The remaining masters of the Shenzong were also in a state of order, gathering towards their purple shirts from all directions.

Even other Mén sect masters in the Divine Sword League were isolated to the outer layer intentionally or unintentionally.

In this situation of losing the leader, it is undoubtedly difficult for the people of this sect to trust even if they are allies.

Love clothes, Xiaolong NV and a few people, their faces flashed with anger, but then they took the initiative to restrain their subordinates.

And around Yi Yun, who was still sitting cross-legged and adjusting her breathing, there was no idea when a group of masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect surrounded him and were alert to guard the guards.

For a moment, as the white shirt fell down and the purple shirt ordered that the originally intimate Divine Sword Alliance became clear.

Zishan was far away and gave an apology look at the two of the love-in-laws. The love-in-law Xiaolong NV responded clearly.

How many decades of love are jokes? But now, the Divine Sword Alliance is no longer the brother alliance of the past. Whether it is the world or the Wudang Sect, it is not too loyal to the Shenzong.

With a wave of her sleeves, the purple shirt took the masters away. As for keeping people and connecting with Fu Zongshu, she had no thoughts.

Watching the large group of white-clothed masters leave, the love-clothed little dragon nv and sighed.

Behind them, many disciples, looking at the direction of the departure of the Shenzong, all looked resentful.

For sincere friends, distrust is the biggest insult. But many times, trust needs to be paid. At this moment, Zishan can't afford this price...

............

Blocking messages is not so easy.

Shortly after the master of the Shenzong left, the news that Baiyi was seriously injured and dying was spreading...
Chapter completed!