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Chapter 687

Tan Long and the others were immediately frightened. They could not see Jiang Ning's movements clearly. They could only see a few afterimages flashing by, and Jiang Ning had already arrived in front of the masked man.

"Boom--"

A punch was blown out, and the sound of a burst of air crackled!

Even Tan Xing couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

He knew that Jiang Ning was strong, far beyond his imagination, but this punch still made him feel frightened.

The masked man dared not be careless. Just looking at Jiang Ning's speed, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely extraordinary.

He also punched a punch, like a tiger coming out of the mountain!

"Bang!"

The two fists collided violently, and the masked man's eyes changed immediately.

"impossible!"

He immediately took a few steps back, but Jiang Ning didn't pause at all, and punched again!

Punch after punch!

boom!

boom!

boom!

It seemed as if tireless and violent power, the people of Tan's body opened their pores!

This is the master!

Such boxing skills are amazing!

The whole yard was filled with loud fists roaring, and his ears were broken.

The masked man's expression became increasingly ugly and he kept retreating. He had no chance to fight back. Just resisting Jiang Ning's attack made him unable to react.

He punched him one by one, and the face under the mask had already turned red and his blood was surging!

"Bang!"

Jiang Ning punched again, and in one breath he made nine punches in succession, one punch was more domineering and one punch was more violent!

In an instant, he held his fist and stood there, and the strong wind came to an abrupt end!

He stood there, looking up at the masked man, his eyes cold: "Aren't you looking for me all the time?"

Hearing this sentence, the masked man trembled.

"The King of the East China Sea...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mask suddenly shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Then, Wu Li Lingyi was disfigured? Zhang's face, which had been disfigured, was extremely ferocious and hoarse, and his hoarse voice was full of shock, "It's you! It's you!"

As he spoke, blood was spilling out of the corners of his mouth, trembling lips. Before he could even finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of black blood, with a trace of crumbs.

"Your fist...your fist..."

He pointed at Jiang Ning, his throat was already vague. Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground and died with a normal voice!

The air is as quiet as death!

Tan Long and others were stunned and could not believe it at all.

Even if this happened in front of them, it happened in front of them just now!

Jiang Ning in front of him is the person they wanted to seek justice and kill before?

If the Tan family gathered in the East China Sea, I'm afraid there would be no one left now, right?

Thinking of this, people with the eight branches were cold all over and were extremely afraid.

The masked man is already strong enough to almost kill them to destroy Tan!

But as soon as Jiang Ning made a move, he punched the masked man in nine consecutive times. This kind of strength is so terrifying!

At this moment, they understood why Tan Xing reminded them to never be enemies of Jiang Ning forever!

"If you come one step later, Tan will be gone."

Tan Xing stood up, his face still pale, and glanced at the masked man's hideous face, "I know who he is."

He was a little sad.

Looking at the ground, those who died in Tan's family were all his future.

After experiencing these things, they may understand what is the most important thing.

Jiang Ning glanced at Tan Xing, walked to the masked man, checked it, and confirmed that the red cloud tattoo on his neck was the one he had been looking for. It seemed that these people were gradually coming to the surface.

They couldn't help it either.

"You guys deal with it."

Tan Xing coughed twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Jiang Ning, come with me."

Jiang Ning followed Tan Xing into the ancestral hall.

"He is the 24th generation successor of Xingyiquan, Yan Ru,"

Tan Xing sat down, breathed slowly, his face still pale, "I thought... he was dead."

Jiang Ning's eyes contracted. This is the person whom Tan Xingxing mentioned last time that he died a few years ago?

He is not dead?

"I really didn't expect that he would actually kill him."

Tan Xing sighed, "After you told me that day, I still don't believe it, because the only master of Xingyiquan is him. When he dies, who will teach his disciples?"

"So, I sent someone to his hometown to see it, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

From the death of the person he sent out, Tan Xing knew that things had become extremely complicated.

This is not only a matter of Jiangning, but also a matter of the entire Jianghu circle!
Chapter completed!
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