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"We won?" Zhao Xiaobao, who is besieging the disciples of the Tibetan Pavilion outside chenjingfeng, turns his head in shock and looks at qianning peak. He is surprised and happy.

Out of the cave, Han Tianxing and Ouyang Nan, who came to the grottoes, looked at each other. They couldn't believe it and kept asking each other.

"Did we really win?" Ouyang Nan grabs Han Tianxing's shoulder and shakes it desperately. He repeats a sentence again and again: "did we really win?"

Han Tianxing sobbed, this stubborn and stubborn man who never shed tears even though he was covered with blood. He nodded in tears: "we won! Elder martial brother, we really won

Ouyang Nan's eyes filled with tears, he raised his head and yelled: "big brother!! Did you see it? Did you hear it!! We won!! Tibetan sword Pavilion is alive!!! Lao Qin! Big fool!! Did you all see it!! Tibetan sword Pavilion is alive

With that, Ouyang Nan couldn't help crying, and Han Tianxing burst into tears. He came late and couldn't realize the panic and despair of Ouyang Nan's generation, who were in the decline and even extinction of the Tibetan sword Pavilion, watching the rope around their necks tighten little by little, and they struggled desperately to save themselves.

However, Ouyang Nan and his colleagues had a profound experience, especially as they watched their peers die one by one and leave one by one. Finally, only a dozen of them were left to fight alone.

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

At the moment of burying them, Ouyang Nan could understand the true meaning of "those who enter my sword pavilion are my brothers".

Although there was friction and sordid between them, they could still entrust their backs to each other when they were in the most dangerous situation, and they were willing to sacrifice their brothers for the sake of partners and for the sake of hiding sword Pavilion.

Their insistence, their struggle, their sacrifice, and their years were dedicated to the Tibetan sword Pavilion. Now, all these things have finally paid off. They have pulled back the broken boat which is about to fall into the abyss of eternal death from the edge of the cliff!

Qiu chuchuan, an Tong and others also came to the grottoes. They were surprisingly not moved. Qiu Chu's eyes were a little bright. He wanted to go up and cry with Ouyang Nan, but he moved for a moment, but he did not come forward.

On the other hand, an Tong's eyes are complicated. To be fair, he has deep feelings for the Tibetan sword Pavilion. However, when all these victories come, he finds that he doesn't have much joy. He even feels that all this is out of keeping with himself.

Qu Tongqiu and Zhao Yibai cry like children. They cry bitterly. It seems that the grievances and humiliations of more than ten years are washed away in this moment. They finally proved their value and finally proved that they are not a waste burden.

In sharp contrast, the disciples of the Tibetan Pavilion.

Li xuanming was the first to bear the brunt. He stood in the center of the grottoes like a walking corpse, motionless, as if he couldn't see all kinds of eyes around him: disappointment, loss, blame, anger, contemptuousness

He fell into the same impact as Ouyang embroidery. At this time, he deeply realized the feeling that Ouyang embroidery was declared a failure at the moment of victory.

The other disciples of the zangqing Pavilion lost their souls one by one, and none of them thought that their Tibetan pavilion with more than 2000 people lost to the Tibetan sword Pavilion, which even had no more than ten people!

They don't understand why they lost, but the real elites are in the mirror.

Those disciples who didn't work hard felt that it didn't matter if there were so many people anyway.

However, one person, two people, hundreds of people, even thousands of people are like this. Where is the cohesion and combat effectiveness of zangqing pavilion?

It's more than 2000 people, but those who are really fighting are less than 100 people in the core!

If more than 2000 people can be twisted into a rope, force to one place, like the Tibetan sword pavilion to order, fight hard, then the Tibetan sword Pavilion will have no chance of winning?

But there is no word "if" in the world.

After Ma Qianli announced the outcome of the battle, the arbitrators rushed into the arena without command and began to use magic to remove the huge rocks from the landslide and rescue the trapped and trapped disciples.

In this war, the Tibetan Qing Pavilion suffered heavy losses, with 17 directly killed disciples, more than 200 seriously injured and more than 1000 slightly injured.

However, the biggest impact is that this war has destroyed the self-esteem and morale of the Tibetan Pavilion. From Li xuanming down, all the disciples of the Tibetan pavilion have lost their souls.

In sharp contrast to this is the morale and spirit of the disciples of the Tibetan sword Pavilion.

Zhao Xiaobao rushed to the battlefield of qianning peak for the first time. When he saw Li Chengfeng sitting next to a huge stone with swollen face and blood all over his body, but holding the flag tightly in his arms, Zhao Xiaobao's tears burst and flowed down.

"Young master!" Zhao Xiaobao flies to Li Chengfeng and reaches out to help Li Chengfeng. But when his hand just touches Li Chengfeng's cracked skin, Li takes a breath of cold air.Li Chengfeng's cheek slightly puffed out and forced out a smile. He said in a low voice with difficulty: "be quiet! You want to kill me? Say, do you want to kill me to inherit my treasures

Zhao Xiaobao snorted and broke his tears into a smile. He watched Li Chengfeng's wound heal slowly, so he sat down with Li Chengfeng and watched the busy arbitrators walking around. After describing the battle of chenjingfeng with Li Chengfeng, he sighed in a low voice: "young master, is it all over?"

Li Chengfeng said with a smile: "is it all over?"

Zhao Xiaobao suddenly patted his head and said with a bitter smile, "there is a more terrible Tibetan brocade Pavilion Young master, what should we do? Can you beat the Tibetan brocade pavilion? "

Li Chengfeng is a bachelor, simply said: "can't beat!"

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

Li Chengfeng asked, "before this battle, do you think the Tibetan sword pavilion has a chance to win?"

Zhao Xiaobao thought for a moment and said, "No. But, young master, I think Still can't compare. "

Li Chengfeng asked with great interest: "Oh? What do you think? "

Although the way to fight against the sword Pavilion is not necessarily the way to fight with us, we may not have the way to retreat from the sword Pavilion

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "keep talking."

Zhao Xiaobao was encouraged, and then said, "and after this war, you are almost at the end of your tether, and you have run out of ammunition and food Our Tibetan sword Pavilion is now at the end of its tether. "

Li Chengfeng nodded happily and said, "you have also grown into You've all grown up. "

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 himself." He reached out his hand and said to Zhao Xiaobao, "help me up. Let's sum up and see how to fight the next battle."

Zhao Xiaobao helped Li Chengfeng to stand up. He looked happy and said in a low voice, "is young master sure?"

Li Chengfeng sneered: "how can it be?"

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

Li Chengfeng said with a smile: "there is no way! But if there is any way, we should fight! How can we know the result if we don't fight? But... " He said, his face changed, his face became extremely gloomy and angry: "before this, I want to find a guy's trouble first! Because of this man, we almost lost, and the Tibetan sword pavilion was almost doomed

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