I'm not really a gold saint

Chapter 292 The Strongest God Fighter VS The Strongest Baldhead

"Eat my punch!"

Czech Fried turned around and drank in a low voice, shaking his fists.

boom!
The muscles on Ding Li's holy clothes faded after being punched, and obvious cracks appeared.

"Dragon bite!"

Without any pause, Czech Fried once again threw his fists.

boom!
Several thick punches exploded on Ding Li's muscular holy garment.

The explosion was so powerful that Ding Li's muscular holy garment was full of cracks, and he was about to be unable to support it.

"My fist is invincible!"

Czech Fried's fist began to glow strangely.

boom!
The fist light enveloped Ding Li, causing spider web-like cracks to appear on his muscular holy garment.

"It's just a body protection technique, more than one mention!"

Czech Fried looked at Ding Li with a hint of sarcasm: "Dragon Fist triple strike!"

Boom, boom, boom!
This time the fist came with a triple blow, directly smashing the crumbling muscular holy cloth.

As the muscular holy cloth shattered, his fist hit Ding Li's chest.

"Die, Double Dragon Fist!"

Czech Fried raised his fists with both arms, his arm muscles soared, and slammed Ding Li hard.

"Good come!"

Ding Li took the initiative to remove the muscular holy clothes, and Czech Fried's attack was swift and fierce. His left fist was round and his right fist was straight, blocking the opponent's punch.

This move is purely defensive, but it has built a solid wall between his fists, if the enemy comes, he will block it, if the enemy does not come, he will disappear into nothing.

With a loud noise, Ding Li suddenly appeared in front of him like a beast, and his right fist landed hard on Czech Fried's chest.

At the same time, Czech Fried swung his left fist and thumped Ding Li's chest hard.

Boom!

The two backed up at the same time.

Czech Fried spat out a mouthful of dirty blood on the spot, and was wounded by the punch. Just as he stopped, he raised his red fist high.

Ding Li let out a deep mouthful of turbid air, and the holy clothes on his body once again condensed into shape.

"Dragon Fist!"

Czech Fried, who retreated back, roared, the small universe all over his body burned again, and a raging black light burned on his fist.

"Light Speed ​​Fist!"

Ding Li's huge figure appeared in front of the opponent at the same time, and he punched the opponent's fist, and the wind howled suddenly.

Bang!
The fists collided fiercely, and a circle of substantial shock waves slowly spread out, bursting on the ground, and even setting off violent winds and waves all around.

"So strong hand-to-hand combat ability."

Czech Fried stared at Ding Li seriously.

He is the strongest god fighter in Northern Europe, and he is an existence with extremely strong combat power. Even ordinary gold saint fighters may be killed by him.

But the person in front of him didn't even wear the holy clothes at all, so he could fight him evenly.

Is this the so-called demigod?
"Hey! It's game time now."

Ding Li grinned, the muscles on his body were like reinforced concrete: "You are very strong, but it's a pity that you can't be stronger than me!"

After finishing speaking, he opened a new form!
The whole body of the small universe is burning and rushing, a circle of hot air spreads around the body, there is a faint flash of thunder on the body, and the fluctuation of the small universe soars rapidly.

"You are..." Before Czech Fried could react, he felt the power in his fist suddenly increase.

Fiery wind blows from Ding Li's body.

Snapped!
The opponent actually grabbed the fist with one hand, and slowly opened the other hand into a fist, hitting him on the head.

"What a powerful force?" Czech Fried's pupils shrank, his face showing disbelief.

"Eat my punch!"

Ding Li smiled.

Bang!
He slapped Czech Fried's face suddenly with his fist, deforming the opponent's facial features.

Roar!
Czech Fried's body shook violently, but he couldn't help opening his mouth and roaring.

Taking advantage of this huge force, he suddenly withdrew, drew out his fist, and smashed Ding Li on the head.

Caught off guard, Ding Li slapped out another punch, hitting the fist hard, blocking the punch from the front.

The two backed out again, creating a gap.

sizzle...

Ding Li's fists trembled slightly, and his hands were covered with lightning.

Czech Fried's face was covered in blood, and he looked neither human nor ghost, and there was a thunder fire burning in his body.

Thunder and fire raged in Czech Fried's body, and he suddenly felt what is called "dysmenorrhea".

"Either you die, or I die!"

Czech Fried opened his blood-stained mouth, swung his fists and rushed towards Ding Li.

The latter couldn't help laughing wildly, and went forward to meet him.

Bang bang bang bang!

Amidst the violent explosion and loud noise, the two attacked all the way, the tip of the needle facing the wheat awn.

In the face of powerful forces, dodging is meaningless. If you dodge, you will lose the opportunity.

Ding Li doesn't rely entirely on strength. His mastery of strength has far exceeded the scope of ordinary people's comprehension. The power between fists and feet is almost unmatched.

As the two continued to attack and consume, the ground they trampled on continued to explode, as if it had been crushed by two heavy tanks.

As soon as Seiya and the others got up, they hid far away. They watched the two monster-like existences in front of them fight wildly with horror.

They had never seen this kind of horrific fighting method before, it was shocking and their scalps were numb.

Saint fighters always use big moves to fight against each other, seeking to bring down the opponent with one move.

But these two people in front of them are like two ferocious beasts, biting and attacking each other, fighting non-stop.

The ground was shattered, the ancient floor tiles were blown up and cracked, and there were large and small potholes everywhere.

The flames blazed everywhere, but everything affected would be shattered into slag.

The fight between Ding Li and Czech Fried has reached a fever pitch.

Although he didn't wear the holy clothes and had no protection, he enjoyed this kind of battle very much. He made up all kinds of hand-to-hand tactics at will, and the result was a stalemate with Czech Fried, who also broke out, and the two sides won each other.

He had seen the physical strength of the other party in his life. It seemed that none of the holy warriors who had eaten the god pill could compare with Czech Fried, nor did they have such an incomparably hard body.

This is a man with an immortal body.

Under the fierce attack of thunder and fire and powerful force, the opponent's immortal body is comparable to an indestructible golden body, it can resist everything, and its strength is also amazing, faintly equal to himself.

This is the two-headed dragon Jekfried, the strongest god-fighter in Northern Europe, and the legendary man with immortality.

It's refreshing to fight against this person. After fighting for so long, it should be over.

Do you want to try to bless your fist with divine power?

By the way, why don't I combine the two?
Immediately, he took a deep breath, channeled the divine power of Lei Mang in his body, and suddenly swung his fist at the opponent.

Thunder Fist, break it for me!

This punch contained incomparable power. It was powerful and terrifying. Although it was swung very slowly, the air was filled with the sound of crackling, and the heart of the punch was also flickering with thunder.

Faced with such a strong attack, Czech Fried's pupils constricted. Although it was too late to defend, he still swung his fist and slapped the opponent's chest hard.

The two sides retreated at the first touch, and then separated again.

There was a clear fist mark on the muscular holy garment on Ding Li's chest, which shattered involuntarily.

However, there was a deep hole in the God Fighting Clothes on Czech Fried's chest, which almost dented his entire chest. It was the injury caused by Ding Li's Thunder Fist.

Great old man...

This Czech Fried is really durable. After so many rounds of fighting, the opponent's combat power has not been damaged at all, and his physical fitness is almost endless.

I used my divine power to punch, and the opponent could resist it.

It is obvious that Czech Fried's injury is so exaggerated, his body is almost broken in several places, but he can still launch a powerful attack, and he seems to be fine.

The body of this dragon slayer is really strong!
At this moment, Czech Fried showed pain on his face, and said in surprise: "You... you know my weakness?"

(End of this chapter)