*Hoo hoo~~*
The strong wind carried the white snow, sweeping it past the eight people in front of the pavilion.
Feng Yu Die had her back against the cedar and held the sword tightly in her right hand, looking back and forth at the seven people in front of her, beating herself up over the mistake she made.
The four people closest to her were only at the early stage of the *Foundation Building*, posing little threat to her. It would only take one sword blow to take care of each one. However, behind those four individuals stood a slightly taller man who had reached the later stage of the *Foundation Building* and appeared to be a Dharma cultivator specializing in magic arts.
Feng Yu Die used to boast that no matter how many cultivators at the same level as hers came, she could handle them all at once. She had never backed down from anyone when it came to swordsmanship.
But it was different when it came to Dharma practitioners.
Most of them were not good at close combat, so they excelled in body control and escaping techniques, and they usually carried many magical tools with them.
Once those cultivators unleashed their power, there would be lots of talismans and spells used to attack, and at that point, it would be hard for her to even get closer.
In other words, if she wanted a chance to fight, she had to kill the person in the late stage of *Foundation Building* as soon as the fight started.
However, in order to kill that person, she had to pass through the four people in front first. Moreover, behind that person were another two early *Foundation Building* stage cultivators – one man and one woman.
If she failed, she would be exposed on both sides.
Xiao Tian sat on Feng Yu Die's shoulder and, seeing her predicament, said, *"Yu Die, should I ask our old pal to come out?"*
"No." Feng Yu Die slightly shook her head and whispered, "The commotion is too big; didn't Young Master Ye say that we must let Jiujiu and Eldest Miss be kidnapped quietly? Call out the dragon, and the entire Sword Sect will find out."
Xiao Tian glanced at her, then looked at the seven people in front of her with pursed lips.
Anyway, if Yu Die encountered a real danger, she would immediately call out the golden dragon for support.
*"Then, what are you going to do?"*
"Young Master Ye is probably somewhere nearby. When I charge ahead, he will definitely come out to help me."
Xiao Tian stared at Feng Yu Die with a large, contented smile and stopped talking.
Feng Yu Die gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. A golden spiritual light appeared in her eyes, and she moved her right foot back half a step...
*Boom!---*
The snow on the ground exploded.
Feng Yu Die swayed and vanished in an instant. The cultivators in the early stages of *Foundation Building* could not even catch her figure with their eyesight. They only felt a strong wind whistling by their ears.
In the next moment, a crisp sound of iron striking iron resounded in the forest.
*Ding—*
The four people turned their heads and realized that Feng Yu Die had already arrived in front of their leader and he had blocked her sword with a dagger in his right hand.
Feng Yu Die was not surprised. She quickly twisted her body, retracting her sword. Pivoting on her right foot, she swung the sword around and aimed the blade at the side neck of the cultivator in front of her.
In terms of physical abilities, she, a mid-stage *Foundation Building* cultivator, naturally, could not compare to someone in the late-stage *Foundation Building*.
No matter how fast she was, the opponent would definitely be able to react. However, even a *Foundation Building* cultivator's body was not as hard as a sword. As long as she could cut off their head, it didn't matter if they were in the later or early stages.
Most cultivators instinctively used spiritual energy to protect their bodies when facing a sword attack instead of dodging.
Once this person had chosen to use spiritual energy to control their body, he would win.
That's what Feng Yu Die thought.
However, the man glanced at her sword and did not use spiritual power. Instead, he raised his right hand and blocked her wrist with a muffled sound.
*Dong—*
"Eh?"
"Are you looking down on me, thinking you can defeat me with one move?" The man looked at her disdainfully as he commanded, "Attack!"
At his command, the four people behind Feng Yu Die reacted. They all raised their swords and approached from behind her, thrusting their swords forward.
"Hiss--"
Feng Yu Die glanced behind and took a sharp breath.
She had no choice but to twist her body again, gripping tightly onto her sword with her right hand. With a sweeping motion, she deflected all four incoming swords.
*Ding ding—*
Sparks flew.
*"Behind you!"*
Xiao Tian, perched on Feng Yu Die's shoulder, shouted a warning. Feng Yu Die understood, but she had no time to spare and had to turn around again and lay the sword horizontally in front of her.
*Boom!---*
A burst of fire almost touched her sword, engulfing her instantly in flames.
The man waved, and a golden brick flew out of his storage bag, crashing into the huge fireball.
*Dang–-*
The explosion pushed Feng Yu Die back, and she plowed a ditch over twenty feet long into the snow-covered ground, stopping when her back foot was propped onto a cedar trunk.
She maintained the blockage with her sword, but the golden brick didn't stop pushing, pressing her sword blade into a bow-like arc.
"Yi ya!!"
Feng Yu Die gritted her teeth and pushed hard, making the golden brick bounce away.
Seeing this, the man raised his hand, and with a wave, the golden brick flew back into his storage bag. He then took out several talismans from his sleeve and shouted, "Go!"
At the same time, he threw a talisman toward Feng Yu Die.
The other four cultivators also lowered their bodies and rushed toward her. Feng Yu Die leaned against the cedar tree, watching the four people coordinate their attacks with that man's talisman.
Things were not looking good. The fire talisman just burned a hole through her clothes; it was now burning and painful. The golden brick even dislocated her right wrist.
She gritted her teeth and finally shouted. "Xiao Tian! Let..."
Feng Yu Die had no choice but to summon the Holy Emperor Dragon Body to confront the enemy. However, before she could finish speaking, blood gushed out from the throat of the cultivator in the later stage of *Foundation Building*.
"Cough..."
A long sword pierced his neck from behind.
The man looked at the sword blade coming out of his neck, choked on blood, and slowly turned his head in disbelief to look behind him. He saw that the person who stabbed him in the neck was actually the kid who had come with He Longyu earlier.
"Cough... you..."
"..."
Ye Anping narrowed his eyes, twisted the right hand holding the sword half a circle, and swept horizontally. A silver arc flashed as the head flew off, tracing a parabola in the sky.
At the same time, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Ha--!!!"
The sound waves blew away the snow at his feet.
The four people rushing toward Feng Yu Die were stopped in their tracks by his shout. They turned around, only to see their leader's head falling to the ground in a burst of blood.
"..."
For a moment, they froze on the spot.
*Whoosh—*
Ye Anping swung his sword horizontally, shaking off the blood on it. He glanced at Yu Shuiting, who was now standing behind him motionless, then bypassed the headless body, taking two steps forward, and beckoned with his left hand toward those four individuals.
