"Who?!"

The first to react was Dorgon, who turned around and saw a figure suddenly appear on one side.

The figure was as tall as a green pine, surrounded by pale blue qiyan, and its face was obscured by a mask that was a dark blue hideous face.

In his hand, he held a short knife.

The back of the knife is shiny, but there is a layer of black rust on the blade.

Another demon?!

The leader's mentality is a little explosive, and a Dolgon who has inexplicably been blessed by the dragon qi of Ming Wuling has already made him have a desperate plan.

Now why is there a mysterious guy again?

"You ......"

Dolgon's expression changed, staring closely at the short knife in the man's hand, and the pitch-black ghost aura on his body was unprecedentedly agitated.

Jiang Qi didn't answer, just took a few steps forward and confronted Dolgon, the mask he was carrying was prepared by him in advance, and he was originally prepared, but now it seems that this mask has helped a lot.

He is willing to save the three official families, but it doesn't mean that he wants to expose his identity.

After seeing these three people and Dorgon's soul, Jiang Qi knew that this world was probably not so simple.

He wasn't prepared to expose himself rashly until he figured out some of the circumstances.

"Dolgon."

Jiang Qi spoke slowly, his voice was low, and the short knife in his hand was so hot that it was hot.

The eyes under the face looked at the lion-like evil ghost in front of him.

"Go to the appointment on behalf of your friends, and fight the battle with all the unfinished."

"Your Excellency, please."

"Zheng!"

Before the words fell, the short knife hummed, and the rust on the blade fell off, revealing a bright and sharp blade.

This 300-year-old Ming Emperor's pro-cast treasure knife has re-bloomed after 300 years!

Dolgon glanced at Jiang Qi deeply, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The leader quietly looked at the scene in front of him.

The newly emerged Faceless Man is temporarily aimed at Dorgon, but his true identity is unknown.

Going to an appointment on behalf of a friend?

Who are the friends?

Appointment?

The so-called unfinished war?

An unfinished battle with Dolgon?!

In other words, the friend in the mouth of the noodle is a person from three hundred years ago?!

And what about himself?

Could it be an old monster that has lived for 300 years?

The head is a little incredulous, but from the available information, this is the most likely answer!

"Friends?"

Dolgon opened his mouth, with an inexplicable meaning in his voice, and took a deep look at the short knife in Jiang Qi's hand, which had begun to hum, and said, "Just treat you as a friend." ”

"Let's fight!"

"Roar!"

The fierce ghost, who had been suppressed for three hundred years, let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and layers of sound waves visible to the naked eye diffused, blowing the corners of Jiang Qi's clothes.

But when the head under the altar feels it, it's different.

Just this ghost roar made his heart almost burst!

Dolgon, who has been blessed by dragon energy, is almost comparable to a thousand-year-old ghost!

Jiang Qi was unmoved, but felt that his ears were a little itchy.

He could feel that in the dantian in his body, there was a warm current, which was slowly flowing through his whole body along the veins of Xuanmy.

Holding the buzzing and scorching short knife, Jiang Qifu was like a heart, and as soon as his mind moved, the warm current in the dantian ran down his arm and covered the short knife.

"Buzz!"

The humming of the short knife stopped, and a layer of dark blue light slowly coated the blade!

All this is slow, in fact, just when Dolgon stopped roaring, Jiang Qi's short knife began to change.

"It's really gas-melting!"

The leader stared at the short knife in Jiang Qi's hand and subconsciously blurted out.

With a look of surprise on his face,

True Qi Huagang is the watershed of martial arts, and under Zhengang, it is impossible to enter.

Before Zhengang, he could only be called a martial artist, and after Zhengang, he could be called a grandmaster!

He cultivated the Eight Extremes of Form Meaning, and now at the age of forty, he has achieved strength, and he is already talented, but in front of Zhengang, he is a child!

Another saying that ten thousand strength cannot enter is that ten thousand strength can be broken!

And the noodle man in front of him can easily use Zhengang, and he can even bless the blade!

That means that the true cultivation of this faceless man has reached the realm of lifting weights!

It's horrible!

He can't really be an old youkai who has lived for 300 years, right?

This thought was irrepressible in the leader's heart.

While he was in shock, the battle above the altar had already begun!

"Boom!"

The short knife with a dark blue light collided with the hideous ghost claws, and the waves of qi visible to the naked eye scattered!

Dolgon's ghost claws have been cut out of the short knife, and just one collision has injured Dolgon, who is close to the strength of a thousand-year-old ghost!

But Dolgon didn't care about his injuries at all, he was still in a stalemate with the short knife, approaching Jiang Qi, looking at the hideous face, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Friends?"

"I can't fool people when I'm really angry!"

Jiang Qi didn't speak, his eyes shone with blue light, and through the eye holes on his face, he pulled out two bands of light.

The true qi in his body has been active to the extreme, and his body is like an oven, extremely hot!

Jiang Qi used force in his hand, shook Dolgon away, took a few steps back, and the short knife slashed through the arc as light as the flowing wind, slashing Dolgon's neck!

"Brush!"

The blade parted the air, but silently, the sound of breaking through the air was the sound Dorgon made as he dodged.

As a fierce general, Dolgon learned the most from the battlefield not how to kill the enemy, but how to avoid danger to the greatest extent!

Only by preserving one's own life can one be qualified to win in the mill of human life!

Jiang Qi missed the blow, but he was not surprised at all, if only Dolgon was so easy to kill.

"Hoo ......"

Jiang Qi slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his body became hotter and hotter, and the short knife was blooming blue, colliding with Dolgon again!

One man and one ghost are caught in a struggle.

Jiang Qi fell behind, was forced by Dolgon, and began to retreat.

It seems that Jiang Qi's defeat may only be a matter of time, but it is not.

Because from just now, there have been shadows in Jiang Qi's mind.

It was a man wielding a knife.

In the training ground, in the ring, on the battlefield!

The sharp and direct knife technique has no tricks, just the most direct and fastest way to take the enemy's life!

This is a complete battlefield killing knife!

The shadows that came in one after another merged into Jiang Qi's mind, and were analyzed and digested by him.

Jiang Qi only felt that the short knife in his hand was becoming more and more like an arm command, as if it had become an extension of the arm.

He was now confident that he could cut off the elytra of mosquitoes without harming them.

Jiang Qi gave birth to enlightenment, these shadows should be the scene of the master of the short knife, the Jiang Qubing when he practiced the knife.

Now, through the short knife, it has become Jiang Qi's combat experience.

Gradually, all the shadows disappeared, and only one remained.

It was a young general in black armor, covered in blood, with a scimitar in front of him.

The general sinks, slumps his shoulders, twists his waist, and swings his sword!

Jiang Qi tasted the shadow in his mind, looked up, and in front of him was Dolgon, who had already experienced three hundred years and turned into a ghost.

Then, he sank, fell shoulders, and twisted his waist!

The same knife, after three hundred years, slashed at the former enemy!

Knife out!