Fantasy: This World Is Too Crazy

Immediately, many members of the Wei family ran out with tears in their eyes.

Facing the light-chasing sword, he bowed deeply to Wei Zifeng: "The sword of the Patriarch will never be forgotten! The Big Young Master is the real Patriarch of the Wei family!"

Wei Zifeng moved enough True Qi, and shouted loudly: "Wei Xiong, Wei Zibin and his son colluded with that bastard Chen Lan, secretly poisoned and murdered my father! They also sent Hu San to assassinate me! Trying to seize the position of the Patriarch of the Wei family! It's not as good as a beast!"

"Now that their crimes have been exposed, there is only one way to die if you continue to follow them! Who else is obsessed with it?"

This cry swept through the entire Wei family compound like a tornado, and the whole place was in chaos.

"Big Young Master! We're following you!"

"Big Young Master, I listen to you, the millennium glory of the Wei family must not be destroyed by villains!"

Everyone hated Wei Xiong and his son's ugly face in front of Yi Xiaocao,

Immediately, many members of the Wei family ran out one after another and stood behind Wei Zifeng.

"No wonder, the old man saw Wei Zhan last month, and he looked quite healthy at that time. The old man was wondering if he had some sudden illness, so there was something else going on..."

"Wei Zhan senior is an eighth-rank Huang Yuan. If there is no accident, he can live to be over a hundred years old. How could he die at the age of fifty? Sure enough, he was poisoned..."

"This kid is kind! I like it! If he can successfully take back the Wei family, my Meng family will definitely make good friends in the future."

The many guests who came to watch the ceremony went from whispering to each other in an instant, to making a lot of noise and shaking the sky.

It's just that it's not convenient for outsiders to intervene because this is the Wei family's family affairs.

Therefore, there is only a lot of discussion, and no one has come forward for the time being.

Wei Xiong observed coldly, and found that the situation was getting worse, he couldn't help feeling anxious,

Immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone be quiet! Listen to me! This Wei Zifeng is insane, murdering his own father, and blaming me! Everyone, don't be fooled by him!"

Although his voice was strong, not many people believed him.

"Wei Xiong! That bitch Chen Lan has made it very clear just now! She is the one who helped you father and son assassinate my father! No matter how much you argue, it's useless!"

Wei Zifeng yelled sharply: "Now that your plot has been exposed and the general situation is over, why don't you just arrest him?"

Yi Xiaocao lowered his eyes, fiddled with the tea leaves in the cup leisurely with the tea lid,

It seems that the hustle and bustle outside the body has nothing to do with me.

But he was nodding secretly in his heart: "This kid is finally a bit of a big man, and he didn't miss it. Hmm, he is a good talent."

"Come on! Come on! Kill him immediately!"

Wei Xiong roared angrily.

No one in the Wei clan is in charge.

Just as the few loyalists were about to take a step, they were firmly locked in by the fierce eyes around them, and they shrank back in fright.

Shouted a few times, seeing no one answered, Wei Xiong suddenly jumped into a rage: "It's wrong, it's wrong, when I get rid of the rebellion, none of you will run away!"

Pointing at Wei Zibin, he shouted angrily: "You idiot! What are you still doing in a daze? They are going to cut off your head! He was seriously injured by me just now, why don't you take the opportunity to kill Wei Zifeng quickly!"

Wei Zibin hurriedly replied: "Yes! Daddy please wait a moment, my son will bring this rebellious head right away!"

Turning around and pointing at Wei Zifeng with his sword, he sneered coldly: "Wei Zifeng! How did my father feel with that palm just now? No matter how hard you struggle! Why don't you kill yourself, I can leave you a whole body!" "

Wei Zifeng smiled coldly.

The tip of the sword hangs down, and the whole body relaxes, walking up to Wei Zibin with his head held high,

"Your father's palm is softer than a rabbit! I don't want to leave you with a whole body, both of you, father and son, will be cut into pieces! In honor of my father's spirit in heaven!"

