Chapter 1632 Sword Might (Part 2)

Chu Li was seriously injured, so he took advantage of the situation to fly extremely high, so as to buy himself time to recover.

The crimson Heavenly Outer Heaven spiritual energy poured into the body, quickly recovering from the injury, and under the urging of the Dry Rong Jing, the body quickly recovered, and when it fluttered to the ground, it had already recovered 60% to 70%. As long as there was a few more delays, it would be able to recover as before.

After the Kurong Sutra has been refined, the recovery of the injury is exceptionally fast, as if Kurong only took one thought.

He stared at Song Zhifan and shook his head, and sighed, "A few more slaps, you don't need me to strike, you're going to die of old age, right? Immortal longevity skill, not old longevity skill, haha!"

He laughed a few times, shook his head and said, "It's better not to practice such martial arts!"

"You don't know its subtlety." Song Zhifan said disdainfully: "You will die under the immortality skill!"

He gritted his teeth, this guy is a bit evil, it's really weird that he can't be devoured by the immortality skill, and he is still alive and well after such a blow, could it be that he is a dead person?

Chu Li said with a smile: "Then you also accept my palm!"

In an instant, he activated the power of self-sacrifice to the fifth level, and the internal force of the Supreme Vajra Sutra immediately circulated along an extremely complicated route. With the rotation of these strange and unpredictable meridians, the internal force became more and more like a snowball, and the meridians suffered With endless pressure.

With ordinary internal force, he didn't feel so uncomfortable. The internal force of the Supreme Vajra Meridian is tyrannical, and the pressure on the meridian is several times that of ordinary internal force. Even his physique is only unbearable, and has reached the limit.

This is only the fifth floor, which is better. Chu Li estimates that if the tenth floor is used, the meridians will be abolished after all the inner forces of the Supreme Vajra Sutra are transported.

But fortunately, I have the Kurong Sutra, so I am not afraid, it just takes time to recover.

This is also the reason why Song Zhifan dared to pass on the magic skill of sacrificing his life. Even if he could practice it, he would not be able to use it.

A faint golden light flashed on Chu Li's palm, and then a pale golden shadow flashed away from his right palm and appeared on Song Zhifan's body.

Song Zhifan flew upside down with a "bang", spurting blood in the air.

Aged for decades after landing.

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 light golden shadow shot out and hit Song Zhifan.

He felt the meridians moaning, faintly shattering, and the Dry Rong Jing was desperately transporting spiritual energy to mend it, and at the same time restore the inner strength of the Supreme Vajra Sutra.

Song Zhifan flew upside down again with a "bang".

Chu Li's Vajra Palm was too fast, and he couldn't dodge it if he wanted to.

"Bang!" Chu Li launched another light golden palm shadow, chasing it into the air.

Song Zhifan spat out blood, his face was aging rapidly, and even wrinkles appeared.

"Bang!" Chu Li made another pale gold palm print, and sighed in his heart. This Song Zhifan is really too tough, and the skill of immortality is too difficult to deal with. If it were someone else, he would have died many times, and he can still rely on the skill of immortality. .

After Song Zhifan fluttered to the ground, he was nearly two hundred years old, and he seemed to be about to fall down.

Chu Li snorted, ignoring the groans of the meridians and concentrated his palm again, feeling that with this last palm, Song Zhifan would almost die.

It's really thanks to the Vajra Palm that he was able to press him down like this. The other martial arts were not so fast, and Song Zhifan was given a chance to perform his miraculous skills when he slowed down. It was interrupted by the Vajra Palm.

Song Zhifan used to suppress him to fight, but now he suppressed Song Zhifan to fight, Song Zhifan was struggling to support, looking for opportunities to fight back.

Chu Li didn't dare to be careless, so he slapped it with a palm.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan's body flickered to avoid it, but he was still caught up by the pale gold palm print.

Song Zhifan flew far away.

Chu Li followed closely behind, his meridians were in great pain, and they had already broken, and he could no longer use the Divine Art of Sacrifice, even the Supreme Diamond Sutra.

"Woo..." A gigantic tiger suddenly jumped out of the woods.

It is about five meters long and as tall as a bull. When it jumps, its fur flutters and shakes, as if the wind is blowing. Its fur is shiny and smooth, and its eyes are cold looking down at the two of them.

In front of it, Chu Li and Song Zhifan were short and small, vulnerable to a single blow.

At this time Song Zhifan was flying towards it.

It jumped up to meet Song Zhifan, and wanted to bite Song Zhifan to pieces.

Song Zhifan vomited blood and flew towards it. His face was wrinkled and aged for many years. He lightly patted it with his palm.

"Woo..." The tiger roared and fell straight to the ground, anger was revealed in the roar.

Chu Li frowned, dodging to pursue him.

The tiger suddenly softened, then fell to the ground motionless, silent.

Chu Li's eyes narrowed.

At this moment, the tiger is dead, only a piece of skin is left.

The wrinkles on Song Zhifan's face disappeared quickly, and his elasticity returned, and he returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

This is a fierce tiger similar to a spirit beast. Its blood is far stronger than that of humans and other beasts. After Song Zhifan swallowed it completely, it is stronger than the elixir that has taken a lot of tonic. In the blink of an eye, it is restored to its original state, its hair is black and shiny, and its face is wrinkled. All gone.

Chu Li sneered: "What a skill of immortality!"

Song Zhifan took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured all the elixir in the bottle into his mouth, and smiled at Chu Li: "It's my turn!"

He didn't even have the chance to take the elixir before, and Chu Li vajra palmed one palm after another, not giving him a chance to breathe. Now he finally took a breath, recovered from his cultivation, healed from his injuries, and his body returned to its peak.

This ferocious beast is a tigress with a cub in its belly, so its vitality is extraordinarily abundant, and the innate pure yang qi is really a great tonic, so it can restore itself in one go.

It's really God's help, without this cub still in the mother's womb, it would not have had such miraculous effects.

Song Zhifan secretly rejoiced, and felt more and more that he was the proud son of heaven and had such luck.

"If you can take this blow, it will be considered your ability!" He said slowly, the breath on his body suddenly became weak.

Chu Li drew out his long sword.

Tianwaitian Lingqi desperately repaired the meridians, but still failed to recover.

The injury caused by the Supreme King Kong Sutra is extremely difficult to repair, and it takes several times longer than being injured by Song Zhifan's internal force.

He knew that Song Zhifan was going to use the tenth level of self-sacrifice skill, and it was best to turn around and run away, and he couldn't take the blow in his current state.

But it's a pity that such a good opportunity can't kill Song Zhifan.

He suddenly abandoned the meridian and injured, and fully operated the vajra indestructible body.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan hit Chu Li's chest in an instant.

Tianxingdong Xushu and Wanxiang Guizong fought for fate, Chu Li did not dodge or evade, and at the same time drew a sword carelessly.

"Pfft!" Chu Li spewed blood mist and flew backwards.

"Ah!" Song Zhifan snorted, and fell to the ground with his right arm broken.

Chu Li was in the air, desperately pouring red spiritual energy into his body to repair his body, resisting the chaotic palm strength, and at the same time swung his sword again.

Song Zhifan's body folded sharply in the air, avoiding the sword that was drawn carelessly.

He broke out in a cold sweat and stared at Chu Li hesitantly.