Breaking the Day

"We won?" Zhao Xiaobao, who was besieging the Tibetan Qing Pavilion disciples outside Chen Jingfeng and desperately harassing him, turned his head and looked at Qian Ningfeng in shock. He was surprised and happy.

Walking out of the cave, Han Tianxing, Ouyang Nan and others who came into the grotto looked at each other. They couldn't believe it and kept asking each other.

"We really won?" Ouyang Nan firmly grasped Han Tianxing's shoulder and swayed desperately. He repeated the sentence "We really won?"

Han Tianxing sobbed and choked, this stubborn and stubborn man who never gave in tears even if he was covered in blood, tearfully nodded: "We won! Brother, we really won!!"

Ouyang Nan was in tears, and he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Big brother!! Have you seen it, have you heard 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!!!"

Having said that, Ouyang Nan couldn't help crying, Han Tianxing burst into tears, he came late, and he couldn't realize that Ouyang Nan and his generation were in a period of decline and even destruction of the hidden sword pavilion. Tightening the rope around their neck little by little, they struggled desperately, the panic and despair of trying to save themselves.

But Ouyang Nan and the others have experienced too deeply, especially as they watched their peers die one by one and leave one by one, and in the end only a dozen of them were left fighting alone.

In this lonely battle, they once again personally sent away the comrades and partners they had been with for many years.

At the moment when they were buried, Ouyang Nan could best understand the true meaning of "whoever enters my sword pavilion are all my brothers."

Although there have been frictions and nastyness between them, they can still entrust their backs to each other when they are in the most dangerous situation, and they are even willing to sacrifice their brothers for their partners and for the sake of hiding the sword pavilion.

Their persistence, their struggle, their sacrifices, and their years have been dedicated to the hidden sword pavilion, and now, all of this has finally paid off. They have removed the broken ship of the hidden sword pavilion, which is about to fall into the abyss of unrecoverable death. Pulled back from the edge of the cliff!

Prisoner Qiu Chu, An Tong and others also came to the grotto. They were surprisingly not too moved. Prisoner Qiu Chu's eyes were slightly sparkling. He wanted to go up and cry with Ouyang Nan, but he moved a bit, after all. Step forward.

An Tong has complicated eyes. To be fair, he has deep feelings for Zangjian Pavilion, but when all these victories come, he finds that he doesn't have much joy, and he even feels that all of this is a little incompatible with him.

Qu Tongqiu and Zhao Yibai cried like children. They cried with each other in their arms. The grievances and humiliations of more than ten years seemed to be washed away at this moment. They finally proved their worth and finally proved that they are not a waste and burden.

In sharp contrast are the disciples of the Tibetan Pavilion.

Li Xuanming was the first to bear the brunt. He stood in the center of the grotto like a walking dead, motionless, as if unable to see the various eyes around him: disappointment, loss, blame, anger, contempt...

He was caught in the same shock as Ouyang Embroidery at the beginning. At this time, he deeply realized the feeling of Ouyang Embroidery being declared defeat at the moment of victory.

The other disciples of the Zangqing Pavilion were lost one by one, and none of them thought: They were the Zangqing Pavilion with more than two thousand people, and they actually lost to the Zangjian Pavilion, which had no more than ten people!

They don't understand why they lost, but the true elites are like a mirror in their hearts.

Every one of those disciples who did not work hard felt that there were so many people anyway, it didn't matter much to be less by yourself.

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

Speaking of it, there are more than two thousand people, but the ones who are really fighting are less than a hundred people at the core!

If more than two thousand people can twist into a rope, use one force to one place, give orders like Cangjian Pavilion, and fight desperately, how can Cangjian Pavilion have any chance of winning?

But there is no such thing as "if" in the world.

After Ma Qianli announced the outcome of the battle, the arbitrators rushed into the arena without any orders, and began to use magic to remove the boulders from the landslide and rescue the disciples who were trapped and crushed below.

In this battle, the Zangqing Pavilion suffered heavy losses. Seventeen of its disciples were directly killed, more than 200 people were seriously injured, and more than 1,000 people were slightly injured.

But the biggest impact was that this battle destroyed the pride and heart of the Tibetan Qing Pavilion. From Li Xuanming down, all the Tibetan Qing Pavilion disciples were lost.

And in sharp contrast is the surviving, high morale and spirit of the Tibetan Jiange disciples.

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

"Master!" Zhao Xiaobao rushed to Li Chengfeng's side, reaching out to help Li Chengfeng, but when his hand touched Li Chengfeng's cracked and cracked skin, Li Chengfeng took a breath.

Li Chengfeng's cheeks twitched slightly, and he managed to squeeze out a smile. He whispered and hardly said: "Keep it light! Do you want to kill me? Say, do you want to kill me so that you can inherit my darlings?"

Zhao Xiaobao snorted and burst into laughter. He watched Li Chengfeng's wound slowly healed, and he simply sat down with Li Chengfeng, watching the busy arbitrators walking around. He will be in Chenjingfeng. After simply narrating the battle with Li Chengfeng, he sighed in a low voice, "Master, is it all over?"

Li Chengfeng laughed: "Is it all over?"

Zhao Xiaobao suddenly slapped his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "There is even more terrifying Tibetan Brocade Pavilion...Master, what should we do? Have we ever beaten Tibetan Brocade Pavilion?"

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

Zhao Xiaobao choked, and said bitterly, "What should I do?"

Li Chengfeng asked back: "Do you think there is a chance of victory in the Tibetan sword pavilion before this battle begins?"

Zhao Xiaobao thought for a while and said, "No. But, Master, I think... it's still not comparable."

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

Zhao Xiaobao said: "The battle between the Cangjian Pavilion and the Cangqing Pavilion is a life and death battle for the Cangjian Pavilion. We have no retreat; but although the Cangjin Pavilion and us are also a life and death battle, we already had a retreat at that time. Will fight desperately, but others may not."

Li Chengfeng nodded and said, "Go on."

Zhao Xiaobao was encouraged, and then said: "Moreover, after this battle, Master, you are almost exhausted, and you have run out of ammunition and food... Our hidden sword pavilion is now at the end of the battle."

Li Chengfeng nodded with satisfaction: "You have also grown...you have 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 himself." He stretched out his hand and said to Zhao Xiaobao: "Help me up, let's take a good look at the next battle. How to fight?"

Zhao Xiaobao helped Li Chengfeng to stand up. He looked happy and whispered: "Master, are you sure?"

Li Chengfeng sneered: "How is it possible?"

Zhao Xiaobao's face collapsed: "I thought Master had a way."

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "There is no way! But if there is any way, you have to fight! How do you know the result if you don't fight? But..." He said, his face changed and his face became extremely gloomy and angry: "Here Before, I was going to trouble with a guy! Because of this guy, we almost lost, and the hidden sword pavilion was almost dead!