Chapter 1182: Down the saint
Sage Taihan narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhao Yun in front of him.
"Junior, are you trying to provoke the old man?"
The sage of Taihan is full of white hair flying, standing proudly in the void, his eyes are like ten thousand years of ice.
To be honest, Zhao Yun's momentum and cultivation are very strong, but she doesn't care about it.
Again, not a saint, but a mortal after all!
Zhao Yun didn't answer, but looked at Taihan Saint with indifferent expression, and looked at Taihan Saint, his dissatisfaction grew stronger.
"Boom!"
I saw Zhao Yun stepped on it lightly and disappeared instantly.
"Ok?"
Sage Taihan was shocked, his heart exploded suddenly, and he saw a bright silver spear and pointed it towards her.
The silver light lingers around like a horse, and the horrible blood is permeated!
This gun, like an ancient **** of war, pierced a shot from an unknown era to break the long river of time.
Passing three thousand miles in the sky, in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Saint Taihan.
The speed was so fast that the Saint Taihan didn't react.
"boom!"
Only the face of the immortal too cold, instinctively protecting the lord, raised the air with one hand, and grabbed the bright silver gentian spear.
The spear position remained unchanged, and he continued to point forward, passing through the Taihan Dharma, and piercing the Taihan Saint.
"Puff!"
The tip of the gun went straight into the flesh and blood, and a cloud of blood mist burst out of the body of Saint Tai Han.
Immediately, the whole person flew out, smashed through countless ancient palaces, and fell into the depths of the ice and snow palace.
The whole room was silent.
The disciple of the Ice and Snow Palace with an excited look, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and he looked at this scene in disbelief.
"This... this is impossible!"
All the disciples of the Ice and Snow Palace looked stupid, this scene completely exceeded their imagination.
This is completely different from what they expected!
Tai Han Patriarch is a powerful saint, high above the sky, overlooking the sky, watching the common people all over the world.
Such characters can't even catch a shot of Zhao Yun?
"Sage Taihan is not the opponent of this young white robe?"
Elder Yueyin took a breath, and his heart was even more shocked.
As the first elder of the Inner Sect, she knows the strength of Taihan Saint best.
Taihan Saint has achieved great power for a hundred thousand years, and it can be said that it is the oldest existence in the Ice and Snow Palace.
The realm of a saint, plus one hundred thousand years of accumulation.
This is enough to give a person the strength to dominate the world, and the strength shown by the Taihan Saint before undoubtedly corroborates this.
However, because of this, Zhao Yun, who was able to shoot the saint of Taihan, looked even more terrifying!
Mid-air.
"By the emperor's order, send you on the road!"
Zhao Yun lifted his spear diagonally, his white robe was fierce, like the Optimus Prime that suppresses the world.
Why are you too cold saint?
What else is too cold?
To stop the emperor and the empress dowager, step back to the imperial dynasty?
ridiculous!
Zilong is a general, can smooth everything for the emperor, and cut this old immortality!
"Junior, you are looking for death!"
At this moment, a roar came from the place where the Saint Taihan fell.
Surprisingly, the Saint Taihan flew back to Zhao Yun from the wreckage of the palace.
It's just that the current Taihan Saint has no longer his previous bearing, and there is a shocking hole of blood on his left shoulder, wading with blood.
Taihan Saint's face was full of anger that turned into anger, and his face was full of hideousness.
She underestimated Zhao Yun, and never expected that Zhao Yun was so strong, not weaker than ordinary saint martial artists.
To the effect, she would be easily knocked down by Zhao Yun.
But when she gets angry, the end of this junior is doomed!
