"We won?" Zhao Xiaobao, who was besieging the Zangqing Pavilion disciples outside Chenjing Peak and harassing them desperately, turned to look at Qian Ningfeng in shock. He was surprised and happy.
After walking out of the cave, Han Tianxing, Ouyang Nan and others looked at each other in the grotto. They couldn't believe it and kept asking each other questions.
"Did we really win?" Ouyang Nan grabbed Han Tianxing's shoulders and shook him desperately. He repeated the same sentence over and over again, "Did we really win?"
Han Tianxing sobbed and choked. This stubborn man who would never give in with tears even if he was covered in blood, kept nodding with tears streaming down his face: "We won! Senior brother, we really won!!"
Ouyang Nan's eyes filled with tears. He raised his head and shouted loudly: "Elder brother!! Did you see it, did you hear it!! We won!! Hidden Sword Pavilion is alive!!! Old Qin! Stupid big guy!! Have you all seen it?! Hidden Sword Pavilion is alive!!!"
As he said that, Ouyang Nan couldn't help but burst into tears, and Han Tianxing burst into tears. He came late and couldn't appreciate the kind of look that Ouyang Nan and his generation had when they were in a period of decline and even destruction of Hidden Sword Pavilion. Tightening the rope around their necks bit by bit, they struggled desperately to save themselves with panic and despair.
But Ouyang Nan and the others experienced it too deeply, especially as they watched their peers around them die one by one and leave one by one. In the end, only a dozen of them were left fighting alone.
In this lonely fighting process, they once again personally sent away their comrades and partners who had been with them for many years.
At the moment when they were buried, Ouyang Nan could best understand the true meaning of "Those who enter my sword pavilion are all my brothers".
Although there have been frictions and nastiness between them, in the most critical time, they can still trust each other, and are even willing to sacrifice their brothers for the sake of their partners and the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
Their persistence, their struggle, their sacrifices, and their years were all dedicated to the Cangjian Pavilion, and now, all of this has finally paid off. They have restored the Cangjian Pavilion, a broken ship that was about to fall into the abyss of eternal death. Pulled back from the edge of the cliff!
Qiu Chuqiu, An Tong and others also came to the grotto. They were surprisingly not too moved. Qiu Chuqiu's eyes were slightly gleaming. He wanted to go up and cry with Ouyang Nan, but he moved a little, and finally didn't. Come forward.
An Tong's eyes were complicated. To be fair, he had deep feelings for Hidden Sword Pavilion, but when all this victory came, he found that he was not too happy, and he even felt that all this was incompatible with him.
Qu Tongqiu and Zhao Yibai cried like children. They held each other's arms and cried. The grievances and humiliations of more than ten years seemed to be washed away in this moment. They finally proved their worth and proved that they were not useless burdens.
In sharp contrast are the disciples of Zangqing Pavilion.
The first person to bear the brunt was Li Xuanming. He stood in the center of the grotto like a zombie, motionless, as if he couldn't see the various eyes around him: disappointment, loss, blame, anger, contempt...
He fell into the same shock as Ouyang Xiu. At this time, he deeply understood the feeling of Ouyang Xiu being declared defeated at the moment of victory.
The other disciples of Zangqing Pavilion were all devastated. None of them thought that they, a Zangqing Pavilion with more than 2,000 people, actually lost to Zangjian Pavilion with only ten people!
They couldn't figure out why they lost, but the real elites felt like they had a clear mind.
Every disciple who works hard but does not contribute any effort feels that there are so many people anyway, and it doesn’t matter if one of them is missing.
But if one person is like this, two people are like this, hundreds of people are like this, or even thousands of people are like this, then where is the cohesion and combat effectiveness of Zangqing Pavilion
It sounds like there are more than 2,000 people, but those who are actually fighting are less than a hundred people in the core!
If more than two thousand people can twist into a rope, use their strength in one place, issue orders like Zangjian Pavilion, and fight desperately, then how can Zangjian Pavilion have any chance of winning
But there is no such thing as "if" in this world.
After Ma Qianli announced the outcome of the battle, the arbiters rushed into the field without any instructions and began to use magic to move away the huge boulders from the landslide and rescue the disciples who were trapped and crushed underneath.
In this battle, Zangqing Pavilion suffered heavy losses. Seventeen disciples were directly killed, more than two hundred were seriously injured, and more than a thousand were slightly injured.
But the biggest impact was that this battle destroyed the self-esteem and morale of Zangqing Pavilion. From Li Xuanming down, all the disciples of Zangqing Pavilion were devastated.
In stark contrast, the high-spirited morale and spirit of the disciples of the Cangjian Pavilion survived the disaster.
Zhao Xiaobao rushed to the battlefield at Qian Ningfeng for the first time. When he first saw Li Chengfeng sitting next to a boulder, his face swollen and covered in blood, but holding the battle flag tightly in his arms, Zhao Xiaobao burst into tears. It flowed down with a splash.
"Master!" Zhao Xiaobao flew to Li Chengfeng's side and reached out 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 forced out a smile. He said in a low voice and with difficulty: "Be gentle! Do you want to kill me? Tell me, do you want to kill me so that you can inherit these treasures from me?"
Zhao Xiaobao let out a cry and laughed. He watched the wounds on Li Chengfeng's body heal slowly, so he simply sat down with Li Chengfeng and looked at the busy arbiters walking around. After briefly describing the battle to Li Chengfeng, he sighed in a low voice: "Master, is it all over?"
Li Chengfeng laughed: "Is it over?"
Zhao Xiaobao suddenly realized, patted his head, smiled bitterly, and said: "There is an even more terrifying Hidden Brocade Pavilion... Young Master, what should we do? Can we beat the Hidden Brocade Pavilion?"
Li Chengfeng was very single and said simply: "I can't beat him!"
Zhao Xiaobao choked and said with a grimace, "What should we do?"
Li Chengfeng asked, "Do you think Hidden Sword Pavilion has a chance of winning before this battle begins?"
Zhao Xiaobao thought for a moment and said, "No. But, Master, I think... it's still incomparable."
Li Chengfeng asked with interest: "Oh? What do you think?"
Zhao Xiaobao said: "The battle between Zangjian Pavilion and Zangqing Pavilion is a life and death battle for Zangjian Pavilion, and we have no retreat; but although Zangjin Pavilion and us are also a life and death battle, we already have a retreat at that time. Maybe the young master and the few of us They will fight to the death, but others may not."
Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Continue."
Zhao Xiaobao was encouraged and continued: "And after this battle, Master, you are almost at the end of your rope, until you run out of ammunition and food... Our Hidden Sword Pavilion is now at the end of its war effort."
Li Chengfeng nodded happily and said, "You have also made progress... You have all made progress."
Zhao Xiaobao said: "But without the young master... we are nothing."
Li Chengfeng shook his head and said: "Everyone's life is determined by their own efforts." He stretched out his hand and said to Zhao Xiaobao: "Help me up, let's take a look at the next battle. How to fight?"
Zhao Xiaobao helped Li Chengfeng stand up. He looked happy and whispered: "Master, are you sure?"
Li Chengfeng sneered: "How is that possible?"
Zhao Xiaobao's face fell: "I thought the young master had a solution."
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 said, his expression changed, and his face became extremely gloomy and angry: "Before this , I want to find trouble with a guy first! Because of this guy, we almost lost, and Hidden Sword Pavilion was almost doomed!"