much for a dying person!" the old man replied.
"Then let's fight until you are willing to say it!" Ling Hao's tone was serious.
Before he finished speaking, he took out the Qilin Sword from Najie and slashed it out, causing a crack in the void.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" The old man snorted coldly, and grabbed his hand in the direction of the sword light, and the sword light exploded instantly.
Immediately afterwards, with a flip of his wrist, a bolt of lightning struck towards Ling Hao at great speed.
A strong man in the eighth level of Heavenly Dao Realm is obviously no joke.
After taking action, the void became extremely distorted, as if it was about to collapse at any time.