As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly turned cold, and a strong pressure instantly enveloped the Tiandan Tower. It was pressure coming from all directions, heading straight for the Tiandan Tower and towards Feng Jiu and the others.
"Dealt with it? Ha! Do you think we will believe it?"
The grey-robed old man asked in a gloomy voice, his sinister eyes carrying pressure shot straight at Fengjiu. The invisible pressure turned into spiritual thorns that pierced Fengjiu's consciousness. If an ordinary person was attacked by the pressure of a peak immortal saint, he would probably have been unable to bear it.
However, Fengjiu's expression remained unchanged, with a smile that did not reach her eyes on her beautiful face: "If you don't believe it, what will you do?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the four men moved their hands, holding weapons in their hands, and said, "If he's alive, we want him. If he's dead, we want his body! If you don't hand over the body, don't blame us for being rude!"
“Are you planning to take action?” Feng Jiu curled her lips and said, “Think carefully. If you take action, you won’t have the chance to turn around and escape.”
"Really? Then we'd like to see your skills! Let me meet you first!"
Among the four, the weakest Feixian peak cultivator shouted in a deep voice, holding the long sword in his hand and attacked Fengjiu. The moment he rushed out, the spiritual energy on his body burst out, and the sword in his hand was covered with a layer of sharp cold light, and the sword energy whistled out, and the sword energy was pressing.
In the crowd, Yang Xiaoer held her breath nervously, watching the scene in front of her with worry. She couldn't help but pull her father's sleeve and asked, "Dad, can Sister Feng and the others beat those people?"
Looking at the calm Feng Jiu and Xuan Yuan Mo Ze, Patriarch Yang thought for a moment and said, "It should be possible."
After all, he couldn't tell the strength of these two people, not to mention, if they were not sure, how could they dare to provoke these people? But they didn't know what level of strength they were at? How would they fight against these people
As they were watching, they saw that neither Xuanyuan Moze nor Fengjiu in red made a move, but stood quietly and watched. There was a faint smile on Fengjiu's lips, as if she didn't take the attacker seriously.
Just when everyone was worried about her, they saw a gray figure rushing out from the Tiandan Tower and attacking the Feixian peak cultivator. At the same time, a cold snort was heard.
"Want to fight my master? You'll have to get past me first!"
“clang!”
The weapons in the two men's hands collided with each other, making a crisp clanging sound. The pressure of the peak Feixian level radiated as the two men fought, filling the air. The visible air currents surged and collided in waves, and as they swung their swords, a whistling sound was made.
"call out!"
“Clang! Clang! Whoosh!”
The two figures fought with each other, and a gust of air rushed up into the sky. Sword energy and knife lights flew everywhere, scaring everyone to retreat again. On the top of the Tiandan Tower, several men in black had appeared there. They stood there to block the sword energy, preventing the sword energy from destroying the Tiandan Tower.
"hiss!"
The people who retreated far away gasped and looked at the person standing on the Tiandan Tower: "The people from the Tiandan Tower are actually blocking the sword energy? They are all powerful warriors above the Feixian level. It's really a waste of their talents!"