Chapter 1748 Get the Jue (Four More)

The Sword Qi of Killing Heaven Jue hit his chest, and his heart suddenly ached, and the sword Qi penetrated into his heart like two snakes.

Chu Li was startled, he didn't expect these two sword qi to be so fierce.

The sword qi blocked by his hand was obviously not strong enough, it was to divert his attention, the remaining two sword qi were the killer's trump card, their power was astonishing, they even broke through the barrier of King Kong's indestructible body, and directly penetrated into the heart.

The Vermilion Bird fire in the heart chakra was startled suddenly, it came out quickly, and swallowed two sword qi in one gulp.

Suzaku's fire suddenly rose, like a raging flame flying into the air, and the inner strength of King Kong Immortal's body, which was thickly wrapped, could hardly be suppressed.

Song Zhifan saw that Chu Li's face remained unchanged, and he showed no sign of injury, and felt a little annoyed. He didn't expect that Chu Li had reached such a state, and he was really his nemesis, so he must be killed!

"Take another sword from me!" Song Zhifan's body was even more radiant, and the sword light shot out, ignoring Chu Li's palm to block him, and hit his heart again.

"Bang!" Chu Li took another step back.

Chu Li frowned, no matter how painful his heart was, he was once again swallowed by Suzaku's fire.

Song Zhifan's face began to age, and he had become a middle-aged man. Chu Li knew that he had used secret techniques to enhance the power of the Heaven Killing Art. If this continued, the power would become stronger and stronger, and he would eventually be unable to bear it.

"Take my palm too!" Chu Li said lightly, and slapped it out.

As soon as the palm came out, Song Zhifan couldn't dodge it, and hit him firmly in the chest.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan flew straight upside down, as if he was hit by a giant tree, or as if a string pulled him violently behind him.

Song Zhifan flew upside down ten feet above the sea, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at Chuli in disbelief.

When activating the Heaven Killing Art, his body and the sword in his hand become one, the sword is him, he is the sword, his body will become like a sword, invincible, cutting iron like mud, extremely hard.

Chu Li's fluttering palm contained a strange internal force, which actually directly injured himself. His internal organs seemed to be turned around in a circle, and the power in his whole body suddenly became chaotic.

Linghu's aura dimmed for an instant, as if it had been emptied.

Chu Li immediately sent in the internal force of the Supreme Vajra Sutra to be devoured by it, and instantly replenished it again, even stronger than before.

Chu Li once again slapped his palm lightly with the Imperial Tiger Jue, and the palm came 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 meet this weird palm force.

But an invisible force restrained him. Although he broke free immediately, he was delayed for a while, so that he could not avoid the palm. The light palm intersected with his left palm and flew out again.

"Pfft!" He spat out another mouthful of blood and snorted angrily, "What kind of ghost palm is this?"

"It's just an ordinary palm technique." Chu Li said with a smile, "How's the taste?"

"Very good!" Song Zhifan sneered, "You think you can defeat me with this bloody palm?"

"Why not?" Chu Li asked.

Song Zhifan sneered: "Naive!"

Although the force of this palm is strange and domineering, and his internal organs have been severely injured, but how mysterious his immortality skill is, after adding a few wrinkles to his face, the injury suddenly eased.

Chu Li stopped his hands, stood on the spot and shook his head: "You can give it a try."

The sneer on Song Zhifan's face froze.

He found that after a little pressure from the Immortality Kung Fu, the injury was relieved, but the strange palm strength continued to be damaged, and in the blink of an eye, his years of hard work were wiped out, and his body deteriorated again.

"Pfft!" Song Zhifan spat out another mouthful of blood, frowned and stared at Chu Li.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Are you admitting defeat?"

The aura of super spirit beasts is not so easy to dispel. They seem to have a soul, they can decide how to attack, how to attack is the most effective, and it is almost difficult to dissipate.

"Admit defeat?" Song Zhifan gritted his teeth: "Ridiculous!"

He suddenly became old, like an old man in his sixties, who couldn't escape Chu Li's eyes even though he was covered by the glare.

Chu Li shook his head and said, "It's useless."

"Hmph!" Song Zhifan sneered disdainfully.

The injuries of the internal organs suddenly reversed, and they recovered as before, as if they were not injured, and the strange palm force also disappeared a lot, leaving only a trace, and the smile on his face grew wider.

He was about to open his mouth to mock Chu Li, but his smile froze again.

That sliver of palm force quickly devoured the strength of his body, and in the blink of an eye, he grew to the previous level, and then severely injured the internal organs again, even two points more severely than before.

The viscera were severely injured, the strength of the body was once again in chaos, and the fluorescent light flickered.

His complexion changed drastically, and he really couldn't suppress the palm strength if he went on like this.

Chu Li laughed and said, "You still don't admit defeat?"

Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and snorted, "Chu Li, what kind of martial art is this?"

Chu Li said: "Spirit Tiger Palm."

"I've never heard of this palm technique!" Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and snorted, "You're cruel, well, I 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 strength!"

Chu Li smiled and nodded: "It's 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. As soon as the two palms met, Chu Li urged the Tiger Control Art, and a warm breath entered Song Zhifan's body immediately.

As soon as Linghu Lingqi felt the warm breath, he immediately withdrew his attack and got into the warm breath, enjoying it as if he got into a hot spring, and then was rolled back into his body by Chu Li.

Song Zhifan let out a long breath, and the glare on his face gradually dissipated, revealing his old face.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Can you tell me the Heaven Killing Art now?"

"No problem!" Song Zhifan snorted, "But I'll just say it once, don't blame me 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, like an upright gentleman, without the slightest attitude of an enemy, this is too abnormal.

But the matter has come to this point, Chu Li will not back down, as long as he can get the Heaven Killing Art, it is too important to him.

"Stand back, you are not allowed to eavesdrop!" Song Zhifan turned to look at the four young men.

"Master..." The four hesitated.

Song Zhifan snorted, turned his head and said, "Let's go somewhere else!"

Chu Li nodded.

The two suddenly disappeared in the vast sea, and appeared on a mountain top, which was the original entrance of Fukong Mountain.

Song Zhifan looked at Chu Li with a complicated expression: "Chu Li, I will say it again, learning this Heaven Killing Art is not necessarily a good thing, but it is a way of death."

Chu Li smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, I want to practice."

"Okay then!" Song Zhifan snorted, "I will never hide or tamper with you. Don't worry about that. I'm not so badass. I will definitely defeat you!"

Chu Li smiled: "Okay, I'll wait!"

Song Zhifan snorted, "The Killing Heaven Art will never be tampered with, because the backlash after the tampering may not be that great, the original Killing Heaven Art is the most ruthless and most powerful when it is backlashed.

He coughed lightly and began to say: "The Heaven Killing Art begins with a clear meaning, the one who is absolutely heaven, even the Heaven Killer..."

Song Zhifan uttered words as clearly as beads, but at an extremely fast speed, like raindrops falling, pouring out a wave of annoyance, wishing that Chu Li would not be able to remember.

Chu Li was clearly imprinted in his mind.