The Long Journey to Immortality

Han Lu's response to the "drawing" of the spirit sword left Mo Zhehan completely bewildered.

"What, Fairy Han, don't you know that my candle flame is specifically designed to counter magical artifacts?"

However, what happened next greatly surprised Mo Zhehan.

The candle flame, which was invincible against magical artifacts, was defeated by the spirit sword wielded by Han Lu.

Han Lu's spirit sword was as if it had been coated with oil, and the candlelight could not adhere to it at all.

The candle flame, which was originally the size of a basketball, shrank to the size of a fist in an instant after encountering the spirit sword, and was thus restrained and blocked by Han Lu's spirit sword.

This strange scene left Mo Zhehan and the audience familiar with his moves puzzled.

However, Han Lu's skill in "transforming words" was ultimately inadequate.

A spiritual sword that can achieve this level of power is already the pinnacle.

The defensive spells that were hastily cast were broken through in an instant by the "severely injured" candle flame.

Just as Mo Zhehan saw the candlelight touch Han Lu's body and was overjoyed at the great victory he was about to achieve, a scene he had never seen in his thousands of battles occurred.

Han Lu's seemingly ordinary clothes actually had an extraordinary resistance to the candlelight.

The moment the dim candlelight touched Han Lu's clothes, it was like ordinary fire meeting water, leaving only a few dark embers in the air before disappearing in an instant.

It was only one round of combat, and the two were still in the probing stage. However, both of them, who were experienced in battle, had gained some insights into the upcoming battle.

"What's going on?" he asked himself, but as a true spirit, Mo Zhehan quickly figured out the reason. "Could it be that Fairy Han's clothes are made from the feathers of a phoenix?"

Unable to find answers to his suspicions, Mo Zhehan gained nothing more than the realization that his candlelight, which had always worked in sect battles, was ineffective against Han Lu.

And what about Han Lu?

Her skill in the Transformation Technique was lacking, but luckily she possessed the bloodline of the Fire Phoenix.

Otherwise, if the candle flame were to stick to her clothes and catch fire on her body, Huang Ziqiang's fate would be the same as hers.

"Candlelight has no effect on me, and I imagine the Phoenix Flame will also have a hard time igniting on Mo Zhehan's scales."

"To defeat him, we must rely on other techniques and the supernatural powers of the Illusion Phoenix and the Ice Phoenix."

With a slight change in strategy, it seemed to onlookers that the two hadn't paused for a moment before unleashing their own methods, quickly pushing the competition into a heated phase.

Han Lu summoned a bronze bell and smashed it down on Mo Zhehan's head.

Mo Zhehan, skilled in external martial arts, neither dodged nor evaded, relying solely on his formidable physical strength to punch a large hole in the bronze bell with just a few blows, completely destroying its spiritual essence.

Seeing this, Han Lu felt a pang of heartache, knowing that this was also a top-grade magic artifact.

Han Lu casually put the now-spiritual bronze bell into her storage bag, and then raised her evaluation of Mo Zhehan's external martial arts prowess to a new level.

Han Lu made her move, and Mo Zhehan wasn't idle either.

Although he was quite skilled in external martial arts, he was also adept at sword control.

Five crimson spirit swords transformed into five streaks of rainbow light and flew out of Mo Zhehan's storage bag.

A set of high-grade magic swords formed a simple sword formation and launched a swift and decisive attack on Han Lu.

Han Lu calmly put away the bronze bell, took out the handkerchief, and then split the spiritual sword into five pieces.

Luo Pa harassed them from the sidelines, trying to use softness to overcome hardness, while the spiritual sword, skillfully used by Han Lu, entangled with Mo Zhehan's five spiritual swords.

With so many magical artifacts, the arena instantly descended into chaos, and the audience felt they couldn't take it all in.

The two fighters on the ring remained completely at ease, even secretly observing each other's condition, trying to find alternative ways to launch surprise attacks.

Unfortunately, she was evenly matched. Although Han Lu had a slight advantage in all five battlefields, it was not enough to directly defeat Mo Zhehan's spiritual sword and shatter its spirituality.

Mo Zhehan, realizing the unfathomable depth of Han Lu's swordsmanship, began to consider using his semi-spiritual transformation technique to fight Han Lu for another three hundred rounds.

