The sword energy of the Heaven-Slaying Technique hit his chest, and his heart suddenly hurt. The sword energy penetrated into his heart like two snakes.
Chu Li was shocked, he didn't expect these two sword energies to be so powerful.
The sword energy blocked by his hand was obviously not strong enough, in order to divert his attention. The remaining two sword energy were the trump card. They were so powerful that they actually broke through the barrier of the immortal body of Vajra and penetrated directly into his heart.
The Suzaku Fire in the heart chakra was suddenly startled, and it suddenly came out and swallowed two sword energy in one go.
The Suzaku Fire suddenly rose up, like a raging flame rising into the sky, and the inner strength of the thickly wrapped Vajra Indestructible Body could hardly be suppressed.
Song Zhifan felt a little angry when he saw that Chu Li's face remained unchanged and there was no sign of injury. He didn't expect that Chu Li had reached such a state. He was really his nemesis and he must kill him!
"Take my sword again!" Song Zhifan's body became more radiant, and the sword light shot out, ignoring the blockage of Chu Li's palm, and hit his heart again.
"Bang!" Chu Li took another step back.
Chu Li frowned, his heart hurt again, and he was swallowed up by the Suzaku fire again.
Song Zhifan's face began to look older and he had already become a middle-aged man. Chu Li knew that he had used secret techniques to enhance the power of the Heaven-Slaying Art. If this continued, the power would become stronger and stronger, and he would eventually be unable to bear it.
"Take a slap from me too!" Chu Li said lightly and slapped out a palm.
The palm came out, but Song Zhifan couldn't avoid it and hit him firmly in the chest.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan flew straight backwards, as if he was hit by a giant tree, or as if there was a string behind him that pulled him hard.
Song Zhifan flew ten feet away over the sea and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at Chuli in disbelief.
When activating the Heaven-Slaying Technique, his body and the sword in his hand become one, the sword is him, he is the sword, and his body will become like a sword, indestructible, cutting iron like mud, and extremely hard.
Chu Li's light palm contained strange internal force, and it actually directly injured himself. His internal organs seemed to flip over in a circle, and his whole body's strength suddenly began to become chaotic.
Linghu's spiritual energy dimmed instantly, as if it had been drained away.
Chu Li immediately sent in the inner power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra to be devoured by it, and it was instantly replenished, even stronger than before.
Chu Li once again used the Tiger Control Technique to lightly slap a palm, and the palm flashed out, and he was in front of Song Zhifan in an instant.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Zhifan urged the electric step to avoid it, not daring to connect with this strange palm power.
But an invisible force restrained him. Although he broke free immediately, it was delayed for a moment and he was unable to avoid the palm. The light palm intersected with his left palm and flew out again.
"Pfft!" He spit out a mouthful of blood again and roared angrily: "What kind of ghost palm technique is this?"
"It's just an ordinary palm technique." Chu Li smiled and said, "How does it taste?"
"Excellent!" Song Zhifan sneered: "You think you can defeat me with this damn palm technique?"
"Why not?" Chu Li said.
Song Zhifan sneered: "Naive!"
Although the power of this palm was strange and overbearing, and his internal organs had been severely injured, his immortality skill was so mysterious that after a few wrinkles were added to his face, the injuries immediately eased.
Chu Li stopped, stood there and shook his head: "You can give it a try."
The sneer on Song Zhifan's face froze.
He found that after applying the Immortality Technique, his injuries were relieved, but the strange palm power continued to damage him, and in the blink of an eye his years of hard work were wiped out, and his body deteriorated again.
"Pfft!" Song Zhifan spit out another mouthful of blood, frowned and glared at Chu Li.
Chu Li smiled and said, "Are you admitting defeat?"
The aura of super-grade spiritual beasts is not so easy to eliminate. They seem to have souls and can decide for themselves how to attack and how to attack most effectively, and it is almost difficult to eliminate.
"Admit defeat?" Song Zhifan gritted his teeth: "That's ridiculous!"
He suddenly became older, as if he were an old man in his sixties. Even if the light was blocked, he still could not escape Chu Li's eyes.
Chu Li shook his head and said: "It's useless."
"Humph!" Song Zhifan sneered disdainfully.
The injuries to his internal organs suddenly reversed, and they recovered as before, as if they were not injured. Moreover, the strange palm power also dissipated a lot, leaving only a trace, and the smile on his face became wider and wider.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to ridicule Chu Li, his smile froze again.
That trace of palm power quickly devoured the strength of his body, growing to the previous level in the blink of an eye, and then severely injured his internal organs again, even two points more serious than before.
The internal organs were severely injured, the body's strength was once again confused, and the light flickered.
His expression changed drastically, and he really couldn't suppress the palm power at this rate.
Chu Li chuckled and said, "You still won't admit defeat?"
Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and hummed: "Chu Li, what kind of martial arts is this?"
Chu Li said: "Spirit Tiger Palm."
"I've never heard of this palm technique!" Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and hummed: "You're cruel, okay, I'll admit defeat!"
Chu Li was startled: "Admit defeat?"
"That's right." Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and said, "But you have to take back this palm power!"
Chu Li smiled and nodded: "This is natural."
Song Zhifan stretched out his hand: "Come on!"
Chu Li looked at him, then slowly stretched out his left palm and put it on his right palm. The two palms met and Chu Li activated the Tiger Control Technique, and suddenly a warm breath penetrated Song Zhifan's body.
As soon as Linghu's spiritual energy felt the warm breath, he immediately stopped his attack and got into the warm breath, enjoying it as if he were in a hot spring, and then was pulled back into his body by Chu Li.
Song Zhifan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the glow on his face gradually dissipated, revealing his old face.
Chu Li smiled and said, "Can you tell me the Heaven-killing Technique now?"
"No problem!" Song Zhifan hummed, "But I'll only say it once. It's not your fault if you remember it or not!"
Chu Li nodded.
He was a little surprised. He didn't expect Song Zhifan to admit defeat so easily, and so happily. He was like a gentleman, without any attitude of being an enemy. This was too abnormal.
But now that the matter has come to this, Chu Li will not back down, as long as he can obtain the Heaven-Slaying Art, which is too important to him.
"Stand back, don't eavesdrop!" Song Zhifan turned to look at the four young men.
"Leader..." The four of them hesitated.
Song Zhifan snorted, turned around and said, "Let's go somewhere else!"
Chu Li nodded.
The two people suddenly disappeared into the vast sea and appeared on the top of a mountain, which was the original entrance of Fukong Mountain.
Song Zhifan looked at Chu Li with a complicated expression: "Chu Li, I would like to say it again, learning this Heaven-killing Technique may not be a good thing, but it is a way to die."
Chu Li smiled: "Thanks for reminding me, I want to practice."
"Okay then!" Song Zhifan snorted: "I will never hide anything or tamper with anything. Don't worry about this. I'm not that mean and I will definitely defeat you in an upright manner!"
Chu Li smiled: "Okay, I'll wait!"
Song Zhifan snorted, "The Heaven-Slaying Technique will never be tampered with, because the backlash after tampering may not be that big. The original Heaven-Slaying Technique has the most severe backlash and is the most powerful."
He coughed slightly and began to say: "The beginning of the Heaven-Slaying Jue has a clear meaning, the one who can defeat the sky is also the one who kills the sky..."
Song Zhifan spoke clearly as beads, but at an extremely fast speed, like raindrops falling. A wave of annoyance poured out, wishing Chu Li couldn't remember it.