As soon as these words were said, the air suddenly became cold, and the powerful pressure instantly enveloped the Tiandan Tower. It was the pressure from all sides, heading towards the Tiandan Tower and heading towards Fengjiu and others.

"Dispose it? Haha! Do you think we will believe it?"

The old man in gray asked in a gloomy voice, his sinister eyes shot directly at Fengjiu with pressure. The invisible pressure turned into spiritual sting blades and stabbed Fengjiu's spiritual consciousness. If ordinary people were attacked by the peak Immortal Saint's power to attack the spiritual consciousness with pressure, they would probably not be able to bear it.

However, Feng Jiu's expression remained unchanged, and her beautiful face was filled with a faint smile: "If you don't believe it, what do you think?"

Just as her voice fell, the four people moved their hands, holding weapons in their hands, and said, "I want to see people alive, and I want to see corpses when I die! If I don't hand over the corpse, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Is this going to do it?" Feng Jiu curled his lips and said, "You should consider it. If you want to turn around and want to escape, you will have no chance."

"Is that so? Then we have to learn about your skills! Let me meet you first!"

Among the four, the lowest-strength peak Feixian cultivator shouted in a deep voice, holding the long sword in his hand and attacking Fengjiu. The moment he flew out, the spiritual power burst out on his body, and the sharp sword in his hand was filled with a layer of sharp cold light. The sword energy roared and the sword energy was impatient.

In the crowd, Yang Xiaoer held his breath nervously and looked at the scene ahead with concern. She couldn't help but pull her dad's sleeve and asked, "Dad, can Sister Feng and the others beat those people?"

Looking at Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Moze who were calm and composed, the head of the Yang family thought for a while and said, "It should be possible."

After all, he couldn't tell the depth of these two people's strength, let alone, if they were not sure, how could they dare to mess with these people? I just don't know what level of their strength is? How will they fight against these people?

Just as they were looking at it, they saw that neither Xuanyuan Moze nor Feng Jiu in red did to take action, but stood quietly. Looking at Feng Jiu's lips, there was a faint smile, as if he was not taking the person coming in his eyes.

Just as everyone was worried about her, a gray figure flew out of the Tiandan Tower and attacked the peak Feixian monk. At the same time, a cold snorted voice also came out.

"Want to fight with my master? Let's pass this level first!"

"Clang!"

The weapons in the hands of the two collided with each other, making a crisp clanging sound. The pressure of the peak of Feixian emanated with the fight between the two, spreading in the air. The air flow visible to the naked eye surged and made a whistling sound as their swords swung out.

"call out!"

"Sharp! Sharp! Sharp!"

Two figures fought together, rolled up a stream of air and soared into the sky. The sword energy and sword light flew everywhere, which shocked everyone to retreat again. And on that Tiandan Tower, there were some men in black standing there. They stood there blocking the sword energy, avoiding the sword energy from destroying the Tiandan Tower.

"hiss!"
Chapter completed!