Chapter: 1209
Hearing this sentence, the masked man trembled.
"King of the Eastern Sea...!"
As soon as the voice fell, the mask suddenly shattered and scattered all over the ground.
The face that had already been disfigured was extremely ferocious, and the hoarse voice was full of shock, "It's you! It's you!"
While he was talking, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, his lips were trembling, before he even finished speaking, he opened his mouth suddenly, spitting out a mouthful of black blood with a trace of crumbs.
"Your fist... your fist..."
He pointed at Jiang Ning, his throat was already slurred, and before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a common sound, dead!
The air, dead quiet!
Tan Long and the others were all stunned, unable to believe it at all.
Even if it happened right in front of them, just before their eyes!
The Jiang Ning in front of them is the person they wanted to seek justice and kill?
If the Tan family had gathered and went to the East China Sea, I am afraid that there would really be no one left now, right?
Thinking of this, the people of the eight major branches were icy all over, and they were extremely afraid.
The masked man was already strong enough to almost kill Tan Shi!
But as soon as Jiang Ning made a move, he directly killed the masked man with nine consecutive punches. This level of strength...is it terrifying!
At this moment, they just understood why Tan Xing reminded them, never, never, never to be an enemy of Jiang Ning!
"If you come a step late, Mrs. Tan, you will be gone."
Tan Xing stood up, his face still pale, and he glanced at the hideous face of the masked man, "I know who he is."
He was a little sad.
Looking at the ground, those people who Tan Shi died are all his Tan Shi's future.
After going through this, they may understand what is the most important.
Jiang Ning took a look at Tan Xing, walked up to the masked man, checked, and confirmed that the red cloud tattoo on his neck was the one he had been looking for. It seemed that these people were about to surface gradually.
They couldn't hold back anymore.
"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 twenty-fourth generation heir of Xingyiquan, Yan Ru,"
Tan Xing sat down, breathing slowly, his face still pale, "I thought...he was dead."
Jiang Ning's eyes narrowed. The Xingyi Quan master that Tan Xing mentioned last time, who died a few years ago, is this person?
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