Amidst the crowd's exclamations, the black wheel spiritual weapon had already arrived in front of Jiang Yun.
"Purple Yuan Ling Gang!"
Jiang Yun's mind moved, and suddenly a layer of purple spiritual energy surrounded his body. The black wheel spun at high speed and cut into the purple spiritual energy.
“Squeak…Crack…”
Suddenly, an extremely sharp cutting sound was heard in everyone's ears.
"Good! This kind of spiritual weapon is most restrained by hard protection. This shield blocks it."
The monks in the worship hall below the stage watched the black wheel cutting at high speed, but the spiritual energy in Jiang Yun's body was soft yet strong, and the black wheel was blocked instantly as if it was cutting into soft gel.
At this moment, Jiang Yun's extremely advanced spiritual cultivation was of great use. On the one hand, he controlled the cold blade to stab the opponent, and on the other hand, he used his body protection spiritual energy to block. Then, with another finger, he moved, and a white handkerchief that was originally at his waist also flew out.
"Phantom Cloud Handkerchief"
This phantom cloud handkerchief instantly grew larger in mid-air, turning into a giant handkerchief three meters square, covering Zhang Bi's head directly.
“Whoosh!”
Zhang Bi saw this and immediately moved quickly on the platform, but it was useless. Jiang Yun's spiritual sense controlled the spiritual handkerchief even faster. It always stayed firmly above the opponent's head and moved with him.
"What a powerful spiritual sense!" Zhang He, who was watching the battle from the audience, took one look and suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Yun. The mana displayed by the opponent was no different from that of a cultivator who had reached the perfection of Qi Refining, but such a powerful spiritual sense far exceeded that of a cultivator who had reached the perfection of Qi Refining.
As the saying goes, magic power is easy to cultivate, but spiritual awareness is hard to come by. He immediately realized that he was going to lose the first battle.
Sure enough, when Zhang He just realized this, the phantom cloud scarf on Zhang Bi's head finally fell down.
"Go! Go!"
Zhang Bi no longer had the spiritual power to control his spiritual weapons to resist. His attacking spiritual weapon, the Black Wheel, and his top-grade defensive spiritual weapon, the Silver Light Armor, had already drained all his energy. Seeing no other way out, he pulled out a series of talismans and threw them at the spiritual handkerchief on his head. Unfortunately, how could the small talismans withstand the power of the spiritual weapon? In the end, even though he was protected by his top-grade armor, he was still completely engulfed by the spiritual handkerchief.
“Woo woo!”
Everyone looked at the monk on the stage who was tightly wrapped by the spiritual weapon and struggling constantly. The opponent's black wheel also fell on the stage.
"Hmph!" Zhang He snorted coldly, and his spiritual sense pressed towards Jiang Yun who was standing on the stage.
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