He also didn't expect that his Vajra Immortal Body was so powerful that it could actually defend against the Heaven-Killing Art.
The power of the Heaven-Slaying Technique comes more from the internal force, not the power of the sword. It integrates the sharpness of the sword into one's own internal force, so that it can be used against all odds, but when it encounters the indestructible Vajra, it is unable to survive.
The Immortal Vajra Body can defend against the fire of the Vermilion Bird and the aura of the Spiritual Tiger, and it can also defend against the Heaven-killing Technique.
After making up his mind, Chu Li naturally seized the opportunity to destroy Song Zhifan's confidence and make him form a conditioned reflex, that is, fear of himself! Let him know that he will fail as long as he encounters him.
Song Zhifan gritted his teeth, never expecting that his strongest martial arts could not deal with Chu Li.
His original wishful thinking has now become a joke. No matter how much he hopes, he will be disappointed! The previous elation and excitement have turned into disappointment and despair, hatred and pain.
Chu Li laughed and said: "Didn't you break this Heaven-Killing Technique? Did Song Wuji really kill many gods with this Heaven-Killing Technique? It's true that one generation is inferior to another. Song Wuji must have seen such a situation in the sky.
, I wish that heavenly beings would come and replace me, right?"
"Shut up!" Song Zhifan roared, his jade-like face became ferocious and twisted, his eyes were blazing like fire, his left arm suddenly exploded with a "bang", and then, like lightning, he came to Chu Li's back in an instant and stabbed him.
Its vest.
Chu Li didn't dodge or dodge, he just pushed his elbow back.
"Bang!" He took a step back and looked down.
A small hole was exposed in the white robe.
This white robe was a gift from Xiao Qi. It is a treasured robe. It is usually not stained by dirt and is difficult to get stained by dust. At this time, it cannot block this sword. This shows how terrifying this sword is. The Heaven-killing Technique is well-deserved for its reputation.
Chu Li felt very distressed and snorted angrily: "That's all!"
Song Zhifan was pushed against the sword by Chu Li's elbow, which made his wrist numb.
In terms of depth of cultivation, Chu Li is slightly inferior. Even though he has now mastered the Tiger Taming Technique, he is still not as deep as Song Zhifan. He was only able to suppress him before because of the God-killing Sword.
Now that the God-killing Sword is ineffective against him, it can still knock him back, but it is because of pure power. The perfection of the Tiger Control Technique has tripled his strength, and his natural divine power is no longer enough to describe.
Song Zhifan was wary and hummed: "What kind of crazy martial arts is this?"
Chu Li shook his head and smiled: "How many more moves do you have, Master Song?"
"Look at the sword!" Song Zhifan roared angrily and turned into a ray of light again.
The man and the sword became one, but he could see the sword light coming and going, and the cold lightning shining brightly. He could not see his figure, but Chu Li's purple-gold palm could be seen waving back and forth, blocking the place where the cold lightning was circling.
"Have you arrived at the ten moves?" Chu Li laughed and said: "Master Song, I am willing to admit defeat and hand over the sword!"
"...Okay!" Song Zhifan's face turned as red as if he was drunk, and he stared deeply at Chu Li and said, "I will get this sword back!"
Chu Li laughed: "Master Song, you've had enough fighting. I just responded to the attack and haven't fought back yet. How about I attack you ten more times? If you can block it, do you think you win?"
"...Huh, no need!" Song Zhifan knew that he had no choice but to stop Chu Li, and he felt aggrieved. He just wanted to go back and continue to practice hard in seclusion to raise the intensity of the Sky-Slaying Sword to a pure state.
He felt that there was only a little difference. Although it seemed that Chu Li was relaxed and able to handle the pressure very calmly, he felt that there was only a little difference. If he was stronger, he would be able to break through his body-protecting magic.
Chu Li smiled and said: "Then give me a slap!"
After Chu Li said this, he clapped it with his palm.
