There were no bells and whistles in this knife cut by Jiang Qi, it was just a mediocre oblique slash.

In fact, all the sword techniques he learned from Jiang Qubing's shadow were so mediocre, there was no show-off of skills, and there was no fixed posture.

There is only one thing at the core, and that is to use the fastest and lightest way to kill the enemy.

This knife is cut out, the speed is extremely fast, and the angle is extremely tricky.

The azure blade sliced through the air and slashed through a brilliant blue ray, so fast that it even brought up a little bit of sparks.!

Dolgon looked at the slash in front of him, and his consciousness seemed to return to when he was alive.

On the battlefield, the black-armored general, with his last spirit, left him with a lifetime of scars, but the general died in his own hands.

Now, he has sunk for 300 years and has become a powerful ghost, facing this knife again!

This time, he won't be like last time!

"Fight!"

Dolgon roared, and the ghostly aura was rampant, condensing a scimitar, colliding with the azure slash that was already close at hand!

"Sneer!!"

The leader only saw two phantoms staggering past, and only a faint dull sneer could be heard in his ears.

Looking at the ghosts and the faceless people who had already staggered past each other and turned their backs to each other, the leader knew that the collision of Fang Cai was not just a move, but dozens or even hundreds of times in an instant.

But it was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.

Now, it's up to who's standing at the end!

The leader thought so, staring closely at the man and ghost on the altar.

"Hmm......"

Jiang Qi snorted unconsciously, knelt on one knee, and held the short knife on the ground.

This scene made the leader's face change, and the signal in his hand almost pressed down, and then the fire covered it, destroying everything here.

Although it is very troublesome to deal with the aftermath, it is not as terrifying as letting go of a powerful ghost.

I don't know the identity of the face-tween, but it doesn't look like a ghost or anything like that.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, at least for now.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Dorgon, who was still standing, changed.

With a hum, his pitch-black ghost body began to collapse, a crack opened in his neck, and wisps of black qi flowed out of it, turning into meaningless black qi and dissipating.

Dorgon raised his hand, and found that his palm had collapsed, and even half of his arm was missing.

He knew that he was going to die, and there was no way to survive.

Dolgon reluctantly turned around and looked at Jiang Qi, who was still half-kneeling on the ground.

"Hah!"

Looking at the back, Dorgon suddenly smiled.

"This time, I'm the one standing last."

These were Dorgon's last words in the world.

His whole ghost was crumbling and turning into a meaningless black gas.

Dolgon, headed.

Jiang Qi, who was half-kneeling because of the loss of strength, stood up, turned around, and looked at the residual black qi that no longer had any breath.

"This time, I also cut you in the neck."

Jiang Qi, who was still immersed in the afterglow of Jiang Qubing's shadow swinging the last knife, said softly with his eyes half-closed.

At the beginning, Jiang Qubing's knife was supposed to cut Dorgon's neck, but he was too tired and injured too badly, and in the end he only slashed in the chest.

Now, Jiang Qi has replaced him and made up for his original regrets.

Dorgon's fatal wound was a blow from the head of the dagger.

"Senior ......"

The leader hesitated for a moment, but still shouted out, and respectfully clasped his fists and saluted.

Jiang Qi's words are really reminiscent.

This made him even more suspicious that the noodle man in front of him was really an existence that had lived for three hundred years!

However, he had just started and shouted two words before he was interrupted.

It wasn't Jiang Qi who interrupted him, but the altar itself had undergone a mutation.

I saw that the stall had not yet dispersed, and in the black gas left by Dolgon, a young Jiao more than three meters long, translucent golden-red, with fleshy horns on its head suddenly drilled out.

It is the one that the dragon qi of Ming Wuling has turned into.

"Hiss......"

The young Jiao hissed, saw Jiang Qi, spit out the letter excitedly, and bounced violently, turning into a golden-red streamer, which merged into the short knife in Jiang Qi's hand.

Jiang Qi only felt his wrist sink, and when he raised it, he found that in the blood groove of the short knife, the shadow of a young Jiao was faintly visible.

This scene added another layer of doubt to the leader's heart.

Since this young Jiao transformed by dragon qi was willing to take the initiative to integrate into the short knife of the faceless man, why did he help Dorgon maintain and even bless the ghost body in the first place?

"I am neither friend nor foe, I am here only to understand cause and effect."

Before he could think about it, he suddenly heard the muffled voice of the noodle man.

"Aftermath."

"Yes!"

The leader subconsciously nodded in response, and when he looked up again, there was still the shadow of the faceless man?

Looking at the mottled and broken altar in front of him, he took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Hurry up and report it."

......

At the foot of the mountain where the Ming Wu Mausoleum is located, in a park grove about ten kilometers away.

The masked man holding a short knife suddenly appears, which is even more terrifying than a horror movie.

"Whew!"

Jiang Qi took off his noodles and adjusted his breathing, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

He found that his current constitution seemed to be even more inhuman than that of the leader, and he had only run for a quarter of an hour at most, nearly twenty kilometers.

This is simply beyond the limits of human beings, I don't know how much.

But Jiang Qi just felt that his internal breath was a little agitated, and when he stopped to take a breath, there was nothing to do.

"Did you bring it to me?"

Jiang Qi glanced down at the short knife, he was able to run out of a bunch of loaded guns and ammunition in the blockade, relying on this short knife.

This knife already has the ability to make the owner invisible.

After completing Jiang Qubing's obsession, Jiang Qi also knew more things.

Zhu Cihong is not only a male master, but also a refiner with a high level.

I don't know how many treasures have been wasted to forge such a short knife.

It seems outrageous that the emperor can strike iron, but it doesn't seem to be outrageous when it is placed on the emperor of the old Zhu family.

In any case, Zhu Cihong's purpose in creating this knife and attaching strange abilities to the knife at any cost was to help Jiang Qubing run away when he failed on the battlefield.

But the proud general had no intention of surviving in the name of deserters until he died.

Even if he knew that even if he was defeated, he would not be punished, and even the emperor would give himself more troops, so that he would be ashamed.

But to run away, he disdained.

Even if it costs lives.

"It's so useful."

Jiang Qi sighed.

Just kidding, it's Jiang Qubing who disdains it, what does it have to do with him Jiang Qi?

What's more, Jiang Qi doesn't have to go to the battlefield.

Merely......

Jiang Qi knocked on the short knife and sighed:

"Emperor Zhengwu, it's really terrifying, after three hundred years, it still counts the variables."