After about a hundred breaths of intense sword fighting, the two suddenly met eyes and saw the "language" in each other's eyes. Almost as if they were telepathically connected, they tacitly put their respective magical treasures back into their storage bags.

Han Lu activated the "True Phoenix Manual," while Mo Zhehan activated the Candle Dragon Technique.

The next moment, both of them began to change and develop in the direction of true spirits, and the aura emanating from their bodies became stronger and stronger.

As the light faded, wings sprouted from Han Lu's back, and the facial markings and her white hair fluttering in the wind clearly indicated that she had fully entered a semi-spiritual state.

The dragon horns on Mo Zhehan's head and the exposed scales on his body also told Han Lu that he had fully entered battle mode, completed the semi-true spirit transformation, and could use more powerful true spirit techniques to fight her properly.

The already intense battle escalated to an even higher level as the two cultivators with True Spirit bloodlines entered the semi-True Spirit Transformation stage.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, a duel comparable to that between Golden Core cultivators will unfold between these two late-stage Foundation Establishment "hybrids".

Chapter 633 Close Combat

Upon entering a semi-spiritual state, neither of them chose to engage in battle immediately. Instead, they each used their own methods to hover in the air, gazing at each other as if trying to find out each other's weaknesses with their eyes.

Previously, Mo Zhehan had only seen Han Lu's current appearance through the broadcast jade screen. Now that he had finally seen her up close, he felt that Han Lu's appearance and style suited his taste even more. The feeling of being moved by her under the moon by the lake had returned once again.

Han Lu, on the other hand, didn't think about anything related to romantic relationships.

With her cold eyes fixed on the scales on Mo Zhehan's body, Han Lu considered the possibility of attacking Mo Zhehan's face, which was not covered by scales.

However, a moment later, she remembered a supernatural move that she possessed that was quite suitable for use at this time.

The cold light in his eyes instantly turned into golden light.

In Mo Zhehan's view, Han Lu's eyes seemed to possess a tangible destructive power, capable of unleashing killing moves similar to sword strikes with her gaze.

Once again, Han Lu used her "Seeing Through" ability, and the colors of the world in her eyes became monotonous. The obvious flaws and loopholes in Mo Zhehan's body were also displayed in a conspicuous red in her eyes.

After entering the semi-true spirit transformation stage, Mo Zhehan's strength was already comparable to that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators. Naturally, at this time, while still wearing the Candle Dragon Scale Armor, his weaknesses were few and far between.

In Han Lu's eyes, Mo Zhehan had only three red dots on his body, all of which were dark red and not very bright.

One spot is on his forehead, between his eyebrows; another is on his left shoulder; and the last spot is on the most vital part of a man's body, where he can sometimes become as hard as iron.

Clearly, Mo Zhehan, who had not yet fully transformed into a true spirit, did not put on armor for his private parts.

However, Han Lu was not like Chai Tianjiao; she had no intention of taking off Mo Zhehan's pants and doing needlework on the ring.

Therefore, her next main targets are the two weak points between her eyebrows and her left shoulder.

Within ten breaths, Han Lu had already completed the next stage of planning based on the actual situation.

Without uttering any explicit declaration, she directly took out a spirit sword from her storage bag, held it in her hand like an ordinary swordsman, flapped her wings, and attacked Mo Zhehan with lightning speed.

Seeing the cold light in Han Lu's hand approaching, Mo Zhehan no longer stood still.

Although he was still a little puzzled as to why Han Lu, who only possessed three types of phoenix bloodlines and was not good at external martial arts, would take the initiative to engage in close combat, he did not mind accompanying her and made the most of his own characteristics and strengths during the battle.

With a pat on his storage bag, Mo Zhehan found a single-handed axe in his hand, which was also a high-grade magic weapon.

Holding the short axe, Mo Zhehan calmly twirled the axe in his hand before gripping the handle tightly. Relying on the Zhulong Divine Power, which is similar to the flying technique of a Golden Core cultivator, he flew towards Han Lu's attack.

Cultivators who use axe-shaped magical artifacts as weapons are not common.

On the one hand, it is because cultivators have long regarded swords as their main external magic weapon, accumulating a wealth of experience and having a large number of ready-made techniques and moves to learn and practice, making it relatively easy to improve their combat power.