His whole body seemed to be dwarfed. He squatted down and slapped this palm, concealing the feeling of being dwarfed.
This palm is a Vajra palm, with purple and gold brilliance flowing, light and fast, as if it has been carelessly slapped on Song Zhifan's hand.
Song Zhifan realized something was wrong and hurriedly held out his palms to greet him, and his palms met in a hurry.
"Bang!" Chu Li stood firmly on the spot, but Song Zhifan flew backwards and hit the wall on the other side of the street.
"Crash!" The wall behind Song Zhifan collapsed.
Song Zhifan was a little embarrassed, he floated up to avoid the stone that was pressing down on him, and stood in the air glaring at Chu Li angrily.
Chu Li shook his head: "Master Song, if you are dissatisfied, you can come to me again. This time will not count. Just treat it as a joke."
He said and threw the long sword away.
Song Zhifan firmly caught his Shadow Sword and hummed with a sullen face: "What do you mean?"
Chu Li shook his head: "Although your sword is good, it is not as good as my Fuhu Divine Sword. Forget it, keep it for yourself. If you lose again next time, then this sword will truly belong to me!"
"Fake generous, really hypocritical!" Song Zhifan sneered.
He did not return the sword.
The Chengying Sword is the best sword he found in the secret vault of Fukong Mountain. It is as sharp as clay, and is as sharp as any sword. Without this sword, the power of his Heaven-Slaying Technique will be reduced.
Now that Chu Li's defense cannot be broken, if he switches to a inferior sword, even if the intensity of the Heaven-Slaying Technique increases, it may not be able to break through his defense.
In order to make a comeback next time and really defeat Chu Li, in order to get the Sky-Slaying Sword, he didn't have to lose his face. It was better for Chu Li not to get the Shadow Sword. He was already feeling distressed, but this time he was finally satisfied.
Chu Li chuckled and said, "It seems you don't want this sword, so just give it back to me!"
Song Zhifan hung the Chengying Sword on his waist, raised his head and sneered: "I will spare you this time. If it were a real life-and-death fight, it would be easy to kill you. It's just that I can't kill you because of the Sky-Slaying Sword. Goodbye!"
Chu Li shook his head and said: "In terms of thick skin, I only obey you, Master Song!"
"Both each other!" Song Zhifan snorted, and immediately disappeared into the void.
People around looked at Chu Li in admiration.
Everyone has heard rumors that he killed gods, but this time I saw him face a god with his own eyes. The god kept attacking violently but could not do anything to him. He could knock the god away with one palm. Hearing is false and seeing is believing.
, this time they completely lost their doubts and doubts, and all clasped their fists and saluted.
Chu Li smiled and bowed to everyone, then floated back to the Duke's Mansion.
After he met Xueling, he suddenly disappeared. The combination of Dayuanjingzhi and Tianxingdong Xushu made him suddenly appear in a small city, where he saw Song Zhifan who was wandering around the city to relax.
Song Zhifan's face was blank, and he was walking slowly on the bustling street. He seemed to be in two different worlds from the noise around him, and his back showed loneliness.
He could not show disappointment and pain in front of Chu Li, and he could not show weakness in front of the congregation, including Elder Fan. He was hit and frustrated again and again, and felt that he could no longer hold on.
He needs to take some time off to relax, get drunk, and find a woman as stunning as Sun Mingyue to soothe him with her gentle words.
He walked past restaurants one after another, but he was not in the mood to get drunk.
When I finally came to a restaurant, my eyes suddenly focused and I saw a woman wearing white clothes, with her face covered by a white gauze, only revealing a pair of bright eyes. Her bright eyes were as beautiful as water.
He was refreshed, as if he had seen Sun Mingyue. Could it be that Sun Mingyue came here?
Then he shook his head. At first glance, they looked similar, but upon closer inspection, they were much different. Although they had a graceful figure, they did not have such a cold and arrogant temperament. They did not have the temperament of looking down on all living beings and not stained by the fireworks of the world.