Cut Off the Knife and Cut Off the Dust

There is Xuanminghan Tieguan in the north, and there are three dynasties of war and chaos in the south. The Tianduan Mountain Range stretches across, locking up hundreds of millions of demon barbarians. Liu Yuan crawled out from the dead end in the far north, with only a mutilated black knife in his hand and only the bones of a mortal. He does not cultivate the true essence, but only refines the physical body; he does not strive for false fame, but only lives for survival. Entering Tiandu, hunting thousands of monsters, walking alone in a city with strict rules, watching the world turn cold and cold. The point of the blade is not to bring justice, but to cut a way out. When the tide of beasts flooded the city wall, and when the powerful wanted to betray all living beings, the young man who was once regarded as a savage walked onto the lonely Great Wall with a knife. There is no savior in the world, only mortal bones are bathed in blood, and swords cut off the dust.