Speaking of this, Shen Jianshu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity I'm old and can't help him after all."

Shen Jianshu raised his thermos and took a sip of hot tea, a look of desolation on his face.

Listening to Shen Jianshu's muttering, Ji Pingyang couldn't help but look at Ji Kun, who was like a porcelain doll in his arms. This little brat would also grow up and leave him one day, right?

"Old Shen, the universe is vast, and humans are just fleeting passersby, just specks of dust that are too small to be seen. In the end, we're all just a pile of dirt."

He patted Shen Jianshu on the shoulder.

"Don't be obsessed with these things. Eat and drink when you should, and don't take things to heart."

"I hope so," Shen Jianshu said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

The battle between Ma Fei and Xing Yuanxiao in the starry sky became more and more intense. No one had expected that Ma Fei could fight Xing Yuanxiao, who had mastered a strand of the Law of Death, for so long.

Xing Yuanxiao roared and activated the long sword in his hand, and a black light shot out, slashing towards Ma Fei.

Tens of thousands of sword lights flooded the starry sky. This was the terrifying power of a pseudo-god-tier peak sword cultivator.

Facing this terrifying attack, Ma Fei tried his best to resist, but was still quickly cut into a bloody mess by Xing Yuanxiao's sword intent, and blood gushed out.

But Ma Fei's expression was still firm, without the slightest intention of retreating.

Xing Yuanxiao sneered.

"You are just a junior, yet you have such attainments in swordsmanship. You are indeed worthy of pride, but your mistake is that you are too arrogant! You must know that there is always someone better, and there is always a sky beyond the sky! Young people should be humble."

"Sorry, I, Ma Fei, really don't know how to write the word 'humility' in my life."

Ma Fei coldly raised his head and shouted in a deep voice.

"Today, not only will I win, but I will also kill you, you old dog!"

During that whole year in the Sword Soul Tomb, feeling the various sword intents of countless predecessors, Ma Fei finally walked his own path and comprehended his own sword.

Ma Fei raised his long sword, and sword lights surged on the sword.

An unspeakable feeling appeared in everyone's hearts. At this moment, it was as if all the worries in people's hearts had disappeared.

Looking at the worry-free sword (Wuyou Jian) in his hand, which was unmatched in sharpness, Ma Fei finally had an expression on his face and murmured in a low voice.

"With the Wuyou Jian here, the sword brings no worries. With my one sword, I exchange for your lifetime of peace and happiness."

The Wuyou Jian seemed to sense something, and the awakened weapon spirit within it trembled frantically at this moment, responding to Ma Fei's sword intent.

Then, whether it was Ma Fei or the Wuyou Jian, they gradually fell silent, without a trace of aura leaking out, looking like an ordinary person and an ordinary sword.

Xing Yuanxiao's mind exploded.

"The realm of returning to simplicity!"

Xing Yuanxiao couldn't help but exclaim, his face full of horror and disbelief, with a hint of jealousy hidden in his eyes.

As a fellow sword cultivator, the realm of returning to simplicity was a realm he had pursued for a lifetime without entering.

Even now that he had obtained a fragment of the Law of Death and was only one step away from becoming a true god, he had never entered the realm of returning to simplicity.

But now, right before his eyes, a young man less than thirty years old had actually entered the realm of returning to simplicity in front of him. How could Xing Yuanxiao accept this?

"This is impossible!" Xing Yuanxiao's expression became distorted.

This scene was as unacceptable as a goddess you had chased for three years sleeping with someone else in three days without protection.

The eyes of the others were also filled with horror.

Less than thirty years old, entering the realm of returning to simplicity that other sword cultivators had been painstakingly pursuing for a lifetime, what kind of evildoer was this?

This man seemed to be born for the sword.

Ma Fei's sword vividly explained to them, if hard work was useful, what was the point of talent?

Ji Pingyang looked at Ma Fei, his eyes also full of relief.

The student has surpassed the master, and there is nothing more gratifying for a teacher than this.

Ma Fei ignored the exclamations from the outside world, raised the Wuyou Jian in his hand above his head, and then calmly stabbed towards Xing Yuanxiao.

Xing Yuanxiao's hair stood on end, and a chill ran up his spine to the top of his head.

From this sword, he felt an extremely strong sense of danger!

"Don't think that you can challenge me just because you have entered the realm of returning to simplicity. You underestimate me too much, and you also underestimate the peak of the pseudo-god tier!"

Xing Yuanxiao let out a roar, and then pointed the sword in his hand at Ma Fei.

"Sword Twenty-Three!"

The sword vibrated, and thousands of death sword lights condensed out, with sword intent filling the sky, sweeping towards Ma Fei.

Blood splattered, and fresh blood flowed out. Ma Fei's body was pierced by the death sword lights, and he endured hundreds of these sword lights, suffering heavy injuries.

