"Okay!" Sang Dongming was overjoyed.

But when Bai Ye saw this, he was suddenly enlightened.

Lang Tianya is worthy of being Lang Tianya, and his scheming is indeed deep!

In fact, from the beginning, he had no real intention to let Sang Dongming take the Death Dragon Sword and be the scapegoat. He just said it deliberately. Which sect leader would let the sect elder do such a thing?

However, Lang Tianya said this deliberately. The purpose was to show it to the elite disciples behind him. He wanted these disciples to know that he, Lang Tianya, treated everyone equally. In this way, he would not lose sight of the peak master.

Prestige, and at the same time throw the blame for the scapegoat to Sang Dongming. If any unlucky person is killed by Bai Ye when he seizes the Death Dragon Sword, it will be Sang Dongming who takes the blame and has nothing to do with him.

He not only took the divine sword, but also protected his reputation, which is perfect!

Lang Tianya, the city is so deep!

"Chen Rong! Go!"

Sang Dongming turned his head and said to an elite disciple.

"Elder, this disciple is definitely no match for the Death Dragon Sword!" The disciple named Chen Rong trembled all over and said hurriedly.

"If you don't go, you will be violating the sect's rules, and I have the right to depose you!" Sang Dongming said in a cold tone.

When Chen Rong heard this, his face was filled with bitterness. He hesitated and walked out of the crowd.

Bai Ye looked at the people walking out quietly, his expression gradually condensing. He quietly looked at the distant hilltop, but saw that a faint light had begun to emit there, so he took half a step back and said to Long Li: "Elder, can you

Do you want to move around?"

"Bai Ye, what are you going to do?" Long Li asked after taking a breath.

"I'll hold them back, you take Prajna and go first! Meet Senior Sister Miao and the others!"

"With our feet, I'm afraid we won't be able to run very far."

"There is no choice. I have set up a formation to buy us some time. If we can, we can leave. If we stay, there is only a dead end!" Bai Ye said solemnly.

Long Li's eyes dimmed and he shook his head: "Son, old man, I have never thought about leaving. This is the place where I was born and raised, and it is my sect. The old man's wish is just to be able to live with this land.

Burial, that's all. If you want to leave, it's your turn!"

"Long Lao really thinks so?" Bai Ye's voice was hoarse.

"The sect exists in name only, but its spirit will last forever. As long as you can inherit it and live up to Long Yuan!" Mr. Long suddenly stood up, stood directly in front of Bai Ye, and said in a deep voice: "You have the Death Dragon Sword. If you want to retreat,

, How dare they chase? Take Elder Prajna away! Hurry up!"

"Chen Rong, do it quickly!"

Sang Dongming yelled.

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

But the next second, the just-cooled divine power of the divine formation surged toward Long Li again. Long Li transformed into the God of War again, his energy became restless, and he punched Chen Rong.

Boom!

Chen Rong's body flew out.

"act recklessly!"

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

Murderous aura breaks out!

"Elder!"

Bai Ye roared, and his arms shook instantly.

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

Roar!!!
Chapter completed!