Chapter 202 The holy object is right in front of you
"Get away!"
"Get out of my way!"
Before they even entered the stone gate, the people who seemed to be talking peacefully just now were already fighting each other with swords.
"clang!"
"laugh!"
"boom!"
The light of swords and shadows of swords, the concentration of martial arts, caused the sound of explosions to continue.
Many people turned into corpses and fell to the ground before they even entered the door.
"Let's go too!"
Wu Changkong's pupils shrank, the feather fan in his hand shrank, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the stone door, followed by the two old men behind him.
At the same time, Yun Xianque grabbed Yu Wujie and rushed towards the stone gate with the two old men behind him.
"Miss!"
"Miss!"
Seeing this, Yang Mu and Yang Sen looked at Yunxian Que anxiously.
"I said, I won't go." Yun Xianque gritted his teeth and said.
The two of them glanced at the two sects that had disappeared and sighed heavily.
"Hey, no one from Fengyun Valley came in?" Fifth Changkong rushed towards the altar in front of him at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he looked behind him, but did not find anyone from Fengyun Valley. He couldn't help but make a confused voice.
"Sir, don't worry about them, it's important to obtain the sacred objects." The fifth formation reminded.
"That's right, sacred objects are the most important."
Fifth Changkong used his speed to the extreme and rushed towards the main hall in front of him with a face full of enthusiasm.
Finally, the main hall was in front of him, and the three holy objects were already waving to him.
However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly appeared.
"Humph, if you want to obtain a sacred object, have you asked me about the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
At the same time as the voice fell, a blue-red sword light suddenly appeared and fell suddenly.
Seeing this, Wu Changkong's expression changed, his feather fan spread out, and several sharp weapons shot out.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sword light dissipated.
But this sword also completely blocked Fifth Changkong's path forward.
When he looked up again, he found several people from Tianjian Sect appearing in front of him.
"Peng Xian'er!"
Fifth Changkong gritted his teeth.
Then he waved his feather fan, and a sharp cold light shot out. At the same time, his body turned into a stream of light and attacked Peng Xian'er.
"snort!"
The two people in the fifth formation also snorted coldly, and the battle between Chang Jian Kong and Chang Jian Kong started.
With almost no probing, the two sides started a fierce confrontation.
Obviously they knew very well that among the people present, the only one who could stop them from obtaining the holy object was the other party.
Whoever defeats the opponent first and rushes to the front hall will be qualified to win the sacred object.
"Tianyu!"
After the collision, the feather fan in Wu Changkong's hand rose into the air. With a quick hand seal, the feather fan immediately rotated rapidly, and countless hidden weapons were emitted from it, like flying feathers all over the sky, attacking Peng Xian'er intensively.
"Heavenly Sword!"
Peng Xian'er was also not to be outdone. The long sword in his hand trembled, and then he took it out, dragging out a stream of light in the air, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and suddenly formed a shadow of the sword all over the sky.
"Formation, Daitianweiwan!"
"Array, critical strike thunder bomb!"
On the side, the two people from the fifth formation of Chuixue Villa directly used their trump cards to attack. After all, the sacred object was present, and the longer the delay, the more changes would occur.
But the two people in the fifth formation thought so, why didn't Chang Jiankong and the two people think so too?
"Swordsmanship, swordsmanship is eternal!"
"Swordsmanship, Heavenly Sword Comes Down the Mountain!"
Almost at the same time that the two of them launched their attacks in the fifth formation, the long swords in their hands also concentrated a super powerful attack.
"Oh, God bless, God bless, don't let it affect me!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Wujie next to him was so frightened that he almost lost his nerve. He hid in a recessed stone crevice and clasped his hands together in prayer.
finally.
The attacks of several people finally collided in the long and narrow passage.
"boom!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
Perhaps because of a chain reaction, after the first blast, a series of sonic booms rang out.
Then, violent energy, accompanied by the remaining sword light, suddenly enveloped the entire corridor.
Many other monks in the corridor were affected and seriously injured.
Finally, when the energy dissipated, his vision returned to clarity.
The passage has been completely destroyed.
"Sorry, you lost, the sacred object is ours."
Peng Xian'er said in a cold voice, although a few of them were also injured, but compared to the people at Chuixue Villa, they were much more minor.
After saying that, Peng Xian'er sneered and led Chang Jian Kong and the two of them towards the main hall not far away.
"Damn it, stop them quickly."
The fifth team shouted with a pale face.
But while speaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood. He tried to stop it, but it was obviously a little too late.
After all, Chuixue Villa is good at hidden weapon formations. Facing the Tianjian Sect, which is famous for its attacks, it is obvious that they still lack a lot in terms of combat power.
The three people who could only watch helplessly at Tianjian Sect were the first to get there.
"Two elders, each of us will take one of the three sacred objects. We must capture them all." Peng Xian'er shouted excitedly as he quickly entered the hall and looked at the altar not far ahead.
"It's a saint."
The two elders nodded quickly, their eyes flashing brightly. After all, the holy object was about to be put into the bag, and even Lord Wu could not control his excitement.
Close.
Closer.
The three of them were even more excited, and they all took a breath at the same time.
"Let's take action together."
Peng Xianer shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, he arrived at the altar almost at the same time, with an excited look on his face, and at the same time, his hands shrouded in vitality moved toward the location of the sacred object.
However, the next moment.
The smiles on the faces of the three people suddenly froze, and their palms froze in mid-air.