When Xiong Qiang saw the different reactions of these three people, he also secretly guessed that what he just said must have hit the sore spot in the heart of the mad demon Taoist, he is now eager to be able to separate all the people in the dark river, now is a good opportunity, how can there be a reason to let go, and he also said at the moment: "Don't you really want to get the secret medicine prescription?"

He deliberately bit the words of the secret medicine prescription very hard, and these words were just the right thing to further arouse the mad demon Daoist's dissatisfaction with the Dark River Organization. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The killing intent on the golden-faced man and the silver-masked man became even more violent, and the silver-masked man said angrily: "Shut up, little bastard, prepare to die!"

The Mad Demon Daoist's footsteps paused slightly, then looked back at the golden-faced and silver-faced people, and sighed softly. The old face was disappointed as much as it was disappointed.

It was obvious that the heart of the mad demon Daoist was dead, and it could be seen from the thick disappointment on his face that he was already completely chilled by the dark river. In his heart, he couldn't hate Xiong Qiang, but hated the golden-faced man and the silver-faced man. He hated these two people for not understanding the huge potential value of the secret medicine formula, and hated these two people for not seeing the long-term benefits of the secret medicine prescription.

hated them because of their own rat eyes, killing Xiong Qiang, so that such a Gashi Dan Fang completely disappeared from the world. These two people want to kill Xiong Qiang, he can't stop it, and the only thing he can do now is to leave here and find a place where no one is around, relying on the part he has seen about the secret treasure prescription, hoping to be able to deduce the damage in his lifetime.

But no one cares about the sadness in his heart, maybe only Xiong Qiang is smiling secretly in his heart. When he saw the mad demon Daoist's disappointed sigh, he knew that he had unintentionally separated the mad demon Taoist out of the dark river, even if the dark river found him again in the future, whether it was coercion or temptation, after this incident, even if the mad demon entered the dark river again, he would not devote all his body and mind to studying the elixir for the dark river.

In the eyes of the golden-faced and silver-faced people, their most important task at this time is to shut up Xiong Qiang.

"Dan madman, don't even you want a secret prescription? I said, as long as you can save the lives of the three of us, I Xiong Qiang will definitely memorize the secret prescription for you. Xiong Qiang continued.

Both the golden-faced and silver-faced people know Xiong Qiang's cunning and shamelessness, but the Nadan madman has been immersed in the Dan Dao all his life, has very little contact with people, does not know the sinister world at all, and is unpredictable, but he listens to Xiong Qiang's words and believes them.

"Shut up!" The anger in the golden-faced man's heart finally broke out completely, and the killing intent on his body was permeated to the extreme, and a monstrous momentum quickly enveloped the world, and smashed towards Xiong Qiang with a punch.

Piercing the heart fist! There is no lack of sharpness in the thickness, one of the most powerful stunts of the golden-faced man! This punch is practiced to the extreme, and a punch is enough to penetrate a boulder, not crack, compared to Bujiazhuang's stele-destroying stone palm.

With an unparalleled momentum, the golden-faced man's punch rushed as if a huge stone mountain was moving, it can be said that he is very similar to the momentum carried by the Sword Eighteen Heavy Sword, but it covers a wider and thicker range than the power of the Sword Eighteen.

His fist speed is extremely fast, and on his hands, he also wears a pair of silver gloves, which are soft and do not shy away from swords at all.

Knowing that he was wearing silver gloves on his hands, Xiong Qiang didn't dare to use his sword to fight, coupled with the incomparably thick momentum of the golden-faced man, Xiong Qiang immediately felt that his body was as heavy as thousands of catties, and his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his movements were no longer so flexible.

Feeling the strangeness of this momentum, Xiong Qiang was also slightly stunned, and the cultivation of the golden-faced man was not much different from him, but in the momentum created by the golden-faced man's full strength, even if Xiong Qiang had an extremely fast sword speed, he could not break through the momentum of the golden-faced man like breaking the momentum of the eighteenth sword, but because of the heaviness of the golden-faced man's momentum, the sword speed slowed down, so that the attack was unfavorable, and he was injured.

In addition, Xiong Qiang's injury has not healed now, and it is definitely not the best strategy to resist hard, so he can only dodge for the time being. At the moment, the true qi in the body is also flowing extremely fast, under his subtle and high-level control power, the majestic true qi in the body leads directly to the Zu Ming Yang, Zu Shaoyang, Zu Shao Yin, and several meridians of Zu Shaoyin, and at the same time, under the flow of the true qi, it is also quickly formed a kind of momentum around his body, only by breaking the momentum with the momentum, supporting the shroud of the golden mask human power, and getting rid of the control of the golden human power, can he open the way to life.

A domineering artistic conception spreads around Xiong Qiang's body, giving people the feeling that this is the peerless domineering of the five wilderness and the only one.

When Xiong Qiang's momentum opened up the momentum created by the golden-faced man, Xiong Qiang also obviously felt a burst of relaxation in his body, and then the Nihuang body unfolded, moving horizontally, avoiding the golden-faced man's punch to the yellow dragon.

Xiong Qiang breathed a sigh of relief slightly, until he avoided that punch, he really felt the panic brought to him by the unique momentum of the golden-faced man, this was a new momentum, a momentum that he had never seen before, if he could break this momentum, he would be able to comprehend the essence of the thirty-fourth different potential.

The reason why the golden-faced man's momentum is special is because Xiong Qiang felt that although this momentum was as thick as Sword Eighteen, it was also stronger than Sword Eighteen, but when the golden-faced man's momentum was shrouded, it was gentle in the thickness, unlike other potentials, giving people an extremely depressed and suffocating feeling. This momentum is like thousands of invisible hands gently holding you down, allowing you to breathe freely, but unable to move.

And just after Xiong Qiang dodged the punch of the golden-faced man, the silver-faced man also floated like catkins at this time, and the feeling of lightness and agility seemed to be dandelions fluttering in the wind and duckweed on the vast water. The moment he approached, it seemed that the momentum exuded by Xiong Qiang's body could not affect him at all.

"The sword is like heaven and earth!" Xiong Qiang snorted coldly, in the momentum he formed, his figure turned into a thousand, and in an instant, in all directions and sixty-four directions of the silver-faced man, hundreds of thousands of swords were stabbed, but seeing the sword light shining, it was like forming a white sword light jungle above and below the silver-faced man's body, and each sword highlighted the sharpness and sharpness of the sword, as if tens of millions of sword tips were stabbing at the silver-faced man's body at the same time.

This move is the eighth move of the Taibai Sword Spectrum, one move into thousands of styles, each style is extremely simple, but the thousands of stabbing swords up and down Zhou's body make it impossible for people to avoid it at all, if ordinary people are besieged by this move, they will inevitably be pierced by thousands of sword holes up and down Zhou's body, and they will die so much that they can't die anymore.

"The palm is free!" The silver-faced man snorted lightly, his palms turned round, and with the continuous change of his hands, a palm shadow was also constantly formed, and finally turned into a circle composed of palm shadows, protecting his body up and down, and a transcendent and free momentum came out spontaneously. The palm shadow was endless, like a seal, and Xiong Qiang's sword light jungle was easily blocked out of the palm shadow.

The silver-faced man's palm technique is extremely slow, so slow that it seems to be playing a set of elderly Tai Chi, but between each of his palms, it seems to be a self-contained trend, this momentum is endless, and the water does not enter.