The Crossing of Bones

There is no crossing of the river, bones are picked up in the lake, blood is shed at every step, and every inch of life is lost. During the great martial arts era, the sweeping monk was dead, the Sutra Pavilion was stolen, and the Shaolin Temple was in decline. When one temple falls, thousands of sects are born. The Confucian soldier Mo Nong has a sword and fist heart, and the chivalrous and evil Zen evil doctor is a trickster. The rivers and lakes have become a boiling cauldron, and everyone is a source of firewood. In this world that eats people without spitting out their bones, if you don't fight, you will die. Li Yan was silent. Grandpa died, leaving behind this skill. The aunt died, leaving behind a daughter-in-law. The dynasty is about to fall, and human life is like grass but not grass - he has been pushed to the end of the cliff. Either jump or kill. A light curtain named [Wuzhuan] appeared in front of my eyes: Current Martial Arts Beng Yue Sword Technique: lv.0 (Points required for upgrade: 1) [Remaining martial arts points: 1] Li Yan licked his chapped lips and grinned, his smile tempered with cruelty and madness. "Wuzhuan, give me—" "Add!"