"Clang!"
The sounds of collisions were endless.
Fang Zheng transformed into the Twelve Forms of Xingyi, sometimes doing a Tiger Pounce, other times a Horse Vault, and sometimes leaping like a Spiritual Monkey.
The Gang Qi outside his body changed accordingly to enhance its power.
Tiger Form!
As he took a step, he added a double drill, with his palms embracing Qi and pouncing like the wind.
With his palms turned inward, Fang Zheng formed tiger claws and pounced fiercely, palm thunders flashing, and in an instant, the rumbling was endless.
Three consecutive pounces forced the two opponents to retreat again and again.
"Zheng..."
The sword in Luoxian's hand hummed gently, emitting an unwilling wail like a living entity, and the Sword Intent intensified.
The couple's Heart Intent was in sync.
Linghu Changping instantly understood his wife's intentions, and also took a deep breath, holding the sword and pointing it forward.
"Uncle!"
"Take another move from us!"
