Quiet.

The people on the field who were still laughing at Shen Yueqing just now were speechless, this kind of unexpected and reasonable killing made their eyes can't help but start paying attention to the stunning woman in front of them.

Shen Yueqing exhaled lightly, slowly returned to Jiang Yuan's side, closed her eyes slightly, and didn't say a word.

Xie Ling'er could understand Shen Yueqing's state of mind at this time, and she didn't bother, she knew that Shen Yueqing's sister didn't like this kind of killing.

However, in this world of the jungle, being strong is the only rule of survival, no one can shelter eternal life, even if Jiang Yuan can, Shen Yueqing will resist.

"Who wants to fight for the position of leader." Jiang Yuan said indifferently.

All this is a normal thing in his eyes.

"Amiko, I'm going to fight you." Chojiro stepped forward, his long golden knife pointed at Amiko, and shouted loudly.

"You and I are both from the land of cherry blossoms, why kill each other, we and the other are jointly hostile to the man of the Chinese country, so as not to be robbed of the position of leader." Amiko smiled charmingly.

"This time I came to kill you, a slut, you seduce my father and use my father as a puppet, this revenge will not be revenge." Chojiro couldn't hide the burning anger in his eyes, and roared angrily.

If it weren't for Qing Daozi's timely appearance, he would have already cleaned up this slut.

"The slave family is also innocent, your father insists on being my puppet, what can I do, but it's a pity that your father is only a mere ten-rank martial artist, and in the end he let me give up." Amiko looked aggrieved and her voice was delicate.

"Demon woman, you give me death." Chojiro trembled with anger, drew his samurai sword, and slashed horizontally.

A powerful blade burst out of the knife.

Four strong men in white carrying a sedan chair, with a unified figure, lifted the sedan chair, dodged the blade, and then strode towards Chojiro.

Amiko stood up, she was already wearing very little, and her convex and backward figure attracted several warriors, and she couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Ten thousand lines."

Amiko shouted.

Hundreds of silver needles suddenly burst out of her hands.

Chojiro's eyes closed, his body shifting, his katana making a piercing sound as it moved on the ground.

Chojiro's ears were moving, and suddenly his eyes opened, and the golden light flashed, and the whole person stepped back, and the long knife and these silver points exploded.

"His divine sense is so powerful." Xie Ling'er said a little surprised.

Her pupils had turned golden, and when she could see the silver needle, it was full of dense transparent threads, and if she let the silver needle spread out, it would enter Amiko's realm.

"No, his sense of consciousness is very ordinary, and he uses his hearing to distinguish position." Jiang Yuan said.

"No wonder we were able to break this trap in such a timely manner." Xie Ling'er couldn't help but nodded, her golden pupils observing the battle.

"Hehe, Chojiro, you are indeed better than your father, and being my slave will be your most perfect belonging." Amiko chuckled.

Chojiro snorted coldly, used his skill to force the silver needle away, and tried to get close to Amiko again.

"It's useless, you're not my opponent at all, come on! Babies. Amiko smiled coldly, her eyes full of murder.

The three strong men in white threw the sedan chair into the sky, and rushed towards Chojiro, leaving a strong man in white to carry the sedan chair alone.

"I'll see how you resist this time." Amiko smiled coldly, the fingertips of her ten fingers moved in unison, and the needles in the air were all scattered.

Chojiro can only take every step of the way, avoiding the dead end, his eyes are always closed, and his heart is not distracted.

Although the three strong men in white have the body of the peak of the twelveth grade, they have long since lost their self-consciousness, and they all rely on Amiko's fingertips.

"Broken."

Chojiro let out a loud shout, and a terrifying force gathered in his sword, slashing at the uninhabited area.

No one could understand why Chojiro was, but in the next second, the head of a puppet was inexplicably disconnected, and his body hit the ground, but his head stayed in the air.

Amiko was a little puzzled, what kind of trick was this, which would inexplicably break her puppet, but it was more painful.

It is these four puppets of the peak realm of the twelveth rank that have allowed her to crisscross the land of cherry blossoms for a hundred years, and in the battle with Chojiro, she broke one so quickly, how could she not feel distressed.

"Broken."

In less than three seconds, in a no-man's land, another sword qi blasted over, and a puppet fell to the ground again.

"What the hell have you done, Ten Thousand Threads."

Amiko's pupils were filled with disbelief, she didn't have time to react at all, and she lost another powerful puppet.

Originally, she wanted to use the puppet to slowly form a perfect trap, so that Chojiro was entwined with ten thousand threads and dyed the transparent needle and thread red.

But I didn't expect Chojiro to be so weird.

At this time, Amiko couldn't care so much anymore, and frantically stirred the needle and thread, trying to forcibly kill Chojiro.

"Two-way slash."

Chojiro smiled triumphantly, and the long knife in his hand split into two blades, a powerful blade slashing into the no-man's land, and a weak blade slashing straight at the puppet's neck.

The body of the puppet twelve pinnacles is powerful, but as long as it finds a flaw, it can still be easily destroyed, this is just a body that relies on human control.

"Two-way slash?" Amiko suddenly understood something, this kind of privilege of playing with the palm of her hand is what she has always used, but this time she was played with by Chojiro's skills in the palm of her hand, how could she not be angry.

"Give me death, and kill all the threads." Amiko was completely mad, and she desperately pressed the thread on Chojiro.

Chojiro's expression was calm, his ears moved slightly, and the powerful blade slashed into the sky again, he did not jump, but directly used the katana as a bow and arrow, bursting out with the power of the twelve pinnacles.

The long knife turned into a golden rainbow and passed through Amiko's throat.

Amiko's blood, with the guidance of transparent needles and threads, stained a piece of red in the air, very terrifying.

Warriors from all over the world couldn't help but feel a little cold, if they were entangled by these needles and threads, it would be worse than death.

"Father, your spirit in heaven can rest in peace." Chojiro's tears flowed down the sides of his cheeks, and he cried excitedly.

Everyone looked at each other, and a leader organized a meeting, which turned into a revenge war.

"Go on." Jiang Yuan said without sadness or joy.

"This face, are you still fighting?" A martial artist swallowed his saliva and asked weakly.

"Why are you so cruel, and why do you order us?" The monk was already very dissatisfied with Jiang Yuan's fingers, and said coldly.

He looked like he was about to jump up and beat Jiang Yuan violently, but he was afraid of the beautiful woman with a short sword.

Jiang Yuan didn't pay attention to everyone, just waved his hand.

The whole bloody scene instantly turned into a puff of gray dust and smoke, and disappeared with the wind.

Everything is back to business as usual.