Chapter 687: Fake Death

Tan Long and the others were suddenly frightened, they couldn't see Jiang Wei's movements clearly, they could only see a few afterimages flashing, and Jiang Wei had already arrived in front of the masked man.

"Boom—"

A punch was blasted, and the air explosion crackled!

Even Tan Xing couldn't help but widen his eyes.

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

The masked man didn't dare to be careless, just looking at Jiang Wei's speed, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not ordinary.

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

"Bang!"

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

"Impossible!"

He immediately took a few steps back, but Jiang Wei didn't pause at all, another punch!

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Punch after punch!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

As if tireless, violent power, the people who saw the Tan family opened their pores one by one!

That's the master!

This kind of boxing is breathtaking!

The entire courtyard was filled with a loud fist roar, deafening and deafening.

The masked man's expression became more and more ugly, and he kept retreating, he had no chance to fight back at all, just resisting Jiang Wei's attack made him unable to react.

punch after punch, smashed on his body, the face under the mask was already red, and the blood was surging!

"Bang!"

Jiang Wei punched again, and punched nine punches in a row in one go, one punch was more domineering than the other? One punch is more furious than the other!

In an instant, he retracted his fist and stood there immediately, the wind abruptly stopped!

He stood there, looking up at the masked man, his gaze cold: "Haven't you been looking for me?" ”

Hearing this, the masked man's body trembled.

"Tokai ...... The King! ”

As soon as the words fell, the mask suddenly shattered and scattered all over the ground.

The face that had already been disfigured was extremely hideous, and the hoarse voice was full of shock, "It's you!" It's you! ”

As he spoke, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his lips trembled, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, with a trace of fragments.

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

He pointed at Jiang Wei, his throat was already mush, and before he finished speaking, he fell directly to the ground with an ordinary sound, killed!

The air, dead quiet!

Tan Long and the others were dumbfounded, and they couldn't believe it at all.

Even if it happened right in front of them, it just happened right in front of their eyes!

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

If the Tan clan gathers and goes to the East China Sea, I'm afraid that now, there really won't be any left, right?

Thinking of this, the people of the eight major branches were cold all over, and they were afraid to the extreme.

The masked man was already strong enough to almost destroy them Tan Clan!

But Jiang only made a move, nine punches in succession, and directly killed the masked man, this kind of strength ...... It's terrifying!

At this moment, they understood why Tan Xing reminded them that never, never, never be an enemy of Jiang Wei!

"If you come one step late, Tan's will be gone."

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

He was a little sad.

Looking at the ground, those people who died in the Tan family are the future of his Tan family.

After going through this, they may understand what is most important.

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

They couldn't hold it back.

"You guys deal with it."

Tan Xing coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Jiang Wei, you come with me." ”

Jiang Wei followed Tan Xing into the ancestral hall.

"He is the twenty-fourth generation of Xingyi Fist, Yan Ru,"

Tan Xing sat down, breathing slowly, his face was still pale, "I thought it would be ...... He's dead. ”

Jiang Wei's eyes contracted, the Xingyi Fist Grandmaster who died a few years ago that Tan Xing said last time was this person?

He's not dead?

"I really didn't expect him to cheat to death."

Tan Xing sighed, "After you told me that day, I still don't believe it, because the only grandmaster master of Xingyi Quan is him, if he dies, who will teach a disciple?" ”

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

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

This is not just Jiang Wei's matter, but also the entire Jianghu circle!