Chapter 391 The real filthy creation

Saitama stood in the void, and threw a punch without any fancy, the fist wind was turbulent, the void vibrated, and a terrifying force was formed under Saitama's fist, and it slammed into the group of evil spirits that seemed to be in essence with lightning speed.

boom!

Although the power of this punch is invisible, everyone can see that the void is sinking, and that is where the punch passes. Although it is not as shocking as Chen Tian's direct destruction of the void, it is still an amazing performance.

puff!

However, this punch that should have been invincible was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it did not cause any damage or impact except for a "pop" sound.

The four of them were all stunned. Saitama and Sun Wukong could be said to be the strongest in the gold medal fighter group. Even if the punch was not full force, it shouldn't even splash a drop of water.

"I'll try."

Clark leaned towards the group of evil spirits, his eyes shone with red light, and two sturdy hot eyes rushed to the resurrection point of the filthy creature. Although the power was not as hollow as Saitama's, it also distorted it.

Moreover, compared to Saitama's punching power, Clark's attack concentrated his power in one point. Instead of choosing 14 large-scale shooting and destruction, he concentrated and wanted to directly penetrate the resurrection point of filthy creatures.

But in the same way, his attack didn't have any effect, even if he shot back and forth at the resurrection point of the filthy creature, he could only create a little trace, and it would soon disappear.

This made the gold medal thugs a little helpless. Although they had not launched their ultimate move yet, the attack just now was strong enough, and it could not cause any damage to them.

"Get out of the way," said several people in silence for a while, and Saitama broke the silence, "I'll do it again."

The eyes of the three turned to Saitama at the same time. Indeed, the strongest person here is him. If he wants to break this resurrection point, he can only rely on Saitama to output.

It's just very strange, Saitama and Clark have been resurrecting the filthy creatures for several times, but this thing has no response at all.

Not to mention the true gods of the primordial creatures who were resurrected by the source of filth, not even the miscellaneous soldiers of the primordial creatures appeared.

Could it be that after they left the battle line, the two armies of the Imperial Sword and Imperial Shield did not kill a single enemy, or did Rimuru directly swallow all the enemies, but they hadn't digested it yet?

Boom...boom, boom!

Just as the three of them were thinking about it, a violent energy shock woke them up, and they all looked at where Saitama was.

At this moment, Saitama's style of painting has changed, becoming incomparably fierce, his body is low, his right fist is tucked at his waist, and a huge amount of power is converging on the fist.

Saitama is accumulating power, so his next punch must be earth-shattering.

Five minutes have passed since Saitama was about to try to break the resurrection point of the filthy creatures, and the three of them dispersed to warn him. During these five minutes, Saitama has been accumulating energy.

Even Clark had never seen Saitama accumulating power for so long, even if it was a serious punch with the ultimate ultimate move. The tendency to collapse.

Such a scene shocked the three of them. Although they were both gold medal fighters, there was still a gap in their strength. At this moment, seeing Saitama accumulating power, no one believed that he could take the punch.

"Is this the power to break through the shackles." Clark looked at Saitama, remembering what Chen Tian had said to him, and a fiery gleam appeared in his eyes.

Ye Fan was also surprised by Qiyu's powerful strength, and Gujing Wubo's eyes wavered: "I am afraid that with such strength, it is difficult to find an opponent in the world, but I just don't know whose fist is more powerful than my Heavenly Emperor Fist. Strong.99

"real,"

Just when the three of them sighed at Saitama's powerful strength, Saitama has also finished accumulating power, and his eyes are looking at the resurrection point of the filthy creature, which is extremely fierce.

"Seriously, one punch."

wow!

There is no terrifying fluctuation, and there is no energy agitation, only the collapse of the void can be seen, causing a terrifying void storm, rushing towards the resurrection point of the filthy creature.

This blow is already Qiyu's current full strength, and it is comparable to Chen Tian's normal punch; and the resurrection point of the source of filth, facing such an attack, finally reacted.

Psst!

Then, the resurrection point of the filthy creature exploded directly.

"This... is it over?" Clark's eyes widened in disbelief.

Saitama's five-minute-charged True Serious punch was terrifying, but judging from the reaction to Saitama and Clark's attack just now, it shouldn't be like this.

At the very least, it shouldn't be directly blown up on the spot, which is too outrageous.

"Ale?" Saitama looked at the exploding filthy creature's resurrection point, then looked at his fist, and then scratched his bald head, his expression also a little dazed.

He originally thought that this blow could at most severely damage the resurrection point of this filthy creature, and it was basically impossible to directly blow it up.

"It's not over!"

Ye Fan let out a loud roar, raised his hand and threw the cauldron of all things, blocking the face of Saitama.

when!

As soon as the Mother Qi Ding of all things came to Saitama, it was attacked by something unknown, sparks flew everywhere, and it was directly knocked out. If it was not strong enough, it would have been shattered!

boom!

Relying on the ten-thousandth of a second fought for by the Mother Qi Ding, Saitama also reacted, raising his hand and punching it out.

Although he just hit 073 with the strongest blow, this does not mean that he has exhausted his stamina. With a serious punch like just now, he can still do it dozens or hundreds of times!

"Jie... worthy of being the strongest people in all worlds," a piercing and strange laughter sounded, and a black shadow appeared, "It's just that it's still a little late."

This black shadow has a human shape, and it also looks like he is wearing clothes, but black mist lingers around his body, and it was originally pitch black, so he couldn't see his appearance at all.

"A creature resurrected by the source of filth?" Shi Hao stood with his sword in hand, cold electricity flashing in his eyes.

"No no no," the human figure shrouded in black mist waved his hands again and again when he heard this, "I am not those cannon fodder, but a real filthy creature, a living being who truly stands at the top of everything."

A real filthy creature?

boom!

Ye Fan's body was full of divine light, and visions lingered around him. He directly flashed in front of the human figure who claimed to be a filthy creature, and waved his imperial fist to break the world.

"Since it is related to the source of filth, it is our enemy.

Boom! Boom!

At the moment of contact, the two started the most intense battle, fists and feet intersected, and in an instant, they had already fought dozens or hundreds of moves.

In the end, after a fierce confrontation, the two of them retreated, Ye Fan's face was icy cold, obviously the opponent's strength was strong, not inferior to him, far surpassing the resurrected primordial spirits.