C40 Jian Ling

Sword Ridge, sword wind whizzing.

Mr. Yanyun, Qiu Fengqing, and Ling Xiaoyu were standing about three meters away from each other. They watched as another wave of foreign invaders arrived.

This kind of life had already persisted on for a very long time and Sword Ridge Sword Cultivator had long since gotten used to it. At that time