Although Gao Lishi did not move his hands and feet in the Skeleton King Temple, he only heard the viciousness in Li Qiufeng's voice, but he was also worried and involuntarily took two steps back. He had already made up his mind in his heart, if Li Qiufeng wanted to question him, he would have no choice but to turn around and flee.

Li Qiufeng saw that Situ Qiao and the others had strange expressions, and when he met his eyes, some lowered their heads, and some pretended not to care, but their eyes were full of vigilance and panic. His heart was bright, he knew everyone's thoughts, he smiled at the moment, and said in a deep voice: "You think wrong, Li doesn't mean to accuse you." It's a coincidence that we're stuck here, and it's not the fault of any one of our friends. The culprit Li said was to leave these skeleton demons behind and want to kill us. Although this man died thousands of years ago, his remains are still there. Since we want to bury these dozens of evil ghosts alive, how can we let go of that culprit?!"

When Situ Qiao and the others heard this, they understood Li Qiufeng's intentions, and they clamored one by one. Han Li said loudly: "Li Gongzi is right! If it weren't for Zhao Kuo, a kid who lost his teacher and humiliated the country, and left these hundreds of thousands of skeletons, how could there be so many evil ghosts who want to kill us?"

Li Xu continued: "Mr. Han's words are very true. This bastard talked about the army on paper, killed three or four hundred thousand soldiers of the Zhao State, and made the ancient battlefield of Changping full of ghosts, although thousands of years have passed, it is still gloomy. Pushing back to the source, Zhao Kuo's plan can't get rid of it!"

Situ Qiao nodded, pointed to the tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers gathered in the distance and said, "Zhao Kuo is the leader of these evil ghosts, we have to drag his body out, behead him first, and then push him into the pit and bury him." These skeleton soldiers are terrified, and nine times out of ten they will disperse, and we can escape!"

The eldest grandson, Guangming and others, also echoed their words. Gao Lishi saw that Li Qiufeng didn't want to deal with himself, and his hanging heart finally let go. He knew that everyone was very disdainful of him, and he might be framed at any time. This is a good time for me to get closer to the rest of the world. He made up his mind and said loudly: "In that case, what are we waiting for? I'll go and drag Zhao Kuo's body out, and we'll behead him here!"

After Colliers finished speaking, the crowd applauded loudly. Colliers got up and ran straight to the hut. Yang Ye was about to stop it, but Li Qiufeng's left hand suddenly stretched out, and he pointed at three big points on his chest one after another, and Yang Ye stood still. Yang Yanzhao didn't expect Li Qiufeng to do something to his father, and was about to step forward to block it, but he was also hit by Li Qiufeng's acupoint, and he could only stare at Li Qiufeng angrily.

Li Qiufeng restrained the father and son of the Yang family, and a pair of eyes turned blood-red. He glanced at Cao Bin and said, "General Cao is a smart person, so he naturally knows the truth that the anger of the people is difficult to commit."

Cao Bin saw that Gao Lishi and the others were already crazy, and the father and son of the Yang family didn't know what spell was cast by Li Qiufeng, so they froze and froze, if they wanted to stop it, it was useless, so they had to sigh and didn't speak.

Colliers jumped over the stone wall and headed straight for the hut. The monk Xuanji sat cross-legged and stood at the door of the thatched hut, but he was powerless to stop him. Seeing that Gao Lishi was about to rush to the door, he saw a person suddenly come out of the house. Colliers ran so fast that he almost crashed into the man. Fortunately, his martial arts are not weak, and when he saw that the situation was not good, his body turned around, dissipating the power of running, and only then did he stabilize his figure.

Everyone looked intently, but saw that the man who had come out of the house was the same sergeant who had fled into the house with the wounded on his back. At this time, he still carried the wounded man on his back, but a face that did not panic appeared under the loose hair.

The man behind him slowly raised his head, but saw that he had also been hit by five or six feathered arrows in his forehead and cheek. It's just that the shaft of the arrow has been broken, leaving only the arrow deep into the muscles, making his face uneven and quite hideous.

Seeing such a strange situation, everyone was a little frightened, and they involuntarily took two steps back. At this time, the skeleton soldiers in the pit still desperately climbed up to the mouth of the pit, and everyone stopped stopping them, and after a while, more than a dozen skeleton soldiers climbed up.

After these skeleton soldiers climbed to the ground, they happened to see the two people who came out of the house, and immediately knelt on the edge of the pit one by one, and the skulls lay on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.

When they saw this, their hearts became even more uneasy. By the time they arrived, more than thirty skeleton soldiers had crawled out of the pit. In the end, only three skeleton soldiers, who were short and had broken legs, remained at the bottom of the pit. It's just that these three skeleton soldiers refused to give up, and climbed towards the mouth of the pit. It's just that these three skeleton soldiers have broken their legs, and whenever they climb to the mouth of the pit, they lose the support of their legs, and they are naturally unable to climb out of the mouth of the pit with their arms alone. Barely holding on to the mouth of the pit for a moment, he slid into the pit again. It's a funny cycle. If it had been before, Situ Qiao and the others would have already burst into laughter. It's just that since the two people in the grass hut appeared, everyone's hearts have been uneasy, so that no one has laughed out loud.

I saw the sergeant carrying the wounded man with the arrow on his back through the courtyard and the stone wall until he reached the edge of the pit, and then let the wounded man go. Everyone looked intently and found that the wounded man had been hit by an unknown number of arrows from the lower abdomen upwards. It's just that the shaft of the arrow has been broken, and only countless blood holes can be seen. The man stood at the edge of the pit, surrounded by thirty or forty kneeling and crouching skeletons. At this moment, everyone noticed that the tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers who had fled to a distance were suddenly no longer in chaos. I saw tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers kneeling down one by one from left to right, like waves.

