(September 15, 1992 in Linghai Kingdom) The No. 1 Martial Arts Competition in the World was once again held at the No. 1 Mountain in the World once every ten years.
Without the host of the thousand-year-old empress Yang Linglong, in these war-torn years, the atmosphere at the venue was turbulent, with countless ambitions hidden.
Not just the Gentiles, but also the white hypocrites who are under the guise of ending the chaos.
Yang Mingyue stood on the top of the mountain and sneered. Do you really think she is fake?
Her strength may not be as good as Yang Linglong, but she is definitely the best in the world, at least not comparable to these lowly people.
In the words of Master Yamazaki's uncle, those who would compete for the throne are those with insufficient mental state. No matter how high their skills are, their strength is limited.
The really powerful ones are the kind of people who don't care, but they won't fight. If they do fight, they will fall into the inferior position, full of inner demons, and full of flaws.
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This time there was a fight from the beginning, with blood spilling all over Baili Cloud Road. This also inspired martial arts people to join in, and they all roared to help.
There were only thirty-two people who flew to the top of the mountain, and no one had any intention of quitting.
Yang Mingyue was wearing an emperor's robe, looking at her unruly opponents in mid-air.
"It's still the same as ten years ago. I alone will beat you all."
He laughed loudly and yelled, "Arrogant, I used to have my meridians cut off, broken and then erect. They are no longer what they used to be."
"That's me showing mercy."
Yang Mingyue rolled up her sleeves, and Taixuan Tianmo's aura surged, filling the entire audience instantly.
"Xueyin Kuangdao! Cut!"
A sword energy swept across, although it did not split the aura, but where the freezing energy passed, the aura was revealed.
Everyone used offense instead of defense, cutting through the waves and moving forward in an aura like a wave.
The strength of fists and palms surged, the energy of swords and swords surged, various artistic conceptions unfolded, and under the infusion of the power of heaven and earth, the sky was filled with deadly wonders.
The golden dragon roars, the white tiger roars into the sky, the unicorn roars, the phoenix screams, the hell wails, the sword waves surge, and so on.
At a glance, one may fall into an illusion, which may result in loss of consciousness, or may provoke inner demons, or even lead to self-denial and death.
Listening to one ear vibrates the internal organs, which can cause the meridians to be damaged at the least, and the true energy to flow randomly, or even cause the flow of energy to flow backward out of control and lead to death.
But they couldn't get close to Yang Mingyue, and they got further and further away.
What we are facing is no longer waves, but a quagmire that is difficult to walk on, and the mountainside where it is difficult to walk.
Knowing that this was Yang Mingyue controlling the power of heaven and earth, everyone who had opened their pulses to receive the power of heaven and earth took risks to increase the degree of opening their pulses.
With the power of heaven and earth against the power of heaven and earth, the process of cutting rocks and opening mountains continues to advance slowly.
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Outside the court, Chu Wuxia was thinking and talking to Huanhua.
"Is your apprentice okay?"
"I don't know. I couldn't figure out her details ten years ago."
"That's right, I don't know what that guy Yamazaki taught her."
"With Uncle Master's personality, what he preaches is the Tao. The rest depends on whether Mingyue can persevere. And she is a destined person, so I think she will go on."
Chu Wuxia smacked his lips, "Destined man, this thing is really bluffing."
"There is no such thing as destiny, even if you don't want to admit it. Looking back, every moment that can affect today's events, there was no better choice at the beginning. Even if we do it again, it will be the same. Seriously It’s all fate.”
Huanwan couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook her head.
Chu Wuxia clasped his hands together seriously, "Amitabha, the donor is here."
Huanwan retorted, "Oh, when you have the ability, go get ordained and then become a real nun."
"Nonsense, if I could let go of these three thousand worries, I would have become a Buddha long ago." Chu Wuxia couldn't help but shake his head, this is fate.
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In the field.
Yang Mingyue looked at the crowd getting closer and closer, exhaled loudly, and the sound shocked the world.
"I don't have time to waste time with you. I will count to three. If you don't retreat, I will strike hard."
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
The rock-like aura turned into fine iron in an instant, and the force of the shock alone caused half of the people to vomit blood and fall down.
The rest were all injured and looked extremely ugly.
They have improved, and Yang Mingyue's strength has also improved, even more than them.
How can it be? But the fact is that everything is false.
Yang Mingyue waved her sleeves and stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the heroes, "I think the outcome has been decided, what do you think?"
No one spoke, so he acquiesced.
"In that case, after ten years, I will be here waiting for your challenge."
As Yang Mingyue spoke, her mood unknowingly took a step further.
After looking back and thinking about it, I suddenly realized that it was due to my increasing self-confidence, straightening my waist, and becoming more integrated.
He glanced at the sky again, turned around and flew away.
Now, she felt a little bit of Yang Linglong's loneliness.
The loneliness of being invincible but having to continue practicing in order to become an immortal.
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Ten years ago, she had overcome all challenges in her realm.
During the ten years she had settled in the palace, these people were no match for her.
As Uncle Yamazaki said, their state of mind has deteriorated.
Over the past ten years, she has recalled that her great-uncle Yamazaki was in the illusion of freedom, and the words and deeds he taught her over the past decades have become increasingly useful.
In the past ten years, I have studied the immeasurable Buddha's mind method taught by the thousand-year-old empress Yang Linglong, and the secret of improving my state of mind, that is, improving my spiritual strength.
The secret is in the imperial study, the four pictures of the country, the country, and the country.
One is the map of the entire world presented by the Ministry of War, and the other is the sum of the map of the interior of the dynasty presented by the Ministry of Husbandry and the map of the outer regions presented by the Ministry of Rites.
One is a painting and the other is embroidery, both by the thousand-year-old empress Yang Linglong.
The whole world belongs to me. Who can compare to the vastness of this state of mind?
You said your state of mind is infinite, but how big is infinity? How much can you fully master?
I control the entire China, which is not too big, only a few hundred thousand miles.
I don't even have the ability to show all the plants and trees, but I can still control two hundred thousand feet.
Within two hundred thousand feet, it is my world, where the dragon must be coiled and the tiger must lie down.
Those who disobey will die!
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Yang Mingyue didn't reveal her state of mind and just drifted away.
One couldn't help but wonder if she was also injured.
However, the ministers, officers and soldiers saluted honestly and said, "Best farewell to Your Majesty."
Many people rushed to the top of the mountain, intending to kill the injured challengers while they were injured.
But the shadow eunuch came forward and carried everyone away and brought them back to the dynasty for resettlement.
You can leave after the injury is healed, but if the injury is not healed, you will stay in the mansion until you die.
Facing a group of masters who had practiced the Sunflower Magic Skill, the heroes could only watch helplessly.
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The careerists are all locked up in cages, the world is a little quieter, and the war seems to be less intense.
When the careerists gradually left the cage, the disputes between the parties became bigger again.
Yang Mingyue continued to practice and watch theater.
It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I can’t control it.
In terms of war, the dynasty cannot ask for peace from foreign countries. If she agrees, the people will not agree!
The martial arts world is a mess, and many of them are caused by blood feuds. Even the respected martial arts seniors can't control it, and she, the emperor, can't even try to sidestep the situation.
Just wait, when it's time to stop, it will naturally stop.
Speaking of which, this is the fate of cause and effect, which is beyond human control.
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