I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

"However, a mere grave guard will not be my opponent even if he accumulates corpse energy and waves of the underworld."

Dismask raised his fist, and his fists shot out for a while.

He had a bad feeling that the opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than he thought.

Therefore, it is necessary to use fast break to win the opponent to avoid accidents.

bang bang bang...

Fist lights shot out everywhere, but every punch light was blocked, and the opponent's palm seemed to be able to predict his attack in advance every time.

"You...you can block the Light Speed ​​Fist!"

Dismask didn't know what to say.

The person who can block Lightspeed Fist head-on can only be a golden saint who comprehends the seventh sense.

The seventh sense comprehended by the other party?

That would be more troublesome.

"Oh Dismask, is your attack so weak?"

"It's only one move to accumulate corpse energy and the underworld wave...it's too ridiculous."

"No wonder so many people in future generations think that you are not worthy of the golden holy clothes of Cancer, and ridicule you as a gold-plated golden saint."

Ding Li's muscles swelled slightly, and he didn't taunt the other party.

"Oh, Death Mask, have you almost never taught you the stunts of the previous generation?"

"It's really the weakest Cancer in history!"

"The previous generation was a real golden crab that walked sideways, and it could seal even a god."

"Corpse qi is ghostly flames, corpse qi is buried and soul is broken, corpse qi is wishing to come, can accumulated corpse qi turn into a spiritual wave, I can do it all."

Ding Li silently added in his heart: At present, they are all stored in the cemetery.

Dismask was extremely upset: "You are talking nonsense!"

I also heard that the holy war 200 years ago was very tragic, the golden saints sacrificed a lot, and the inheritance of Cancer was basically cut off because of this.

It is basically impossible for those legendary Cancer tricks to be handed down.

The gravekeeper is deceiving himself!

He punched the opponent with a fist, but the opponent held down his fist tightly.

This……

Dismasker can feel the microcosm fluctuations on the opponent's body, which is a genuine seventh-sense microcosm.

This guy actually hides so deeply.

Obviously already possessing the strength of a golden saint, but willing to be a gravekeeper in the cemetery, and even pretending to be weak, it is really scheming.

Dismask was startled.

He was like a fisherman, who obviously caught a big fish and felt quite happy, but after fighting with the big fish, he found that the big fish was a giant shark that could drag him into the water at any time.

"Wait...are you the mysterious person who attacked the Pope?"

He suddenly thought of a person, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Yes, you are very smart, but unfortunately it is too late!"

Ding Li patted his chest: "Come on, hit me!"

"Hit me quickly!"

Faced with the provocation, Desmask's expression was no longer cynical, and his face became extremely dignified.

He was wearing a golden holy garment, but the other party was not, so he still had the advantage.

Seeing the other party approaching on his own initiative, Dismask Burning Cosmos threw another Luminous Speed ​​Fist, which hit the other party's chest hard.

The speed of light punch he punched with all his strength could smash boulders and tear the earth apart.

Even wearing other golden saints will not be underestimated.

No matter how strong this person is, as long as he is not wearing the holy clothes, his attack will definitely be effective.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, Dismask found that the opponent's own punch had clearly hit the opponent, but was bounced back, and he was sent flying out by the rebounded punch.

Dismask was very puzzled after landing with a backflip.

After careful observation, he discovered that the opponent's body was covered with a protective layer of golden glass. It seemed that this layer of glass bounced his attack back.

"Then it was your attack?"

"Put in a little more force, and use your trick!"

Ding Li was still approaching step by step, reminding him loudly.

Dismasker knew that he had encountered a ruthless character today, so without further ado, he burned his own small universe, and once again performed his unique trick: "Corpse Qi Netherworld Wave!"

Although the underworld wave of accumulated corpse energy has the effect of splitting the body and soul, it still has a fairly good impact. As long as the content of accumulated corpse energy is reduced and the small universe is increased, the power of the trick can be improved.

He could even use this move to break through any protection wearing bronze and silver holy clothes, causing them to suffer extremely strong impact damage.

Bang!

The underworld wave with corpse energy hit Ding Li hard, but it bounced back hard towards Deathmask, causing him to fall to the ground in an instant.

This time the fall was so heavy that the ground was smashed and shattered by him. It made him do a wild goose style with his butt facing the sky, which was really embarrassing.

"Damn it, you obviously don't wear a holy garment, but it's almost like wearing a holy garment."

Dismas got up, and a wicked smile appeared on his dusty face: "Interesting, is this your real strength?"

"With this strength alone, there is no way to kill me."

"Because I'm wearing the Golden Cloth of Cancer!"

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

Ding Li took off his cloak and vest, revealing the muscular muscles of his upper body.

"Burn it, Little Universe!"

The muscles all over his body swelled instantly, his bones exploded like fried beans, his muscles swelled, his body also swelled, and the small universe was burning crazily.

The soaring golden small cosmic fluctuations soared into the sky, and the golden light gilded the gloomy Birazaka with gold.

Hey……

Little crab, watch me peel off your crab shell right away!

###Chapter 87 Stir Fried Crab###

boom!

Birazaka was shrouded in fluctuations in the golden universe.

The soul-devouring beasts that were eating seemed to sense the danger, and they all hid far away, disappearing instantly.

The Soul-devouring Beasts were all scared away, and of course Deathmask was also scared.

Looking at the man in front of him who looked like a little giant, he broke out in a cold sweat.

This kind of small universe fluctuation is too exaggerated and extremely aggressive. He has never seen such an exaggerated aggressive small universe so far. The fluctuation alone makes him feel attacked.

This guy is too scary!

It feels stronger than the sense of oppression when facing the Pope, it is simply a monster.

"I admit defeat, don't do it!"

cried Deathmask.

He really didn't want to be his enemy.

Because he is not the opponent of the grave guard Ding Li.

If it weren't for wearing the golden holy clothes, the other party might kill him in a very short time.

After all, this was the existence who had assassinated the pope, and also wounded the pope.

"Then hand over the Cancer Gold Cloth."

Ding Li laughed.

From the very beginning, he didn't intend to kill the hard-shell crab directly, but to conduct experiments.

"This is impossible."

Dismask still shook his head.

The golden holy cloth is too important for a golden saint.

"Plasma Light Speed ​​Punch!"

The optical net directly enveloped Desmask, knocked the opponent into the air, and then spun and rolled in mid-air.

"Scarlet Poison Needle!"

Ding Li fired a burst of scarlet poisonous needles at Deathmask who had not yet landed.

rub rub rub...

"Ah...it hurts...I surrender!"

Dismask felt severe pain. The golden holy cloth was not broken and pierced, but these poisonous needles seemed to penetrate the protection of the holy cloth, which made him feel severe pain.

Especially the thighs and buttocks received several injections, it was so sour.

This guy is actually looking for the weakness of the golden holy cloth?

It even moves at the speed of light.

He was completely shocked. It is normal for golden saint fighters to master light speed fist, but there are very few people who master light speed movement.

That not only requires the seventh sense small universe, but also has special requirements for physical fitness.