At this time, a skeleton soldier barely climbed to the mouth of the pit, and his left hand grasped the dirt wall at the mouth of the pit, but he lost his legs, and could not climb out of the ground with the strength of his arm alone. I saw that the skeleton soldier struggled for a moment, and then his body slid to the bottom of the pit again, but the five fingers of his left hand were on the dirt wall at the mouth of the pit and refused to let go. Later, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his left hand was slowly released.

At that moment, the skeleton soldier raised his head and looked into the air. Only then did everyone realize that there was no longer a skull in front of them, but the face of a childish teenager. The young man's eyes were staring at the sky, his face was full of muscles, and his eyes were full of horror. When his left hand was unable to grasp the wall of the pit, his body fell into the pit.

At this moment, the wounded man who had been hit by the arrow suddenly rushed forward, leaned down, grabbed the young man's left wrist with his right hand, and with a vigorous wave, he picked him up.

The boy lost his legs, and when he reached the ground, he had to sit on the ground. When he saw the face of the wounded man, he hurriedly struggled to turn over and lay on the ground, not even daring to raise his head.

Standing at the edge of the pit, the wounded man grabbed a spear from the ground with his right hand, and then reached into the pit and pulled up the two skeleton soldiers who were climbing in the pit. Li Qiufeng and the others stood aside, and saw that although these skeleton soldiers were still incomplete, they were no longer skulls under the helmets, but they had all changed into the appearance of ordinary sergeants. When everyone saw the strange situation in front of them, their hearts became more and more uneasy.

The wounded man stood on the edge of the pit, looking around. There was silence all around, as if the heavens and the earth were frozen. The wounded man looked at the black skeleton soldier in the distance, lowered his head again, looked at the thirty or forty sergeants kneeling beside him, and then turned his head to look at Li Qiufeng with a long knife in his hand. As soon as the two looked at each other, Li Qiufeng only felt a chill that penetrated through his bones, and it surged up from his feet to the top of his head.

By this time, everyone already knew who the wounded person was who had been hit by the arrow.

He is Zhao Kuo, the commander of the Zhao army during the Changping War.

Zhao Kuo dropped the spear in his hand and walked towards Li Qiufeng step by step.

Situ Qiao and the others originally gathered around Li Qiufeng, but when they saw Zhao Kuo slowly walking over, they were so frightened that they couldn't help but retreat back. In a matter of moments, a large area was empty around the strong autumn wind.

Yang Ye and Yang Yanzhao were sealed by Li Qiufeng, and they couldn't move at the moment. Seeing Zhao Kuo approaching Li Qiufeng, Situ Qiao and the others fled one after another. Although the two had the heart to help each other, they had no choice but to look at Cao Bin. Cao Bin naturally knew the meaning of the Yang family's father and son, but although he was a military general, he was actually a civil servant, although he knew some superficial fist and foot kung fu, and he naturally didn't know anything about the profound martial arts of acupuncture points. Looking at the eyes of the Yang family's father and son asking for help, Cao Bin could only smile wryly and slowly shook his head.

Yang Ye saw that Cao Bin was helpless, and his heart was anxious, so he looked at Li Qiufeng again. But I saw that his face was pale, and although his eyes were blood-red, his eyes were slightly scattered, and he seemed to be thoughtful. It's just that although his expression is in a trance, his right hand is holding the long knife tightly, the green tendons on his hand are exposed, and it is obvious that the internal force has been concentrated on his arm. Yang Ye thought to himself that along the way, even in the face of thousands of troops, Li Qiufeng had never lost his mind so much. Seeing that Zhao Kuo was only three or four steps away from Li Qiufeng, Li Qiufeng was still motionless. Yang Ye was in a hurry, but there was no way.

Zhao Kuo walked three feet in front of Li Qiufeng, and then stopped. He was tall, half a head taller than Li Qiufeng. The two stood facing each other, looking each other in the eye. After a while, Zhao Kuo took another step forward, looked down at Li Qiufeng, then slowly turned around, and after standing for a long time, he suddenly knelt down.

In front of Zhao Kuo, there were thirty or forty sergeants who were mostly mutilated or kneeling. Although these sergeants are no longer the only ones with skulls left, they still look very terrifying because they are all incomplete.

And a hundred and ten zhang away, tens of thousands of soldiers knelt on the ground in the black. It's just that it's far away, and I don't know if these sergeants are still skulls, or if they have become ordinary people's faces.

Zhao Kuo faced these soldiers under his command thousands of years ago, and slowly lowered his head.

Everyone looked at Zhao Kuo with his hands on the ground, and he actually kowtowed to these sergeants, and they were shocked.

I saw Zhao Kuo kowtow three times in a row, and then he knelt on his knees and straightened up. And the thirty or forty sergeants in front of him were still kneeling on the ground, as if they did not even dare to raise their heads.

Zhao Kuo didn't look back, but grabbed his right hand back, holding the blade of Li Qiufeng's long knife, and then pressed the blade to his neck. Then he lowered his head, and it turned out to be a poke in the neck.

Li Qiufeng held the knife in his right hand, and the blade of the police knife hung above Zhao Kuo's neck. This knife is extremely sharp, and it only takes a slight force in the hand to cut off Zhao Kuo's head.

Can he cut this knife?

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