On the other hand, the axe is a weapon with a somewhat bloody feel, which doesn't quite fit the image of a "reclusive master" cultivator.

However, for Mo Zhehan, a cultivator with a berserk fighting spirit, this short axe is quite a good match for him.

Although Han Lu made the first move, in the close combat, it was Mo Zhehan, who was stronger and had a shorter weapon, who attacked first.

He swung his short axe, sweeping it horizontally. This astonishingly powerful axe strike seemed poised to cleave Han Lu in two at the waist.

Seeing this, Han Lu slightly adjusted her position using the wings on her back, twisted her wrist, changed her sword move, and simply deflected the force, demonstrating the "transformation" technique in another form.

In Han Lu's hands, the spirit sword seemed to have become a "hook". With a slight change in posture, Mo Zhehan's move not only failed to harm Han Lu in the slightest, but even gave her the feeling that the short axe was about to slip out of her hand.

“No wonder…” Mo Zhehan noticed that the spirit sword in Han Lu’s hands possessed a magic that was different from others, and suddenly understood why Han Lu had chosen to start this second stage with close combat.

With a sudden exertion, the ancient wooden handle of the magic weapon short axe made a crisp sound in Mo Zhehan's hand.

Using her weapon-controlling skills, Han Lu attempted to thwart Mo Zhehan's plan to disarm him, but back and forth, the short axe remained firmly in Mo Zhehan's grasp.

Another muffled sound came from his chest, and a swimming candle dragon pattern appeared on the dark scales of Mo Zhehan's body.

The candle dragon swam swiftly across the surface of its scales, reached Mo Zhehan's right arm, and eventually burrowed into the short axe in Mo Zhehan's hand.

The power of the Candle Dragon entered the short axe, and the surface of the short axe immediately emitted a dark light and ignited a dark flame.

With a burst of power from his arms, Mo Zhehan slashed repeatedly, displaying the strength to split Mount Hua in two.

A short axe swung three times in quick succession in the air. To onlookers, it was impossible to tell which was the real axe and which was the afterimage; all they knew was that the move was swift and powerful.

But Han Lu's golden eyes saw everything clearly.

Sensing the ferocity of Mo Zhehan's series of attacks, Han Lu chose to counter with a sharp edge. With a flap of her wings, she first dodged two axe blows, and then used her spirit sword to precisely pierce the surface of the short axe.

With a sharp sound, the light on both weapons dimmed by three points.

A few dark flames climbed onto the spirit sword in Han Lu's hand the instant the magical artifacts collided and came into contact.

But soon, as Han Lu used her Fire Phoenix Divine Power, she completely absorbed the wisp of dark flame.

Although Han Lu's wings were not as agile as Mo Zhehan's simulated flying ability, they were slightly faster.

This allowed her to dodge quickly at such close range and end the round of combat in the way she wanted.

Having deflected Mo Zhehan's three consecutive attacks, Han Lu's spirit sword, though slightly damaged, still maintained its momentum and continued to stab towards Mo Zhehan's brow.

Undeterred, Han Lu was even prepared to get injured for this attack.

However, Mo Zhehan did not want to trade a minor injury for a serious one.

Although he was unaware that Han Lu had seen through his defenses and knew the weaknesses in them, he instinctively did not want Han Lu's sword to fall on him.

Using his supernatural powers, the scales that had covered the back of Mo Zhehan's hand suddenly detached from his body and quickly reassembled in mid-air to form a small shield, completely enveloping the tip of the spirit sword in Han Lu's hand.

Another crisp clanging sound rang out as the Candle Dragon's scales completely blocked Han Lu's sword strike.

Feeling the chill beside her, Han Lu quickly used the recoil from the sword strike to fan her two weapons behind her back, creating distance between herself and Mo Zhehan, and also dodging Mo Zhehan's backhand axe swing.

Dark flames grazed past Han Lu's body, and Han Lu could clearly feel the sinister aura on her skin.

The retaliatory attack failed, and Mo Zhehan showed no intention of pursuing.

The scales that had just formed a shield to defend against attacks were transformed into black smoke under his control, which he then inhaled completely with a single breath.

The series of close-range collisions of magical artifacts between the two cultivators made this battle seem less like a contest between cultivators.