However, if I could cultivate the God-Killing Palm, I could kill him. Unfortunately, practicing the God-Killing Palm was too time-consuming. I needed to retreat for a while before I could complete it. There was no way now. Should I let him live for a while longer
While he was distracted, he was still using his palms, hitting Chu Li's heart. After his arms regenerated, they were more powerful than before. The two palms hit the same position as before, like water droplets piercing a stone. I don't believe it can't penetrate Chu Li's heart. defense. "The sounds of nature are small" said
Chu Li suddenly reached out and grabbed his right palm.
This was a probe he had carefully prepared, with just the right timing and timing, taking advantage of his relaxation.
After this exploration, his right palm grasped Song Zhifan's right palm like an iron pincer, and then pulled hard.
Song Zhifan's face changed slightly, feeling bad, and the parallel fingers of his left hand stabbed his eyes like a sword.
Chu Li lowered his head to avoid it, and punched him in the chest at the same time.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan took a solid punch and let out a breath immediately, but there was no big difference, only a slight pain.
Chu Li also detected that his black clothes had no defense effect against the internal energy. The internal energy penetrated into Song Zhifan's body, but was resolved by it. The god's internal energy was indeed much purer than before.
Song Zhifan's parallel fingers were like swords and he stabbed Chu Li's eyes again.
He knew that punches and palms were useless, and the only way to force him to let go was to attack his weak points.
Chu Li turned his head to avoid it, and used ten levels of self-sacrifice magical skills. All the internal power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra turned into a monstrous force and condensed in his left palm.
A purple-gold palm print suddenly appeared on his left palm, and with a flash of purple-gold light, it hit Song Zhifan.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan was flying around, but his right hand was grabbed by Chu Li. He floated up like a kite. His body was off the ground, and his arm was caught by Chu Li like a thread. He was flying in the air but couldn't leave.
"Poof!" A blood arrow spurted out.
Chu Li turned sideways and nodded with satisfaction.
The indestructible Vajra body was enough to withstand the ten-level divine skill of sacrificing one's body. The power of the Vajra palm condensed from the inner power of the Supreme Vajra Sutra was at its strongest. This palm almost killed Song Zhifan.
When he landed, he stood firm and instantly aged more than fifty years.
Song Zhifan narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a white light.
"Tsk!" Chu Li just tilted his head, unable to completely avoid it.
A ray of white light flashed across his neck, almost severing a major artery, but even so, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Chu Li frowned, and Da Yuan Jingzhi saw that the white light was a tooth.
Being able to break the immortal body of vajra, this tooth is really strange.
The Great Round Mirror Wisdom urged him to observe to the extreme. The teeth were covered with a layer of white light, which hindered the observation of the Great Round Mirror Wisdom and gave him a strange feeling. He intuitively felt that there was danger and he had to avoid it. It was obviously not an extraordinary thing, but a treasure.
Chu Li quickly stopped bleeding from his neck and smiled at Song Zhifan: "Awesome!"
In this moment, the inner strength of the Supreme Vajra Sutra was fully replenished, and the ten levels of self-sacrifice magical power were once again activated, and the power of the Vajra Palm turned into a purple-gold light.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan floated like a kite again, and his arm was grabbed by Chu Li.
Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his palm like a knife to slash at his right arm.
"Tsk!" His right arm detached itself again, clenched in Chu Li's hand, and his body flew out.
He flashed like a ghost and appeared ten feet away, glaring at Chu Li with a sneer: "Today's gift will be repaid tenfold in the future!"
His hair was as white as frost, and his face was covered with wrinkles. At this moment, he had aged more than a hundred years.
Chu Li felt a little pity. Song Zhifan was ruthless and determined. He was indeed a strong opponent, especially the immortality skill, which could resolve fatal injuries. He was the most difficult to deal with. If he escaped today, it would be even harder to deal with him tomorrow.
Obviously he has not been able to master the martial arts of the gods. If he could master it, he would be even more powerful, and he would be the one being hunted by then!
Song Zhifan was about to leave when he suddenly looked up.
The dark clouds completely dispersed, and a faint door of light suddenly appeared in the sky.
Above the white clouds, the Light Gate is nearly a hundred feet high, majestic and huge, making people feel like they are bowing down.
The light door slowly opened, and then a figure emerged, and then turned into a stream of light across the sky, like a meteor that flashed away.
Chu Li felt something was wrong. He had seen this scene before. It was a heavenly being coming to the world!
As the stream of light flashed, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, shrouded in a red light. This red light shrouded the figure like a gauze, making it impossible to see his facial features clearly, only his height.
The red light swayed like a candle flame, changing its shape from time to time, and the figures appeared erratic.
And there was a strange power surrounding his body, which made Chu Li feel breathless. It was dozens of times more terrifying than Song Zhifan's God Field. In such a field, his speed would slow down.
The figure in the red light turned to look at Song Zhifan, who had lost an arm. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, wondering how a god could be in such a miserable state with a broken arm. Then he believed in his senses and appeared in front of Song Zhifan.
Song Zhifan was old but still had strength, so he used his electric steps to avoid it.
"Huh?" A hoarse voice sounded, and the figure in the red light seemed surprised that he had such quick movement, and then appeared behind Song Zhifan.
"Bang!" Song Zhifan jumped forward more than ten feet and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.
When he landed, he was nearly a hundred years old, his wrinkles were denser and deeper, and his head was as white as silver.
"Bang!" He flew out again, and after landing he looked much older, with wrinkles like knife carvings, and his head became sparse.
As a god, he is so old, almost over two hundred years old.
"Sure enough, there are some tricks!" The figure in the red light exclaimed. Being able to catch his own two palms without dying is very rare in this world.
A flash of red light appeared behind Song Zhifan again.
Chu Li suddenly stepped forward to meet him.
"Bang!" Chu Li felt an overwhelming force hit his body. The object in front of him flew backwards, flew out involuntarily, and bumped into Song Zhifan.
Song Zhifan was knocked out.
Chu Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, the Vajra Immortal Body did not disappoint him. He withstood the palm and was not directly injured.
When he was releasing his strength, half of his strength was transferred to Song Zhifan.
But even so, Song Zhifan still found it strange that half of the pressure was gone, which was a rare respite for him. How could this old guy be so crazy that he suddenly blocked a slap for him.
This is too strange. Did he suddenly become insane and mistakenly identify himself as a relative
Or is it that this old guy has some connection with the Immortality Sect? Although he is an enemy, he also has other connections
"Huh -?" The figure in the red light frowned and looked at Chu Li.
Then he sneered, and with a flash of red light, he captured the two of them, their speed was as fast as lightning, and they were unable to avoid it.
"Bang!" Chu Li struck the red figure with a Vajra Palm and flew backwards, spraying a stream of blood mist in the air.
The red light was like a blazing flame, with a scorching spiritual feeling. The Great Round Mirror did not dare to look at him.
But when this palm was struck, it felt like it hit him. He felt the palm contact his body. Although he didn't know whether this palm could hurt him, he still struck out without hesitation.
Song Zhifan flew out and disappeared in a flash in the air.
"Bang!" There was a flash of red light, and Song Zhifan flew backwards again. After landing, he remained motionless and died.
"You are so alert. I would have recognized you even if you changed your face. You escaped last time, so you will die this time!" The red figure sneered, and with a flash of red shadow, Chu Li flew backwards again.