Xing Yuanxiao, who possessed a fragment of the Law of Death, was extremely terrifying. His sword contained a strong meaning of death, and the sword intent shot out in all directions, indestructible.

Ma Fei was covered in blood, and his flawless white clothes had been stained red with blood. The sword marks on his body were terrifying, and the sword lights pierced through his body, leaving blood holes that went through and through.

However, Ma Fei's expression did not change at all. He still held the sword and stabbed straight at Xing Yuanxiao's brow.

This sword made Xing Yuanxiao's brow feel cold, and even his divine sense trembled.

Just like Ma Fei had murmured, with the Wuyou Jian here, the sword brings no worries!

This sword was aimed at having no worries. As long as this sword killed Xing Yuanxiao, then the sword would bring no worries!

This was a必杀 (bisha - a guaranteed kill) sword!

Even if he was seriously injured and bleeding on the spot, this sword would definitely pierce Xing Yuanxiao's head along with his divine sense.

"Madman, you are a madman!" Xing Yuanxiao's face changed for the first time.

This Ma Fei was actually holding the idea of perishing together with him.

If he continued to attack, he would definitely be able to blast this Ma Fei into ashes, but at the same time, the sword in Ma Fei's hand would definitely kill him directly.

"Do you really think that I, Xing Yuanxiao, am someone who can be easily frightened?"

A look of madness appeared on Xing Yuanxiao's face, and then he advanced instead of retreating, taking the initiative to meet Ma Fei. The killing power of the long sword in his hand became even more fierce, and the sword lights kept attacking Ma Fei.

Ma Fei's body was pierced with holes by the sword lights, and blood spilled all over the void, but he did not retreat in the slightest.

The two finally approached, and Ma Fei's sword pointed directly at Xing Yuanxiao's brow!

Just as the tip of the Wuyou Jian was about to hit Xing Yuanxiao's brow, Xing Yuanxiao suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"Naive kid, you are like a frog at the bottom of a well. You don't know how great the power of the gods is!"

A small piece of transparent crystal stone suddenly appeared in Xing Yuanxiao's hand.

A look of heartache appeared on Xing Yuanxiao's face. This was a treasure given to him by the gods when he prayed to the gods in the Temple of the Gods. He originally had other great uses for it, but he did not expect to be forced by Ma Fei to use it in this place.

Xing Yuanxiao crushed the transparent crystal stone, and an extremely pure force of law surged out of the crystal stone, condensing into a small shield in Xing Yuanxiao's brow.

Clang!

The tip of the Wuyou Jian accurately stabbed on this small shield, making a crisp sound, but it failed to penetrate.

"Hahahaha! Like an egg hitting a rock, overestimating yourself!"

Xing Yuanxiao burst into laughter, but the next second, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Crack, crack, crack!

The small shield actually made a cracking sound, and then countless dense spider web-like cracks covered the shield.

Xing Yuanxiao was stunned. The horror in his eyes was even greater than when he saw Ma Fei enter the realm of returning to simplicity.

This was something given to him by the gods!

It was actually stabbed to the point of breaking by someone who was not even at the peak of the pseudo-god tier? How was this possible?

Ma Fei's face also changed for the first time, and he couldn't help but frown.

He thought that this sword could definitely kill Xing Yuanxiao, but he didn't expect that Xing Yuanxiao still had this kind of backup plan.

Now… the danger might turn to himself.

Sure enough, Xing Yuanxiao's face suddenly became ferocious!

"I can't let you live!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the shield had not completely shattered, Xing Yuanxiao roared, and the long sword in his hand, carrying a strong meaning of death, pointed directly at Ma Fei's brow.

This sword was aimed at taking Ma Fei's life!

The sudden change here also caught everyone off guard.

"Xing Yuanxiao, stop for me!" The Starry Sky Sword Saint's face changed drastically, and he could no longer sit still.

Ma Fei's talent was obvious to everyone in the Xuantian Sword Tomb. Although Ma Fei refused to become his disciple, he still unreservedly cultivated Ma Fei as his successor.

"Old Shen, help me hold the child!"

Ji Pingyang threw Ji Kun directly to Shen Jianshu, then drew the Kunwu Sword and rushed towards Xing Yuanxiao and the others.

But their distance was still too far, and it was too late to rescue him.

Xing Yuanxiao ignored them, with a hideous smile on his face, the tip of the long sword kept magnifying in Ma Fei's dark pupils.

"Go to hell!"

Xing Yuanxiao even urged his strength, and the sword became even more fierce.

Just as this sword was about to pierce Ma Fei's brow, a slender white hand stretched out from the void, steadily grasping the tip of Xing Yuanxiao's sword, preventing it from moving forward even an inch.

At the same time, a voice that everyone was very familiar with sounded.

"If he dies, all the living things in your Xing family will have to be buried with him."

"I'll shake the egg until the yolk is scattered, pour boiling water on the ant nest, and I'll cut the earthworms in the Xing family's field in half vertically."