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 delayed for a few more words, it would be back to the original state.
After the Kurong Sutra, he repaired his injuries extremely quickly, as if he only had one 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 without me taking action, right? The Immortality Kung Fu and 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 originally 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 be so uncomfortable. The internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra is so powerful that the pressure on the meridians is several times that of ordinary internal power. Even his body can only bear it and has 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 energy 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.
But 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 groaning and faintly shattering. The Kurong 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, his face was aging rapidly, and even wrinkles appeared on his face.
"Bang!" Chu Li made another light gold palm seal and sighed in his heart. This Song Zhifan was too durable and his immortality skill was too difficult to deal with. If it were anyone else, he would have died many times, but he could still hold on with his immortality skill. .
After Song Zhifan fluttered to the ground, he was nearly two hundred years old, looking decrepit and old as if he was about to collapse.
Chu Li snorted, and regardless of the moans in his meridians, he concentrated another palm, feeling that Song Zhifan was almost going to die with this last palm.
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 extraordinary skills. But now, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't even lift his head. He was about to use his extraordinary skills. Then he was interrupted by Vajra Palm.
Previously, Song Zhifan was suppressing him to fight, but now he was suppressing Song Zhifan to fight. Song Zhifan was 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 out 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, the 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 people.
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 him, intending 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, with anger in its roar.
Chu Li frowned and ducked to pursue him.
The tiger suddenly softened, then fell to the ground motionless and silent.
Chu Li's eyes narrowed sharply.
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 completely devoured it, he was stronger than the elixir that had taken a lot of tonic. In the blink of an eye, he was back to his original state, his hair was black and shiny, and his face was wrinkled. All gone.
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. Chu Li's Vajra Palm struck one after another without giving him a chance to breathe. Now he finally took a breath, completed his training, 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 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 Sacrifice Skill, 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 hit Chu Li's chest instantly.
Tianxingdong Xushu and Wanxiang Guizong were working hard, Chu Li did not dodge or dodge, and at the same time he 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 infusing 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 drawn towards him.
He broke into a cold sweat and stared at Chu Li hesitantly.