Accompanying this roar was the terrifying blue storm in the painting.

At this moment, it was as if the end of the world had suddenly descended on the space within the Sword Realm. Sand and stones were flying, dust was swirling, and there was chaos between heaven and earth.

The hurricane roared and raged, and powerful and violent whirlpools rolled up in the void, which seemed to be able to suck everything into it and turn it into powder. This scene was so terrifying, it was like an ancient animal that had been bound for countless years.

The giant beast finally broke free from its shackles and began to indulge its ferocity crazily.

"Nie Huan, die for me!"

Meng Nanshan desperately poured spiritual power into the scroll, looking like a maniac, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"boom!"

In an instant, the storm violently collided with the torrent of swords that day.

Amidst the earth-shattering sound, the latter's offensive was immediately blocked, and even showed signs of collapse. The storm spread quickly, and in an instant, it filled the entire Snow White Sword World.

Even Nie Huan was suddenly swept away by this violent storm, and his body had to float back.

But after an instant, majestic spiritual power poured out of Nie Huan's body like a waterfall, resisting the attack of the storm, and the fifteen thousand willow leaf rapiers rolled back,

Submerged into the body.

Almost at the same time, the ubiquitous sword intent also seemed to turn into countless sharp swords, running wildly in the sword world, constantly cutting the storm into countless tiny pieces, greatly weakening its power.

"The storm contained in my 'Thousands of Miles of Wind Tribulation' can stretch for thousands of miles if spread out. Even if I activate it with all my strength, it will take at least half an hour to release it all."

A fierce and evil smile appeared on Meng Nanshan's face, "Nie Huan, do you feel that your spiritual power is being consumed at an unprecedented rate at this moment?"

"That's right! Your spiritual power is so strong, I want to see if you can survive this half an hour!"

"To urge this heavenly soldier to release the storm, you must have consumed your own spiritual power very quickly?" Nie Huan smiled, and his spiritual power surged out like a vast ocean, blocking the storm and keeping himself motionless.

"You are right." Meng Nanshan said with a gloomy face, "Once this heavenly soldier is activated, it cannot be stopped at will, unless the storm it contains is completely released, or I have exhausted all my spiritual power."

"So, I really don't want to use this 'Thousand Miles Wind Tribulation' unless absolutely necessary!"

Meng Nanshan did not disclose one thing. To activate this "Thousand Miles Wind Tribulation" would not only require an extremely huge amount of power, but also a large amount of spiritual power.

After half an hour, not only will his spiritual power be exhausted, but he will also fall into an extremely weak state because he has consumed a large amount of soul power.

At that time, if you encounter danger, you may die in an extremely useless way.

Therefore, he would only use this heavenly weapon unless it was a matter of life and death. So far, he has had this "Ten Thousand Miles of Wind Tribulation" for a hundred years, but including this time, he has only used it three times.

The first two times, the "Ten Thousand Miles of Wind Tribulation" helped him defeat powerful enemies that were difficult to contend with at the time.

When Nie Huan heard this, he frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "Half an hour is indeed a long time."

"Do you regret it now?"

Meng Nanshan snorted angrily and sneered, "It's a pity that it's too late! Under the storm, you have no other choice but to resist. Nie Huan, you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't forced yourself too much, how could you have done this?

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"Regret? I'm afraid you've thought too much."

Nie Huan smiled hoarsely, "I just think it's a bit silly to stand here blankly for half an hour. Elder Meng, I will not accompany you for the next period of time. I will come back when the wind stops!"

"What's the meaning?"

Meng Nanshan was stunned for a moment. Before he finished speaking, Nie Huan's figure disappeared within his sight. Immediately afterwards, the white sword world covering this area also disappeared with a crash.

The storm that was restrained within the sword world suddenly lost its restraints and began to rage wildly in all directions. Countless sand, stone, and dust roared into the air, churning violently in the sky. For a moment, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Around the island, the waves were blown by the storm, rolling up one after another like mountains. The strong wind that roared out from the picture was like a devil breaking free from its restraints, tearing the world apart fiercely and violently.

At the center of the storm, Meng Nanshan's face turned green and his mentality completely exploded.

He never expected that Nie Huan would disappear from under his nose.

Nie Huan can disappear, but he can't leave.

After the "Ten Thousand Miles of Wind Tribulation" was activated, even he, the instigator, could not reverse the direction of the storm. He could not do anything except stay in place and provide spiritual power to the "Ten Thousand Miles of Wind Tribulation".

In the Reincarnation Cave, Nie Huan had already sat down cross-legged.

"Sir, where are those guys?" Inferno controlled the Big Dipper Disk and came closer. The moment they fought, he was taken back into the cave space, and he was extremely curious about what would happen next.

"The two Zhen Gang are dead, and Dong Xuan... will wait until his strength is exhausted before he catches them."

Nie Huan smiled happily.

The storm driven by the "Thousand Miles of Wind Tribulation" is indeed quite terrifying.

But for Nie Huan, it is not like Meng Nanshan said, he can only resist for half an hour. If he wants to kill Meng Nanshan, he can completely tear apart the invasion of the storm and cover his ears with lightning speed

Get rid of it.

However, what Nie Huan wanted was not Meng Nanshan's life, but his fortune.

In this way, one cannot act recklessly. If he is pushed too hard and jumps over the wall in a hurry, destroying his own destiny, then it will be all in vain.

Nie Huan calmed down and paid attention to the movements outside...

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The storm continues to rage.

For dozens of miles in radius, the waves were surging, the sky was dark, and sharp whistles pierced the sky from time to time.

"Nie Huan, where have you been hiding?"

"Get out of here, old man!"

"Nie Huan, you coward!"

"..."

At the center of the storm, Meng Nanshan's roars continued one after another.

At first, the voice was full of anger, but as time went by, it became more and more hysterical. After a long time, Meng Nanshan could no longer shout at all. He was holding the scroll in his hand, and his face was as pale as paper.

The spiritual power in his body was flowing away rapidly, and even his head was a little dizzy. This made the despair in his eyes become more and more intense.

He had no idea that when his spiritual power was exhausted and the storm stopped, even ordinary innates could not resist him. What else could he do to fight against a powerful enemy who could easily defeat two Zhen Gang monks?

Unknowingly, the last trace of spiritual power flowed out of Meng Nanshan's body, and immediately, the roaring storm in the scroll stopped abruptly.

"It's over..."
Chapter completed!