Pivot of the Sky

Amon had intended to keep the cloud dream going for half a month. Due to two breaks on the way, the cloud dream lasted 20 days. They arrived in an open area in the swamp, a small hill that bursts out of the ground, covered with soft grass slopes and flowers in the bushes, where a supplier team rest stop will also be built in the future.

The Cloud Dream stayed here to rest, Amoumbou laid down a magic formation and left a tent where Rafael also stayed to protect the Cloud Dream, and the next day he traveled alone.

At this time, it is even more obvious that the strength and will of Amon's long-standing cultivation and experience continue to open the way. The work done by Yunmeng and Rafael in the previous period will be completed by him alone, but the pace of progress remains the same. The thorns and gravel fill the soil, and the footsteps have been strengthened. From time to time, there are monsters, and Ammon dances his teeth against all kinds of monsters, while walking day after day without a scramble.

Amon didn't mean to embarrass himself. He was sober in his heart. People could actually do a lot of things, just have to be constant and insistent. This is something too many people in the world can't do.

Amon walked alone for another three days, and it rained in the Black Fire Swamp. When the wind was small, it scraped between the bushes. On the third night, it finally cleared up, and a round of pure circles hung in the sky. Ammon walked through the swamp jungle, leaving behind an invisible path, the moonlight falling in the sky as if it were a gentle bath, and there was a little more peace and quiet in the shady black fire marshes.

There was so much silence around that there was little noise in the distance except for the movement of Ammon's road. Amon, who was not progressing slowly, suddenly waved his teeth, a faint golden light curved out to the left, and there happened to be a huge silent burst of body in the swamp, being struck by the golden light, and a dull, weird roar fell back into the mud.

Another giant watermelon that was attacked secretly, it was handsomely subdued by Amon just after the attack. It had been encountered several times along the way and did not pose a threat, even his footsteps had not been interrupted. But this time, obviously, it was very different. As Amon swung his teeth, he stopped for the first time, and suddenly turned around and swung his teeth to the right rear, but there was no movement there and no sign of the enemy!

Long teeth roamed through the air, the cold air at night seemed to turn into water waves, waved a circle of ripples, swamps and bushes waved in the ripples, seemingly empty swamps over the sky a figure appeared, he suddenly appeared in his dive, with a spiky weapon in his hand, jumping silently towards Amon.

This man's body is not as big as it sounds, but the flying figure looks extremely fierce, like an arrow from a swollen bow. The weapon in his hand was gray and white, with no gloss like a half-shot gun and a long thorn. Assassins! And the assassin chose the perfect time to strike alongside the giant walrus ahead.

Aquarius, a cold-blooded animal living in a swamp, was just encountered with a mutated giant aquarium that naturally blended the atmosphere with the environment and was very difficult to detect before the attack, and the assassin lurked in more seclusion than the aquarium.

Amon had to admire the sudden tragedy, which was by far the best assassin he had ever encountered, not only good at lurking, but also patient enough to wait for the moment and use the environment to accompany the assassination. Ammon first discovered the giant walrus, and then he realized there was danger behind him, which was barely enough to prevent. The assassin should have been following him for a long time, and the walking Ammon suddenly encountered a giant watermelon attack, which was almost unprotected when the man took the opportunity to strike behind his back.

The long teeth in Amon's hand swung, and the assassin was like a shadow in the moonlight, which had been pounded in front of him by the time he appeared. Long teeth collide with short spikes, and a shock wave of shock scatters between them. There was a huge ditch on the ground, stretching into the swamps on both sides, and the mud splattered like an invisible plow.

Amon stood still two steps back and his long teeth buzzed in his hand. The assassin also bounced back under the shock of this enormous force, turning a heel in the air and falling blind.

Amon stomped his foot into the air and began to detect the magic sweeping through the black-pressed swamp jungle, detecting that the man had left a faint trace in the mud and air, but the man had disappeared. In such a short period of time, the assassin could not escape too far, but lurked again.

He was hiding so well that Amon could not find it in the middle of the sky to detect the magic sweep, unless a wide-ranging indiscriminate attack was carried out to turn the swamp over and force the man out until recently. But if Amon really did that, and made so much noise in such a large area, and searched the wrong direction, the assassin might have slipped away from the other direction.

Amon stopped for a moment in the air and slowly fell back to the ground. The road he was driving was cut off by a deep ditch, indicating the distress just now, the moonlight was shining in the ditch, and the surrounding area was still quiet and peaceful. When Amon waved his hand, the earth rock surged to fill the ditch, then turned around and made a decision that made people feel incredible - keep going!

Ammon Ben came to open the way, and even if he met the world's most terrifying assassin, he still hadn't changed his mind. Since the assassin couldn't find it, he continued to do his thing.

Amon walked in the moonlight and the winding road remained behind him, speculating on the whereabouts of the assassin. It seems that someone doesn't want him to open this road, or to get himself into the Turk Plains, and who sent the assassins? In his experience with Schrödinger, he remembered the Gods of the Nine Legions, which of them were good at assassinations? But even thinking about it is against the assassin you just saw.

The blow that Amon had just made was not able to strike the strongest force in a hurry, but he also knew that it was not acceptable to the average person, and the assassin touched hard, but was unharmed, and was able to fly out with the power of impact, hiding his whereabouts in the shortest possible time.

Silent before the strike, without a hit, without a trace, this is a superb assassin in the world! The power used by that man was special, not mere martial arts or divine arts, so it seemed that he should be an apostle from a certain divine line. Such an assassin assassinates Amon at a time like this, and the god behind the scenes is most likely Enrique.

Amon was helpless to know that Ecu had also sent a hunter, Gabrielle the benefactor and his friend George, neither of whom were apparently assassins. Sete has sent a lion king, and there is no need to let another god do it, not to mention that this is Enrique's territory.

The assassin must still be lurking in the Blackfire Swamp, not far from Amon, waiting for a better shot. Being targeted by such an assassin, even if one does not panic, he will be cautiously alert, find a safe place to hide, wait until dawn before leaving the safe route, and for Amon can fly directly out of the Black Fire Swamp.

But Amon did nothing, as if to silence the assassin in the dark —— whether you stabbed me or not, I'm going to open my way here. Is this a form of contempt and ridicule? