"We won?" Zhao Xiaobao, who was besieging the disciples of the Tibetan Qing Pavilion outside Chen Jingfeng, who was desperately harassing him, turned his head to look at Qian Ning Feng in shock, he was surprised and delighted.

Walking out of the cave, Han Tianxing, Ouyang Nan and the others who came to the grotto looked at each other, and they kept asking each other in disbelief.

"Did we really win?" Ouyang Nan grabbed Han Tianxing's shoulder hard, shaking desperately, he repeated the sentence over and over again, "We really won?"

Han Tianxing whimpered and choked, this stubborn and tenacious man, who would never shed tears and give in even if he was covered in blood, nodded with tears streaming down his face: "We won! Senior brother, we really won!!"

Ouyang Nan burst into tears, he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Senior brother!!Did you see it, did you hear it!!!We won!!The Hidden Sword Pavilion is alive!! old Qin!!Stupid big man!!Have you all seen it!!The Hidden Sword Pavilion is alive!!

Saying that, Ouyang Nan couldn't help but cry, and Han Tianxing also burst into tears, he came late, and he couldn't understand that Ouyang Nan and their generation were in a period of decline and even destruction of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the kind of panic and despair that watched the ropes around their necks tighten little by little, and they struggled desperately to save themselves.

But Ouyang Nan and the others had too profound a deep experience, especially when they watched their peers around them die one by one and leave one by one, and in the end, only a dozen of them were left to fight alone.

In this lonely battle process, they once again personally sent away their comrades-in-arms and partners who had been with them for many years.

When they were buried, Ouyang Nan could best understand the true meaning of "those who enter my Sword Pavilion are my own brothers".

Although there has been friction and dirtiness between them, when it comes to the most dangerous time, they can still entrust their backs to each other, and they are even willing to sacrifice their brothers for their partners and for the sake of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Their persistence, their struggle, their sacrifices, and their years have all been dedicated to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and now, all of this has finally paid off, and they have pulled the broken ship of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which is about to fall into the abyss of death, from the edge of the cliff again!

Qiu Chujiao, An Tong and others also came to the grotto, they were surprisingly not too moved, Qiu Chujiao's eyes were slightly crystalline, he wanted to go up and hug Ouyang Nan and cry, but he moved, and did not come forward after all.

An Tong had a complicated gaze, in all fairness, he had a deep affection for the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but when all this victory came, he found that he didn't have much joy, and even he felt that all this was a little incompatible with himself.

And Qu Tongqiu and Zhao Yibai cried like children, the two hugged their heads and cried, more than ten years of grievances and humiliations seemed to be washed away at this moment, they finally proved their worth, and finally proved that they were not a waste burden.

In stark contrast are the disciples of the Tibetan Qing Pavilion.

The first to bear the brunt was Li Xuanming, who stood in the center of the grotto like a walking corpse, motionless, as if he could not see the various eyes around him: disappointment, loss, blame, anger, contempt......

He fell into the same impact as Ouyang Xiu at the beginning, and at this time, he deeply experienced the feeling that Ouyang Xiu was declared defeated at the moment of victory.

The other disciples of the Tibetan Qing Pavilion lost their souls one by one, and none of them thought that they were the Zangqing Pavilion, which had more than 2,000 people, and they actually lost to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which had no even ten people!

They couldn't figure out why they were losing, but the real elites were like mirrors in their hearts.

Those disciples who did not contribute to the work felt that there were so many people anyway, and it didn't matter much if they were alone.

But one person is like this, two people are like this, hundreds of people are like this, and even thousands of people are like this, so where is the cohesion of the Tibetan Qing Pavilion and where is the combat effectiveness?

Speaking of more than 2,000 people, it is only less than 100 people in the core who are really fighting!

If more than 2,000 people can twist into a rope and force it to one place, like the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, give orders and fight desperately, then how can the Tibetan Sword Pavilion have any chance of winning?

But there is no such thing as an if.

After Ma Qianli announced the outcome of the battle, the arbitrators rushed into the arena without any orders, and began to use spells to move away the collapsed rocks and rescue the trapped and crushed disciples.

In this battle, the Tibetan Qing Pavilion suffered heavy losses, 17 disciples were directly killed, more than 200 people were seriously injured, and more than 1,000 people were lightly injured.

But the biggest impact is that this war knocked out the self-esteem and spirit of the Zangqing Pavilion, and from Li Xuanming downwards, all the disciples of the Zangqing Pavilion lost their souls.

In stark contrast to it, the morale and spirit of the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion were high for the rest of their lives.

Zhao Xiaobao rushed to the battlefield of Qianning Peak for the first time, and when he first saw Li Chengfeng sitting next to a boulder, his face swollen and covered in blood, but he was holding the battle flag tightly in his arms, Zhao Xiaobao's tears flowed down in a hurry.

"Young Master!" Zhao Xiaobao flew to Li Chengfeng's side and stretched out his hand to help Li Chengfeng, but as soon as his hand touched Li Chengfeng's broken and cracked skin, Li Chengfeng gasped.

Li Chengfeng's cheeks twitched slightly, and he barely squeezed out a smile, and he said in a low and difficult voice: "Light! Do you want to kill me?"

Zhao Xiaobao snorted, burst into laughter, he watched the wounds on Li Chengfeng's body slowly heal, so he simply sat down with Li Chengfeng, looking at the busy arbitrators walking around, he briefly recounted the battle with Li Chengfeng in Chen Jingfeng, and sighed in a low voice: "Young master, it's all over, right?"

Li Chengfeng laughed: "Is it all over?"

Zhao Xiaobao suddenly, patted his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "There is an even more terrifying Tibetan Pavilion...... Young Master, what should we do? Can we beat the Tibetan Pavilion?"

Li Chengfeng was very simple and said simply: "I can't beat it!"

Zhao Xiaobao choked for a moment, and said with a bitter face: "Then what should I do?"

Li Chengfeng asked rhetorically, "Could it be that before this battle starts, do you think that the Hidden Sword Pavilion has a chance of winning?"

Zhao Xiaobao thought for a while and said, "No." But, young master, I think ...... Still can't be compared. ”

Li Chengfeng asked with interest: "Oh, what do you think?"

Zhao Xiaobao said: "The battle between the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Zangqing Pavilion is a life-and-death battle for the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and we have no way out; ”

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Go on." ”

Zhao Xiaobao was encouraged, and then said: "And after this battle, young master, you are almost exhausted, and you will run out of ammunition and food...... Our Hidden Sword Pavilion is now at the end of its power. ”

Li Chengfeng nodded with satisfaction and said, "You have also grown in...... You've all grown. ”

Zhao Xiaobao said: "But there is no young master...... We are nothing. ”

Li Chengfeng shook his head and said, "Everyone's life is made by themselves." He stretched out his hand and said to Zhao Xiaobao: "Help me up, let's sum it up and see how to fight in the next battle?"

Zhao Xiaobao helped Li Chengfeng to stand up, his face was happy, and he said in a low voice: "Young master is sure?"

Li Chengfeng sneered: "How is it possible?"

Zhao Xiaobao's face fell: "I thought the young master had a way." ”

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "There is no way! But if there is no way, we have to fight! How can we know the result if we don't fight?" But ......" As he spoke, his face changed, and his face became extremely gloomy and angry: "Before that, I want to go to find a guy for trouble! Because of this person, we almost lost, and the Hidden Sword Pavilion almost lost a little bit!"