After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 711

However, she quickly stopped backing down and looked resolutely at Mo Yi: "Lord Mo Yi, if you block my way, then don't blame Alna for being offensive."

"Huh, just you?"

Mo Yi didn't take a mere witch seriously. He didn't even draw his Tang sword, and instead struck Alna's shoulder with a palm strike.

Meng Qianqian quickly pulled Alna behind her.

Meng Lang then strode forward and punched Mo Yi's large hand.

As their fists and palms clashed, a terrifying burst of internal energy exploded around them.

This was the first time Meng Lang had fought Mo Yi. Mo Yi's fierce internal force was like thousands of silver needles, piercing into his meridians at the same time.

He was in excruciating pain from his arm to his shoulder blade.

The two are instantly separated.

He took several steps back, his forehead already covered in cold sweat.

He clutched his left arm and gritted his teeth: "This guy is way better than Donu."

He didn't have this much trouble against Donu.

"Lord Mo Yi is the Princess's confidant, and his martial arts skills far surpass those of Donu."

Alna kindly reminded him, "Young Master Meng, you should be careful."

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Lang said to Meng Qianqian, "Maybe I shouldn't try to be a hero."

Meng Qianqian: "No, you're being stubborn."

Meng Lang: "..."

"let's go."

Meng Qianqian said to Alna.

Alna turned to look at Meng Lang: "Young Master Meng... can you handle Lord Mo Yi all by yourself?"

Meng Qianqian said nonchalantly, "If you can't beat them, run away. It's better for one to die than three."

Just as Meng Lang was about to make a move, he heard his older sister's words, "It's better to die than to die," and he was so angry that he almost stumbled and fell onto Mo Yi.

Alna asked with surprise and doubt, "Is Young Master Meng your younger brother?"

Meng Qianqian said, "Right?"

Alna stammered, "What do you mean...right..."

She didn't have time to ask questions; she had to cherish the chance to escape that she had gained by exchanging Meng Lang for his life.

Unfortunately, the two retreated back into the alley in no time.

Meng Lang and Mo Yi were locked in a fierce battle.

Mo Yi's offensive was too fierce, and he was about to be overwhelmed. When he turned around, something even more fatal happened.

His eyes were filled with despair: "Why did I come back? To be buried with me?"

He realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.

At the other end of the alley, a large group of men in black, swords in hand, forced their way into the alley.

"Now we're completely blocked. It's already difficult to deal with one big guy, and now we have so many obstacles..."

Meng Lang's head was throbbing.

The capital is in chaos; he wants to go back to Youzhou!
"Tiger Guard, step back, I'll handle this!"

Alna resolutely stood in front of Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian sighed, "Alna, you don't have to do this. Meng Lang is right. I saved you and cleared your name, but that was just a means to win you over. I was using you."

Alna said, "I know, that's not why I'm helping you. I've said before that there's something about you that makes me feel close to you, and I genuinely want to protect you."

This is the truth.

The first time she saw Meng Qianqian at the welcome banquet, she was unconsciously attracted to her.

At the time, she frequently tried to "tease" Tan'er, and everyone assumed that Tan'er was just being affectionate, but in fact, she was after Meng Qianqian.

She felt an innate closeness to Meng Qianqian, though she couldn't explain why.

It's clear that Meng Qianqian may not be a witch.

Even an ordinary priestess could not submit to such a degree.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

For years she had followed orders, but now she wanted to listen to her own heart for once.

She took out a bell, her eyes sharp, and while shaking the bell, she chanted a short and mysterious incantation.

The masked men in black who should have rushed towards the two of them froze in place, as if their souls had left their bodies, or as if they were trapped in a dream. Meng Qianqian couldn't help but think of the dance that Alna had performed at the welcoming banquet.

At that time, most of the civil and military officials were like this, only they were even more infatuated.

It wasn't enchantment, it was witchcraft.

"I can't take it anymore—"

Meng Lang was no match for Mo Yi and was sent flying into the sky by Mo Yi's sword energy.

Seeing that he was about to be smashed into a pile of minced meat, Meng Qianqian suddenly swung her sleeve, shooting out the mechanical rope attached to her wrist, which firmly wrapped around Meng Lang and pulled him back to her side.

Meng Lang knelt on one knee, coughed twice, and gasped for breath: "Next time... could you... choose a different place to strangle me... strangling someone... will kill them..."

Meng Qianqian put away the mechanical rope: "Oh, it's my first time using it, I'm not very skilled."

Meng Lang clutched his neck and muttered, "I'd rather fight him... Who between you two wants me dead more..."

While Meng Qianqian was saving Meng Lang, Mo Yi suddenly unleashed a blade of energy, sending Alna flying and crashing into the wall.

Alna coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Her witchcraft was interrupted.

Those guards... she couldn't control herself...

"You guys leave quickly!"

She bit her finger.

Meng Qianqian grabbed her wrist: "What are you going to do?"

Alna said, "By using the blood of the witch to consecrate the array, we can control them for a little longer."

"unnecessary."

Meng Qianqian said.

Alna gasped, "No, I must get you out of here."

Mo Yi and the masked man in black approached the three of them at the same time.

With a flick of her finger, Meng Qianqian shot a silver needle toward Mo Yi.

Mo Yi turned his head and easily dodged it.

"Tiger Guard, are you going to come with me obediently, or should I break your legs and take you away? I'm not a princess, I won't be polite to you."

Meng Qianqian said calmly, "Break my legs? You're welcome to try and see if you have the ability!"

"You Central Plains people just love to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Mo Yi twirled his Tang sword and slashed down at Meng Qianqian without any mercy.

Alna screamed, "No—"

Meng Lang gritted his teeth, wanting to stand in front of Meng Qianqian, but it was too late.

Mo Yi's swordsmanship was too fast, as elusive as lightning.

Meng Qianqian looked at Mo Yi calmly.

Just as his Tang sword was about to strike her, a tall and muscular figure suddenly appeared behind her.

The sword flashed, sharp as ice, causing Mo Yi to close his eyes.

Keng!
Mo Yi's Tang sword was deflected by the heavy sword.

The immense internal force sent him staggering back seven or eight steps, and he finally managed to steady himself by slashing his blade into the bluestone slab.

He knelt on one knee, looked up and asked, "Chen Long?"

Chenlong stared at him with an icy expression.

He held a sword in one hand and dragged his incompetent, bruised and swollen disciple along with the other.

"Master, put me down, it's so embarrassing."

Meng Lang said.

Chenlong said expressionlessly, "If you can't even beat a Loulan person, you've already brought shame to Loulan."

Meng Lang curled his lip and said, "You really think highly of me."

Chenlong threw him on the ground like he was throwing a small sack.

"Ugh—be gentle, Master!"

Meng Lang fell flat on his face.

Chenlong pointed his heavy sword at Moyi: "Let me see just how many of my sword strikes your evil arts can withstand."

(End of this chapter)