Words are like people.

With endless vigor.

"Sister, it's your turn!"

Tianlinmeng looked towards Jiyi Shishi's side with burning eyes.

Ji Yi’s poems don’t even speak.

She stretched out her jade hand, pointed it towards the void.

Jade fingers are like swords.

A stroke in the void.

One pass.

The word "B" is crossed out.

The "B" in Jiyi poetry.

As soon as the word "Y" comes out, it seems to be connected with the fate of Ji Yi's poems.

It's like a sword.

Although it is bent, the sword's spirit remains forever and its strength continues.

"please!"

Jiyi Shishi said calmly.

Each person writes one word.

Therefore, Tianlin Meng saw Jiyi's poem and wrote the word "Y".

His face was solemn.

Another punch punched into the void.

The void collapses.

Then, an extremely powerful word "Y" was condensed from his talent.

Compared with Tianlin Meng's fist-making calligraphy, Jiyi's poems are much more elegant.

The bright jade finger passed across the void.

The word "Shou" is also written.

Both sides wrote each other's words.

Both of them are at the ninth step of the Tao, and in terms of power, they are both similar.

Next, it’s time to fight! “Senior sister, take the move!”

When Tianlin Meng Dao thought about it, the word "Y" he wrote blasted into the void, the word "Y" in Ji Yi's poem.

Two words collide.

Boom boom boom! A sound like the collision of gold and steel erupted in the void.

There is no ability to wreak havoc.

Because these two words are not condensed by the original energy of both parties.

However, endless talent and artistic conception of words swept out from the collision.

Let all the talented people present feel the talent and artistic conception of these two people.

Collide hundreds of times in succession.

There was a click.

There are cracks in the word "Y" in Tianlinmeng.

"go!"

Tianlin Meng's face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!