A black sleeveless robe wrapped around his body, but it could not hide his protruding muscles, his thick arms were exposed, shining faintly bronze in the candlelight, and a long knife more than four feet long was carried in his hand, as if he was holding a toy.

His appearance and figure are the same as those of the very visual effect, but unfortunately, this vision is not so pleasing to the eye, wearing a silver mask, unlike Yue Mochen's full-covered mask, his mask can only cover half of his face.

The exposed half of the face is covered with scars.

It wasn't a sword injury, it looked like half of his face had been torn off, however, although his entire face had been destroyed by nearly half, his deep eyes were enough to prove that this person was once a beautiful man, but Yue Mochen was not shocked by this.

Yue Mochen was shocked that this person stood there, giving people the feeling of being like a knife, a war knife!

Yue Mochen took out the single-edged sword with a solemn face, he knew that it was not the time to hide now, and his intuition told him that if there was no single-edged sword, he would definitely not be the opponent of the man wearing a silver mask in front of him.

Although the single-edged sword was easy to recognize, Mo Wuxing and the others had never touched Yue Mochen, and they might not be able to recognize Yue Mochen's weapon, after all, this was not the Kanling Palace.

Just as the two of them looked at each other, Mo Wuxing also went downstairs, but instead of jumping down, he walked down the crumbling staircase.

Mo Wuxing looked at the two of them and asked casually, "Silver-faced Mentor, why are you here?" ”

Look at his casual appearance, like a housewife buying vegetables in the market, no, those housewives look more dignified than him.

Yue Mochen said secretly: "Boss, I'm here to kill you, you are so indifferent, it hurts my self-esteem too much." ”

But Mo Wuxing's words let Yue Mochen know one thing, this masked man is also a mentor, and his appearance here is not Mo Wuxing's arrangement.

Could it be that he exposed his whereabouts when he came in? Yue Mochen thought about it, and a cold sweat flowed, if that was the case, it would be terrible, he had been following him without noticing?

"Coincidence. ”

The silver-faced mentor spit out two words lightly, as if he would be tired of saying one more word, but his eyes full of fighting intent never left Yue Mochen's body from beginning to end.

"And what about you, why are you here?"

Mo Wuxing turned his head and said to Yue Mochen, his expression and tone were like greeting a good friend.

"Came to kill you. Yue Mochen said lightly, his undisguised voice revealing a faint coldness.

"Interesting, then, who are you, why are you killing me?"

Mo Wuxing asked for the answer curiously as if he had heard a joke.

Yue Mochen didn't pay attention to his question, he just tightened the single-edged sword in his hand, he was calculating, if he suddenly made a move, could he kill Mo Wuxing in one fell swoop before the silver-faced master reacted.

However, as if he could see through Yue Mochen's thoughts, the silver-faced mentor took a few steps forward quietly, faintly protecting Mo Wuxing from this momentum.

Mo Wuxing's smile gradually converged, and he stared at Yue Mochen coldly: "Since you don't say it, then never say it!"

Before the voice fell, his ring finger was clasped by himself, Yue Mochen suddenly felt his head sink, and a feeling as if he was torn came from his soul!

Hongyue, who had been on guard for a long time, put both hands, and a red light disappeared into Yue Mochen's mind, and Yue Mochen felt that his soul was suddenly relieved.

"It's a soul skill! Very advanced soul skill, young master, get out of here and face these two people together, you have no chance of winning at all!"

Yue Mochen didn't say a word, swung his sword and slashed, and a sword light suddenly appeared, like a black half moon, sweeping towards Mo Wuxing.

Mo Wuxing was a little surprised that Yue Mochen was able to withstand his own killer blow, and he was not ready to release "condensation" at all, in a panic, the telekinetic shield had not yet been propped up, and the sword light had already come to his eyes.

At this critical juncture, the silver-faced mentor moved to the right, and with a swing of his sword, it slammed into the sword light emitted by Yue Mochen.

A piercing sound sounded, and the sword light and the war knife slammed together, the former dissipated, while the long knife in the silver-faced mentor's hand couldn't stop vibrating, making a crisp and low vibration sound.

Turning his head with an unkind face, the silver-faced mentor looked at Yue Mochen, but how could he still see Yue Mochen?

As early as the moment the sword light was released, Yue Mochen knew this result, the silver-faced mentor would inevitably be distracted to save Mo Wuxing, and at that time, it was the best chance for him to leave.

Just when the silver-faced mentor's long knife and sword light collided, Yue Mochen had already broken through the door.

"Mentor Mo, be careful!"

The silver-faced mentor left Mo Wuxing with such a sentence, and then flew out and chased in the direction where Yue Mochen left.

"Young master, he is chasing after him, and his speed is very fast, no worse than your current speed. Red Moon soon spotted the silver-faced mentor who was chasing her.

"Hehe, good at coming, Hongyue, how does this guy compare to Brother Meng?" asked Hongyue as Yue Mochen flew forward.

"In terms of strength alone, the two are almost the same, but Brother Meng has always had old troubles, and if he uses a single sword, he may not be this person's opponent. Hongyue immediately made a comparison of the strength of the two and analyzed it to Yue Mochen.

"Then play with him, let Mo Wuxing not be killed, and let the Mo family pay a price!" Yue Mochen said coldly, turned around, and rushed in another direction, which was the shortest direction for Yue Mochen to leave the Wind Saint Courtyard now.

Looking at the figure in front of him that suddenly changed direction, the silver-faced mentor showed a cold smile, and with his scarred face, this sneer seemed even more infiltrating.

Due to Yue Mochen's change of direction, the silver-faced mentor quickly narrowed the distance between the two of them, and after leaving the range of the Wind Saint Courtyard, the distance between the two was only a few zhang away.

"Stop, didn't you bring me here just to fight?"

When the two of them jumped into a small forest, the silver-faced mentor stopped first and shouted towards Yue Mochen's background.

Hearing this, Yue Mochen smiled slightly, stopped not far in front of him, turned his head to look at the silver-faced martial artist and said, "The speed is good, it is rare to have a martial artist of your strength in the Mo family." ”

"Hehe, the strength of the Mo family, how can you be clear about the strength of the Mo family? However, I am not from the Mo family. The silver-faced tutor said lightly, from Yue Mochen's voice, he could easily judge Yue Mochen's age.

"It's not from the Mo family? Oh, that's the Mo family's dog. Damn it the same!"

After Yue Mochen finished speaking, he drew out the single-edged sword again, and the blood-red sword body was rendered black by the aura, reflecting the cold light of the ghostly man in the faint moonlight.