No Man's Land is the largest, most mysterious, and most dangerous secret realm known in the ancient martial arts world.

The most important thing is that it does not belong to any party and anyone can go!

As long as you have courage, luck, and are not afraid of death, you may find great opportunities in no man's land and ride the wind to transform into a dragon!

The hierarchy in the ancient martial arts world has long been solidified, and all kinds of resources are controlled by big forces.

Casual cultivation is...difficult.

Loose cultivators have no opportunity, no resources, no skills, no way... No matter how hard it is to produce a noble son from a poor family, it is still applicable here.

A rogue cultivator as powerful as the Sword God Xue Chunqiu is almost as good as one in a million.

Therefore, no matter how dangerous the no-man's land is, there is still an endless stream of people coming here.

As long as you live, you will always have to fight hard.

Life has length and breadth.

Many people who don't want to do nothing come to no man's land with the determination to die.

Either die or be strong!

Of course, the vast majority... died here.

But even so, they comfort themselves and numb themselves, what if... they are one of the very few?

With this thought, they continued one after another...

In no man's land, people keep dying and people keep coming...

Two days passed in a flash.

In a valley, a killing was going on.

The two old slaves of the Tianwaitian quartet are full of murderous intent, and their swords are bloody.

Mr. Zhou and the young man stood aside, looking indifferently and watching with cold eyes.

It seemed that what was being killed was not people, but a few chickens and dogs.

"It's just an innate person, but he can actually get this opportunity... This no-man's land, although not as good as Tian Jueyuan, is still rare."

The young man held a folding fan in one hand and played with a bead in the other.

This bead is about the size of a table tennis ball, dark red in color, and somewhat warm.

"yes."

Mr. Zhou also nodded, this bead is of great use.

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade... He could have lived, but if he got this pearl, he would die."

"Kill them quickly, don't leave any traces of ink."

The young man put away his beads and shouted.

"yes."

The two old slaves responded and their attack became more fierce.

"Here are the things for you, let us go!"

An old man struggled to support him and said through gritted teeth.

"Let you go? Okay, put down your sword, and I'll let you go."

The young man smiled playfully.

"you……"

The old man was furious. Whoever dared to put down his weapon at this time would be getting poked in the neck.

"If you don't let go, you will die."

The young man's voice turned cold.

"Kill quickly, don't attract too much attention... Killing should be done in the dark."

Mr. Zhou said calmly.

"kill!"

The young man nodded and flicked his folding fan, making a 'pop' sound.

"Who are you, who dare to kill and plunder?"

The old man roared angrily. He could tell that there was something wrong with these four people. They did not look like people from the ancient martial arts world.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and a slightly younger man fell into a pool of blood.

"No!"

The old man turned his head and looked, his eyes almost split.

"No need to shout, I will send you on your way."

The old slave's voice was extremely cold.

"You...are you people from Tianwaitian?"

Suddenly, the old man thought of something and roared.

Hearing the old man's roar, Mr. Zhou's face changed slightly. Did he recognize it?

He looked around and after making sure no one was there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He came out this time just to keep a low profile... It's not that he can't kill people, it's that he can't let people know that he kills people.

In his opinion, the Thousand Poison Sect is all stupid!

Are you afraid of not being in confrontation?

So many things happened.

"You guys are really from heaven... Damn it!"

The old man's expression changed again and he turned around to run away.

"Trash, how long does it take to kill someone?"

The young man's body swayed and he immediately attacked the old man.

The two old slaves also took action one after another, and all three attacks fell on the old man.

boom!

The old man flew out like a kite with its string cut off, and hit the ground heavily.

puff!

The old man vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned extremely pale.

"killed!"

The young man took back his folding fan and stopped looking at the old man.

"yes."

An old slave stepped forward and raised his knife.

"You... Tianwaitian... damn... Alliance Leader Xiao will... avenge us!"

The old man glared angrily, full of hatred and unwillingness.

"Ah."

A somewhat sarcastic smile appeared on the old slave's wrinkled face, and the knife fell.

Click.

Blood splattered.

"ah……"

The old man let out his last scream and fell into a pool of blood.

He was born not long ago, and his soul is still weak... When a person dies, his soul will be destroyed.

"Mr. Zhou, do you need to dispose of the body?"

The young man turned his head and asked.

"No need, too many people have died in the no-man's land, just leave them here...the smell of blood will soon attract strange beasts."

Mr. Zhou shook his head.

"Let's go, let's leave."

"good."

The young man nodded.

"Go through their packages again and see if there are any other opportunities."

"yes."

The two old slaves said this and stepped forward to search.

After a few minutes, the four people left the valley.

Ten minutes...several strange beasts came and tore the body into pieces.

Human life, in no man's land... is so worthless.

Just like in wartime, human lives are like nothing.

"Mr. Zhou, do we need to be so careful?"

The young man looked at Mr. Zhou and asked.
To be continued...