Therefore, he naturally didn't hold back, and the Dragon Flame Sword further sheared off the upper half of Bai Chong's shadow.
The Stone People wanted to help, but now the three of them were tangled together. If a lightning struck down, all three would be doomed.
That was the High Priest Demon Heart. The future stability of Wulong Mountain depended on her—he couldn't take action.
Bai Ze looked at Qian Jiyun and the others, then at Leng Yikun and Long Xuan, all busy dealing with Bai Chong. It seemed like he was the only one unable to help.
Just as he regretted his own uselessness, he heard An Jiuyue's voice.
"Bai Ze, catch the Sword!"
A long sword gleaming with a silver light flew toward him. He instinctively raised his hand to catch the sword.
"This..."
When he saw clearly the long sword in his hand, he was stunned.
This Sword, how is it exactly the same as the Blue Sun Divine Sword in the High Priestess's hands?
"What are you dazing for? Get in there and slash!"
