"Xiahou, it's been a long time since we last met."
"How have you been?"
Jiang Ding looked at the figure surrounded by many army formations, his face breaking into a smile, his demeanor extremely warm and exceedingly polite.
He attempted to establish a rapport.
To buy time, waiting for the arrival of the Third Army Group led by Jin Lingfeng.
Hum! Hum hum!
The Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated excitedly without stopping, conveying feelings of extreme joy, much happier than seeing Immortal Li Han.
The bombing sound of the armor-piercing shells and the roaring of the Golden Pill battle magic continued without pause.
"Great Sun Swordsman!"
Xia Houding sneered coldly, "Ambushing from the shadows is hardly the act of a sword cultivator; I wonder if your Sword Heart has wavered?"
His Divine Sense swept over, closely observing the young man in green before him.
This was not a groundless suspicion.
