"Bai Ye, what are you going to do?" Long Li asked in a sigh.

"I will hold them back, you will take Prajna first! Let's meet with Senior Sister Miao and the others!"

"With our footwork, I'm afraid we can't run much."

"There is no choice. I set up a formation to buy us some time. If we can walk, we will walk. If we stay, we will be dead!" Bai Ye said in a dead end.

Long Li's eyes were dull and he shook his head: "Child, I never thought of leaving. This is the place where I gave birth to me and raised me. It is my sect. The old man's wish is to be buried with this land. That's all, if you want to leave, you should leave!"

"Old Long really thinks this way?" Bai Ye's voice was hoarse.

"The sect is in name only, but the spirit is forever. I just wait for you to inherit and live up to Longyuan!" Old Long suddenly stood up and stood directly in front of Bai Ye, saying in a deep voice: "You have the Death Dragon Sword. If you want to retreat, how dare they chase after him? Take Elder Prajna! Hurry up!"

"Chen Rong, do it quickly!"

Sang Dongming shouted.

The disciple who called Chen Rong gritted his teeth, let out a fierce cry, and rushed over.

But the next second, the divine power of the divine formation that had just cooled rushed towards Long Li again. Long Li turned into the God of War again, and Yuanli was restless and punched Chen Rong with one punch.

Dong!

Chen Rong's body flew out.

"act recklessly!"

Lang Tianya's eyes turned cold and suddenly turned into a afterimage, rushing towards Long Li.

Killing aura bursts out!

"Elder!"

Bai Ye roared, his arms shaking instantly.

The second sword of the Dead Dragon cuts through the sky again!

roar!!!
Chapter completed!