A black sleeveless robe wrapped around his body, but it could not cover up his protruding muscles. His thick arms were exposed, and there was a faint bronze light under the candlelight. A long knife more than four feet long
He held it in his hand, as if he was holding a toy.
His appearance and figure are all very visual, but unfortunately, this vision is not so pleasing to the eye. Wearing a silver mask, unlike Yue Mochen's full-coverage mask, his mask can only cover up
Stay half a face.
The exposed half of the face was covered with scars.
It was either a sword wound, but it looked like half of his face was torn off. However, although nearly half of his entire face was destroyed, his deep eyes were enough to prove that this person was once a handsome man.
But Yue Mochen was not shocked by this.
Yue Mochen was shocked that this person stood there and gave people the feeling of a knife, a battle knife!
Yue Mochen took out the single-final sword with a serious look on his face. He knew that now was no longer the time to hide. His intuition told him that if there was no single-final sword, he would definitely not be the opponent of the man wearing a silver mask in front of him.
Although the single-final sword is easily recognized, Mo Wuxing and others have never contacted Yue Mochen and may not recognize Yue Mochen's weapons. After all, this is not the Kanling Temple.
Just as the two of them were looking at each other, Mo Wuxing also went downstairs, but instead of jumping down, he walked down the crumbling stairs.
Mo Wuxing looked at the two of them and asked casually: "Silver-faced mentor, why are you here?"
Looking at his casual appearance, he was like a housewife buying vegetables in the market. No, those housewifes looked more solemn than him.
Yue Mochen said intimately: "Boss, I'm here to kill you. You are so calm, it hurts my self-esteem."
But Mo Wuxing's words made Yue Mochen know something. This masked man was also a mentor, and his appearance here was not Mo Wuxing's arrangement.
Could it be that he was exposed when he came in? Yue Mochen thought, and sweated coldly. If that were the case, it would be terrible. He had been following him without realizing anything? Or was he extremely careful with both Hongyue
In the case of
"coincide."
The silver-faced mentor said two words lightly, as if he would feel tired if he said one more word, but his fighting eyes never left Yue Mochen's body from beginning to end.
"What about you? Why did you come?"
Mo Wuxing turned his head and said to Yue Mochen that his expression and tone were like greeting a good friend.
"Come to kill you." Yue Mochen said lightly, his unpretentious voice revealing a faint coldness.
"Hmm? Funny, so, who are you? Why do you kill me?"
Mo Wuxing asked the answer curiously as if he heard a joke.
Yue Mochen ignored his problem and just tightened the single-final sword in his hand. He was calculating whether he could kill Mo Wuxing in one fell swoop before the silver-faced instructor reacted.
However, the silver-faced mentor seemed to be able to see through Yue Mochen's thoughts, and took a few steps forward quietly, vaguely protecting Mo Wuxing.
Mo Wuxing's smile gradually calmed down and he stared at Yue Mochen coldly: "Since I don't say it, then don't say it!"
Before the speech was finished, his ring finger tucked, and Yue Mochen suddenly felt his head sinking, and a feeling that seemed to be torn from his soul!
Hongyue, who was already prepared, opened her hands and a red light penetrated Yue Mochen's mind. Yue Mochen felt that his soul suddenly relaxed.
"It's a soul skill! A very advanced soul skill, young master, leave here and face these two people together, you have no chance of winning!" Hongyue said to Yue Mochen.
Yue Mochen didn't say anything, and waved his sword and slashed, and a sword light suddenly appeared, like a black half moon, surging towards Mo Wuxing.
Mo Wuxing was a little surprised that Yue Mochen could withstand his own killing attack, and was not ready to release "condensation". In panic, before the mind shield was supported, the sword light had already arrived in front of him.
.
At this critical moment, the silver-faced instructor moved to the right, swung his sword, and blasted at the sword light emitted by Yue Mochen.
A harsh sound of "clang!" sounded, and the sword light and the sword slammed together. The former dissipated, but the long sword in the silver-faced instructor's hand was shaking unstoppable, making a crisp and low vibration sound.
He turned his head with a bad expression and the silver-faced tutor looked at Yue Mochen, but how could he see Yue Mochen?
As early as the moment the sword light was emitted, Yue Mochen knew the result. The silver-faced mentor would inevitably be distracted to save Mo Wuxing, and then it was the best opportunity for him to leave.
Just as the silver-faced mentor's long sword and sword light blew, Yue Mochen had already broken through.
"Teacher Mo! Be careful!"
The silver-faced mentor left a sentence for Mo Wuxing, then flew out and chased in the direction where Yue Mochen left.
"Young Master, he is chasing him, his speed is very fast, no worse than your current speed." Hongyue soon discovered the silver-faced mentor who was chasing him.
"Hehe, it's a good time, Hongyue, how is this guy compared to Brother Meng?" Yue Mochen asked Hongyue while flying forward.
"In terms of strength alone, the two are almost the same, but Brother Meng has always had old troubles. If he uses a single sword, he may not be his opponent." Hongyue immediately compared the strength of the two and analyzed it.
To Yue Mochen.
"Then let's play with him, so that Mo Wuxing can't be killed, and the Mo family will pay a price!" Yue Mochen said coldly, and turned his body and rushed towards another direction. It was Yue Mo.
Chen is now the shortest way from Fengsheng Academy.
Looking at the figure that suddenly changed direction in front of him, the silver-faced instructor showed a cold smile, and with his scarred face, the sneer seemed even more cunning.
Because Yue Mochen changed direction, the silver-faced mentor quickly narrowed the distance between the two men and shortened. After leaving the range from Fengsheng Academy, the distance between the two men was only a few feet away.
"Stop, you are leading me here, don't you just want to fight?"
When the two of them rushed into a small wood, the silver-faced mentor stopped first and shouted to Yue Mochen's background.
Upon hearing this, Yue Mochen smiled slightly and stopped not far in front of him. He turned his head to look at the silver-faced warrior and said, "It's good speed. It's rare to have a warrior like yours in the Mo family."
"Haha, how can you, a young boy, know about the strength of the Mo family? But I am not from the Mo family." The silver-faced mentor said lightly. From Yue Mochen's voice, he could easily judge Yue Mo.
The age of dust.
"Isn't a member of the Mo family? Oh, that's the Mo family's dog. It's just as damn!"
After Yue Mochen finished speaking, he drew out the single-final sword again. The blood-red sword body was rendered into darkness by the spiritual energy, and under the faint moonlight, the cold light of the faint man was reflected.