Writing Words

"How dare you!' 

Xie Qianling watched helplessly as the brush turned into scrap metal, and she could not help but feel uncomfortable. 

This brush was like the snake she raised. They were both her treasures! 

Her tone had already changed. 

"You were using this to use to fight me. It has nothing to do with me." 

Jiang Ming knew what Xie Qianling meant and retorted with a smile. 

Xie Qianling raised her hand and used her own spiritual energy to repair the brush. Then, she wrote the word "die" in the air. 

Her handwriting was so messy that Jiang Ming could hardly read it. 

As the word was formed, the word "die" was immediately directed at Jiang Ming. 

Xie Qianling quickly wrote a few more words, and those words flew toward Jiang Ming like bricks. 

Jiang Ming felt that this was a novel experience and slapped them back with his sword.