Dead dark clouds lay on top of the earth, whining north winds swept the rain and scattered it everywhere, and the green bricks were bleak and slaughtering.

Compared with Wei Zhuang's ruthlessness and domineering, Gai Nie's side was a little calm.

The rain curtain is still very big, very wide, and the wind is still very urgent and cold, but all this can't affect Gai Nie, because at this moment, he has already abandoned everything that belongs to 'people', and at this moment he is just a 'sword', a sword 'heavenly sword' that is not surrounded by foreign objects!

Opposite him, there was a man in white standing up, seeing that his eyes were like stars, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his face was as bright as a girl, and his expression was gentle and his demeanor was chic, but he was not comparable to any woman in the world.

His whole body seemed spotless, as if the clouds were hanging down from the nine heavens.

"The power of the Sword Saint, it is really better to see it than to hear it, admire and admire it......"

With a faint sound of praise, he didn't seem to be disturbed by Gai Nie's 'sword' at all, just looked at him calmly, not like he was in a duel, but as if he was sitting and talking, although he had different opinions, it was harmless.

"Who are you? Why come here? Such a quiet atmosphere was broken by a soft voice, and through the heavy rain curtain, it was impossible to see the person who spoke, but this plain sentence was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and it couldn't be heard in the ears of the man in white.

"In the lower 'no flower', by the side of the Lord, temporarily occupies the position of the right protector." Plain clothes and white socks, spotless, even the smile on the face has the meaning of dust.

"No flowers? Formless, formless, dustless, and unclean, you look a little similar now. That figure was still gone, but the voice was not like Huang Zhong Dalu, just like a trickle lingering in the ears, slowly endless.

"Your Excellency has a good heart, and after the battle with Mr. Gai, it is up to Your Excellency to sit down and discuss. How is it? Nothing was said to care about the man's words, and his spirit was still locked on this Gai Nie's sword, a mottled wooden sword.

"I'm interested in seeing your excellency's skills." The man in the depths of the rain curtain seemed to have changed his tone again, and became a little interested.

There are no flowers but no more words, the purple light on his waist flickered, but it was a close-fitting soft sword, engraved with flowing cloud patterns, in the dark night. But it shines brightly.

As soon as his feet moved, Wuhua finally chose to strike first, but he forgot that what the sword valued was the 'potential'.

The right hand that was as smooth as jade flashed with a burst of light, it was the moment when the internal strength was injected into the wooden sword, and Gai Nie was already ready to attack, seeing the soft sword slowly coming. Gai Nie is still majestic.

Everything was just between the lightning and flint, and with a wave of his left hand, the wide sleeved robe almost obscured the view, but the next second. Everything has come to a strange standstill.

This pair of slender fingers, which were as white as jade, gently clamped the blade, and the tip of the sword was only less than half an inch away from Gai Nie's throat, but it was this half an inch, no matter how Xiao He's true qi urged, he could never move forward a bit!

Those fingers were like a majestic peak between the two of them. Can't get around, but can't pierce it!

"How is that possible?"

There was still no sword, but only two fingers clamped the long sword in his hand, a sword that he thought would be killed.

Wuhua argued in his heart. But I can't help but be horrified, since the long sword can't be pierced, but it's always okay to take it back!

So he retreated, and the long sword in his hand was pulled up, but he was stunned to use twelve points of strength, and the sword still did not move at all, as if it had taken root in Gai Nie's hand.

"Your Excellency is losing momentum, it's better to retreat as soon as possible, Gai doesn't want to see a master of swordsmanship, so he falls." Gai Nie is like a mentor at the moment, following the path.

Because it can clearly feel that this young man named 'Wuhua' has a murderous aura on his body, but there is no blood, that is to say, although Wuhua is superb in swordsmanship, he is not a murderous person, so Gai Nie moved his heart of compassion.

"Humph!" The flowerless face is like covered with a layer of cold frost, the long sword is not in advance, nor is it retreating, since it can't be taken back, then simply don't want it, start your hand, and take the palm.

is also the left hand, a palm like thunder slashing into the air.

Palm shadow flying, such as flying in the wind, as the name suggests, this palm power is not known for strength, but to win by skill, the palm is weird and fluttering, it is more virtual than real, this trick is exactly - one of the stunts of Fengping palm without flowers, and it is also one of the martial arts created by Wuhua, I have to say that this Wuhua is a martial arts genius.

It's a pity that he met Gai Nie.

Gai Nie's expression moved, and there was actually a trace of approval in his eyes, at such an age, it is rare to have such attainments in kung fu, but it is a pity...... How can such a talented and beautiful jade ......

sighed faintly in his heart, looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, looking at his sharp eyes, looking at the long flowing hair on his shoulders, looking at his spotless posture like a floating cloud in the nine heavens, Gai Nie seemed to be in front of him, as if he had returned to ten years ago.

More than ten years ago, Xiaozhuang was like this.

They were all too proud of him. There are few people in the world who can understand his artistic conception, and it is his nature to be lonely and pure.

The pursuit of the realm of "purity" is another important tradition in the image of the Han people. Such a person must endure loneliness and loneliness and never compromise. Wuhua is such a person, so he would rather be broken than broken. In his dictionary, there is no such saying as "it is better to die than to live".

What lingers is only the image of a flowerless "solitary" person, which may be a classic case of narratology where characters are sometimes beyond the control of the author, such as Tolstoy's Anna, Stendhal's Julien. The so-called "Divine Posture is high, such as Yaolin Qiongshu, which is naturally a foreign object of wind and dust", which is the wind god without flowers.

And he exists in a completely different place from Wei Zhuang, Wuhua is not like Wei Zhuang, domineering, masculine, wild, amazing, and invincible.

What a strange man, no matter how vile or hateful, he could say it in the gentlest and most elegant tone.

From his eyes, Gai Nie saw a trace of emptiness, yes, it was Kong Ming, this young man called Wuhua was too smart, clever to see through everything in time, read through, under his seemingly calm, unpretentious appearance, some helpless, sad, and lonely, for the first time in his life, Gai Nie moved the idea of accepting apprentices, he left the young man in front of him, wanting him to inherit his mantle.

It was a very abrupt thought, but it quickly took root in Gai Nie's heart, maybe Gai Nie didn't want a second 'Wei Zhuang' in this world, he hoped that in another ten years, Wuhua would still be as dustless and vulgar as it is now, even better than now.

Then, the only thing Gai Nie can do now is to use the sword in his hand to leave this young man behind, Meiyu still needs to be carved, and BMW also needs Bole! (To be continued......)