Chu Li was seriously injured and took advantage of the situation to fly extremely high to buy himself time to recover.
The red Tianwaitian spiritual energy was poured into the body, and the injuries were quickly restored. Under the stimulation of the Withered Meridian, the body recovered quickly. When it fell to the ground, it had already recovered to 60-70%. As long as it took a few more words, it would be back to the original state.
After the Ku Rong Sutra has been advanced, the repair of injuries is extremely fast, as if Ku Rong is just a thought.
He stared at Song Zhifan and shook his head, sighing: "If you give me a few more palms, you will die of old age on your own without me taking any action, right? The Immortality Kung Fu is not the same as the Immortality Kung Fu, haha!"
He laughed a few times, shook his head and said, "It's better not to practice this kind of martial arts!"
"You just don't know its subtlety." Song Zhifan said disdainfully: "You will die from the immortality skill!"
He gritted his teeth. There was something evil about this guy. He was not devoured by the Immortality Art. It was really strange. Moreover, he was still alive and well after being hit by such a blow. Could it be that he was a dead person?
Chu Li smiled and said: "Then you should also take a slap from me!"
He instantly activated the Divine Art of Sacrifice to the fifth level, and the internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra immediately moved along an extremely complicated route. As these strange and unpredictable meridians rotated, the internal power increased like a snowball, and the meridians withstood the
Under endless pressure.
With normal internal power, he would not have suffered so much. The internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra was so powerful that the pressure on the meridians was several times that of ordinary internal power. Even his physical constitution could only bear it and had reached its limit.
This is only the fifth level, which is better. Chu Li estimates that if it reaches the tenth level, after all the internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra has been transferred, the meridians will be useless. After the tenth level of self-sacrifice magic is performed, he will become a useless person.
Fortunately, I have the Ku Rong Sutra, so I'm not afraid. It just takes time to recover.
This is also the reason why Song Zhifan dared to teach the magical skill of sacrificing one's body. Even if he could practice it, he would not be able to use it. The fifth level is already the limit, and he would not dare to use it unless he practiced the skill of immortality.
A faint golden light flashed on Chu Li's palm, and then the pale golden shadow flashed away from his right palm and appeared on Song Zhifan.
Song Zhifan flew backwards with a bang, spurting blood in the air.
After landing, he aged several dozen years.
At this time, Song Zhifan looked like a middle-aged man over a hundred years old, but he was still handsome and handsome.
Chu Li gritted his teeth, and before he could recover, another pale golden shadow shot out, hitting Song Zhifan.
He felt that the meridians were moaning and faintly shattering. The Ku Rong Sutra desperately moved the spiritual energy to repair it, while at the same time restoring the internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra.
Song Zhifan flew backwards again with a "bang".
Chu Li's Vajra Palm was too fast, and he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.
"Bang!" Chu Li launched another pale gold palm shadow and chased it into the air.
Song Zhifan was vomiting blood and his face was aging rapidly, even wrinkles appeared.
"Bang!" Chu Li made another light gold palm seal, and sighed in his heart. This Song Zhifan was too durable, and the immortality skill was too difficult to deal with. Others would have died many times, but he could still survive with the immortality skill.
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After Song Zhifan fluttered to the ground, he was nearly two hundred years old. He looked decrepit and seemed to be about to collapse.
Chu Li snorted, and regardless of the moans in his meridians, he concentrated another palm, feeling that Song Zhifan would almost die if this last palm was applied.
Being able to suppress him like this and beat him was really thanks to the Vajra Palm. The other martial artists were not as fast as him. He gave Song Zhifan a chance to use his amazing skills. But now he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. He was about to use his amazing skills.
Then he was interrupted by Vajra Palm.
Previously, Song Zhifan was suppressing him to fight, but now he is suppressing Song Zhifan to fight. Song Zhifan is struggling to support himself and looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Chu Li didn't dare to be careless and slapped it with one palm.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan flashed and tried to avoid it, but was still caught up by the light gold palm print.
Song Zhifan flew far away.
Chu Li followed closely behind. His meridians were in great pain and had broken. He could no longer use the Divine Art of Sacrifice, and even the Supreme Vajra Sutra could no longer be used. The price paid was high enough, so let's see if he could be killed!
"Woo..." A huge tiger suddenly jumped out of the woods.
It was about five meters long and as tall as a healthy cow. When it jumped, its fur all over its body swayed, as if it was blowing in the wind. Its fur was shiny and smooth, and its cold eyes looked down at the two of them.
In front of it, Chu Li and Song Zhifan were short and vulnerable.
At this time, Song Zhifan was flying towards it.
It jumped up to meet Song Zhifan, and was about to bite Song Zhifan and tear him to pieces.
Song Zhifan vomited blood and flew towards it. His face was wrinkled and aged for many years, and he patted it lightly with his palm.
"Woo..." The tiger roared and fell straight to the ground, its roar revealing anger.
Chu Li frowned and ducked to pursue him.
The tiger suddenly softened, then fell to the ground motionless and silent.
Chu Li's eyes suddenly condensed.
In this moment, the tiger was dead, leaving only a piece of skin.
The wrinkles on Song Zhifan's face quickly disappeared, elasticity returned, and he was back to normal in the blink of an eye.
This is a ferocious tiger that is similar to a spiritual beast. Its vitality far exceeds that of humans and other beasts. After Song Zhifan swallowed it completely, it was stronger than the elixir that had taken a lot of tonic. In the blink of an eye, it was back to its original state, with its hair back to black and shiny, and wrinkles on its face.
All disappear.
Chu Li sneered: "What an immortality skill!"
Song Zhifan took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured all the elixir in the bottle into his mouth, and smiled solemnly at Chu Li: "It's my turn!"
He didn't even have a chance to take the elixir before. The Chuli Vajra Palm struck one after another without giving him a chance to breathe. Now he finally took a breath, recovered from his cultivation, healed his injuries, and returned to his physical peak.
This ferocious beast is a female tiger with cubs in its belly, so its vitality is exceptionally abundant. The innate pure yang energy is a great tonic, so it can restore itself in one go.
It's God's help. If it weren't for this little tiger cub still in its mother's womb, it wouldn't be as effective as it is.
Song Zhifan secretly rejoiced, feeling more and more that he was a proud man of heaven and had such luck.
"If you can take this blow, you will be considered worthy!" He said slowly, his breath suddenly weak.
Chu Li drew out his long sword.
Tianwaitian's spiritual energy tried his best to repair the meridians, but still could not recover.
The injuries caused by the Supreme Vajra Sutra are extremely difficult to repair, and will take several times longer than those injured by Song Zhifan's internal force.
He knew that Song Zhifan was going to use the tenth level of the divine skill of sacrificing one's life, so it was best to turn around and run away. He was in such a bad state that he could not withstand the blow.
But it's a pity that Song Zhifan couldn't be killed with such a good opportunity.
He suddenly abandoned his meridians and ignored the injuries, and used all his strength to activate the Vajra Indestructible Body.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan instantly hit Chu Li in the chest.
Tianxingdong Xushu and Wanxiang Guizong were working hard, Chu Li did not dodge or dodge, and at the same time drew a sword carelessly.
"Poof!" Chu Li sprayed blood mist and flew backwards.
"Ah!" Song Zhifan groaned, and his right arm fell to the ground.
Chu Li was in the air, desperately injecting red spiritual energy to repair his body, resisting the random palm power, and at the same time swung another sword.
Song Zhifan turned sharply in the air to avoid the sword that was carelessly swung at him.
He broke out in a cold sweat and stared at Chu Li hesitantly.