"go to hell!"

Wei Zibin threw out his sword furiously.

"Shua!"

A cold light flashed out of nowhere.

Wei Zibin's sword froze in the air.

The eyeballs gradually protruded, and the body temperature gradually became cold.

Wei Zifeng drew the sword from his throat,

He said lightly: "In front of the chasing lightsaber, you are nothing."

This sword is too fast,

Everyone in the hall originally thought that the two brothers would have to fight at least dozens of rounds to decide the winner.

Unexpectedly, with just one sword strike, life and death could be separated!

Even, this sword is so fast that almost no one can see it clearly.

Even Wei Xiong, as the number one player on the spot other than Yi Xiaocao,

For a while, he didn't see how Wei Zifeng made the move,

There was no time to rescue him.

Witnessing the tragic death of his own beloved son on the spot,

I couldn't help feeling a great pain in my heart, and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood,

I couldn't help screaming in grief: "You rebellious! How dare you kill my son! This old man will never die with you!"

Like a mad tiger, suddenly the momentum of the whole body soared,

Instigate all the strength in the whole body, recklessly and frantically display the Wei family's strongest stunt "Golden Light Palm"!

From the first palm to the eighteenth palm in one go, without any pause, the berserk breath has already surrounded Wei Zifeng.

Wei Zifeng sneered, calmly,

Walking forward and backward in the shadow of mountains like palms, he easily avoided the sure-kill moves again and again.

Yi Xiaocao has already sent all the mysteries of the Golden Light Palm into his mind, even including the last eighteen palms that have been lost for thousands of years.

In Wei Zifeng's eyes, Wei Xiong's offensive is no longer a threat at all.

The only scruple is that Wei Xiong's skill is much deeper than his own,

He needs to wait patiently for an opportunity.

Finally, Wei Xiong's eighteen golden palms were used up, and the last palm of the eighteenth move was released.

Already poor.

Wei Xiong couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Shua, Shua, Shua"!

Suddenly, a series of cold flashes erupted, and the long-lost Sword Technique "Bi Yue Chasing Light Sword Technique" of the Wei family was released!

Like a long rainbow passing through the sky, and like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, Wei Xiong was shocked and at a loss for what to do for a while.

"Biyue chasing the light! How could you...ah!"

A momentary carelessness lost the opportunity, coupled with a huge shock,

Wei Xiong could only dodge in panic,

But where is it faster than a lightning-like chasing lightsaber?

What's more, Wei Zifeng's attack is a fatal move.

The dazzling Sword Ray flashed, Wei Xiong's right ear was cut off and his right eye was stabbed blind.

By a hair's breadth, narrowly avoided the murderous intent of the sword piercing the brain.

"boom!"

He tried his best to push Wei Zifeng back with a palm,

With one hand waving wildly, the other covering the wound on his head,

"Ah! Little bastard, you actually know how to chase after the light? Wei Zhan never mentioned it to me!"

Wei Xiong's face was dripping with blood, his face was ferocious and terrifying, and he was still full of self-hatred.

"Wei family's martial arts, you are not worthy."

Wei Zifeng spoke lightly.

"Look at the sword!"

Biyue chased the light and burst out with a cold light, like lightning, directly aimed at Wei Xiong's left eye,

"Ah... the old man's eighth-rank Huang Yuan! Go to hell, little bastard!"

Wei Xiong frantically showed his full skill.

In everyone's mind, Wei Zifeng is only a second-order primordial,

Even though Wei Xiong was seriously injured in a moment of carelessness, if the two confront each other head-on,

Wei Zifeng is still bound to die.

Wei Zifeng stabbed out with a sword, and immediately let go, letting Wei Xiong's violent palm force blow the sword away,

But he slipped and floated to Weixiong's right side, on the side he couldn't see,

The thirty-sixth palm of the golden light palm is "Golden Light Ten Thousand Zhangs"!

It hit his right temple firmly...