Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1605 Taoist Head
  The Shadow Guard, or Zhang Han's reaction speed is still very fast.

Although the patrol post failed to detect these infiltrators immediately, when the fighting started, Zhang Han immediately noticed the movement and hurriedly led his team over.

But it actually doesn't matter whether he brings someone over or not.

When he came over, the ground was already covered with abnormally twisted corpses. The blood dyed the grass around Xiaomeng dark red, forming an extremely dazzling contrast with the small amount of green grass that remained bright.

The two female Tianzong disciples who had been controlled just now were looking at the bloody scene in front of them calmly. It seemed that they believed in the strength of their leader, so they were not afraid at all just now.

Of the five people who sneaked in to assassinate Xiao Meng, only one is left, and the whole person is still under Xiao Meng's control.

He was stubborn and did not beg for mercy at this time. He squeezed out a death wish from his throat:

"Demon...woman, why don't you kill me!"

"Death or life, life is..."

Xiaomeng responded to the other party neither salty nor blandly, twisting her green jade fingers to resemble orchids, outlining traces that seemed to be there or not in the air.

"When you are born and when you die, it is God's will..."

As Xiao Meng's words fell, the only living person gradually raised the long sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing in his direction.

From the twisted expression on his face and the slight trembling of his limbs due to the struggle, it was easy to see that he did not do this out of his original intention, but it was a pity that he was unable to resist Xiao Meng.

"If you insist on life and death, how can you continue to be a Taoist disciple?"

"Wouldn't it be comfortable to just be at peace with your fate?"

After two more words, the last infiltrator finally stabbed himself through the throat with a sword, killing himself. Blood spurted out, but after getting close to Xiaomeng, he was covered by a layer of dim gray aura. It was all blocked - no wonder there was no trace of blood within a one-foot radius around her body.

Zhang Han looked at this scene and his eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

It wasn't that he was frightened by this bloody scene. To the Shadow Guard, this was nothing more than childishness. It was just that he felt that this kind of scene was not suitable for the head of the majestic Taoist Tianzong.

To be specific...it's not classy enough!

Shouldn't the leader of Tianzong kill people in a formless and silent manner? How could it be so bloody?
  This is purely prejudice - the more people are from Tianzong, the less they care about how to kill people.

For them, everything in the world is life and death, so why is death not death?

At most, they don't know how to kill people or deliberately torture people, but when it comes to killing people, they are completely unscrupulous... or the method of being particular is very different from ordinary people.

Zhang Han couldn't help but sigh in his heart - the girl who used to have a tough and aggressive personality, now even though she has grown into the head master of Tianzong, she still seems to have not changed her decisive character, and she is so ruthless in killing people.

After sighing with emotion, Zhang Han approached Xiaomeng and said with a smile:
  "Zhang Han is a little late, I hope you can forgive me, master."

Xiao Meng raised her hand and sucked her Qiuli sword into her hand, flicked it gently, put the whisk at the end of the sword hilt on her arm, turned around, glanced at Zhang Han and said:
  "This kind of thing can also break through the defense of the Shadow Guards... Did you let them in on purpose? Do you want to see my current strength?"

"Haha... Master has misunderstood. It's just that Zhang Han did things poorly and made some omissions." Zhang Han responded with a smile, "Besides, with Master's level of cultivation, these minions are not qualified to be used to test Master. .”

"It's ridiculous that these idiots who don't know how to live or die are losing their lives in vain."

In this matter, it was really just a mistake made by the secret guard that allowed these people to sneak in... The biggest and only doubt is that Zhang Han has no idea how they got in.

Although the strength of these few people is considered to be elite disciples in the Taoist sect, it is not so easy and smooth to break through the defense of the Shadow Guards.

You must know that Zhang Han also brings the most elite personnel of the Shadow Guard, and their martial arts strength and even loyalty are reliable enough. Regarding the answer to this question, Zhang Han had a guess - these people had known their route of action for a long time and had made arrangements in advance so that they could sneak in through loopholes.

Behind these people, I am afraid there is support from other forces.

But there was no need for him to tell Xiaomeng this.

Regarding Zhang Han's last sigh, Xiao Meng replied nonchalantly:
  "Pick a flower, pick a leaf."

"The withering of some lives is also to decorate the scenery in other people's eyes."

"There is no difference between them." Xiao Meng said as she walked lightly and gracefully on her long legs under her long skirt, walking through the bloody corpses on the ground in an enchanting and dignified manner.

As worthy of being a Taoist and a Heavenly Sect, the view of life and death is simple enough.

Zhang Han raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He turned to look at his men and ordered:
  "Get rid of all these bodies."

Xiaomeng couldn't help but ask after hearing this:
  "Is there anything to clean up?"

"These people grew up eating grains and grains and did nothing. Now that they are dead, they just moisturize the grass and trees."

This is the Taoist cycle of heavenly principles.

Zhang Han cupped his hands and replied with a smile, "What the master said is absolutely true, but the Shadow Guards are not handling the corpse for burial, but to clean up the traces of the battle to prevent experts from making assumptions about the master's actions through the wounds on the corpse."

This kind of worry is not unnecessary. Top swordsmen like Gai Nie Weizhuang can infer the moves of the person who did it from the traces on the corpse. If there are more traces, they may be able to deduce the martial arts of the person. Come out with seventy-seven or eighty-eight.

Therefore, it is still necessary to be on guard.

Hearing this, Xiaomeng couldn't help but smile at Zhang Han and praised:
  "The Shadow Guard... is indeed professional and thoughtful!"

Looking at Xiaomeng who suddenly smiled like a flower, Zhang Han couldn't help but be stunned.

Xiaomeng saw this and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Han came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment and replied:
  "When I saw you just now...you smiled, you realized that you are actually no different from Xiaomeng ten years ago, and you are only a twenty-eight-year-old girl now."

Xiaomeng smiled again when he heard this, and replied with a smile:

"I am still me. It doesn't matter ten years ago or ten years later. It has always been like this."

"You will have the illusion that your eyes are blocked by those high, low, leaders, masters... these nihilistic things."

"This shows how many people this old man Confucius has harmed."

Finally, Xiaomeng dissed Kong Shengren again.

"It is true that people in the world are easily blinded by these appearances, but how many people can transcend the shackles of the world?" Zhang Han responded with a smile, "As for whether Confucius is right or wrong, I am not qualified to comment... You seem to dislike him very much? "

Xiaomeng continued to walk forward and replied with a smile, "As far as I am concerned, there is no such thing as liking or disliking, but... if I say he is wrong, then he is wrong."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gradually walked away.

Zhang Han raised his eyebrows helplessly and laughed, then turned to stare at the Shadow Secret Guard to clean up the mess.

(End of this chapter)