"Third Elder, save me!" The old man's pupils shrank sharply, and his voice spread throughout the void.
"Boy, stop!" Another old man's voice came over, and at the same time, a strong wind blocked the sword light.
Then, two old men, one tall and one short, appeared from the sky.
"Brother Ling Hao, you have indeed guessed it!" Zi Ling's voice sounded in Ling Hao's sea of consciousness.
"Can we find out the cultivation level of the two of them?" Ling Hao asked in his heart.
"Both of them are in the ninth-grade heavenly realm!" Zi Ling responded.
"So exaggerated?" Ling Hao was slightly stunned.
Although he knew that the strength of the Holy Temple should not be underestimated, it was too exaggerated to think that these two people who came out were ninth-grade Tiandao!
"Yeah!" Zi Ling responded: "But brother Ling Hao, don't worry, you just need to hold one of them down for a minute or two!"
"So confident?" Ling Hao smiled.
"Of course!" Zi Ling said again: "This kind of ant will never have three tricks!"
"..." Ling Hao's mouth twitched slightly.
Zi Ling seems to be getting more and more crazy!
The peerless expert of the ninth level of heaven has turned into an ant in her eyes!
"Husband, are you okay?" At this moment, Qin Yuxin Yukong came to Ling Hao.
After more than a dozen rounds, her opponents, including the third-grade Tiandao deputy commander, all lay down, either dead or maimed.
"It's okay!" Ling Hao gave her a calm look.
"Yeah!" Qin Yuxin made a general inspection of Ling Hao's situation and found that it was indeed nothing serious, so she felt relieved.
Then, he looked at the two old men coming from the sky: "These two people should be more than the eighth level!"
"Yes!" Ling Hao nodded in response: "Both of them are ninth-grade Heavenly Dao!"
"It seems that we still underestimated the Holy Church!" Qin Yuxin's face was slightly solemn.
"You must have lured us out on purpose, right?" At this time, the other two people had arrived not far from Ling Hao. The old man in blue robe looked at Ling Hao and said coldly.
With his strength, he could naturally see that Ling Hao had reservations about his previous sword attack.
"Send your name!" Ling Hao didn't answer the conversation.
"The third elder of the church, Yu Ling!" After finishing speaking, the old man in blue robe pointed at the other old man in gray robe: "The fourth elder of the church, Yu He!"
"The Holy Church thinks highly of me!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes.
"I have a question that I'm very curious about!" Yu Ling looked at Ling Hao and said, "You deliberately lured us out. What did you rely on?"
"Don't tell me that it's difficult for you to activate that knife now. Even if you can, you may not be able to compete with us, right?"
"To lure you out, I will naturally take your lives!" Ling Hao smiled faintly.
"Just you two?" Yu He glanced at Ling Hao coldly.
Perhaps both of them were absolutely confident that even if Ling Hao's Qi returned to its peak, it would not pose a threat to them, so they were not in a hurry to take action.
"Killing you is enough!" Ling Hao smiled again and continued: "If you are willing to answer a few questions for me, I can consider letting you leave alive!"
"You are very humorous!" Yu Ling responded: "But I want to hear what questions you want to ask?"
"It's nothing!" Ling Hao shrugged his shoulders: "I just want to understand the high-end combat power of the temple!"
"What do you mean by this, do you plan to start a full-scale war with the Holy Church?" Yu He said with a scornful expression: "I can only say two words to you, you are ignorant and fearless!"
"Don't want to say it?" Ling Hao smiled.
"You are extremely ignorant. Do you really think that with your little strength, you can compete with the Holy Church..." Yu He continued to speak.
"Zi Ling, kill him!" Before the other party finished speaking, Ling Hao's tone dropped.
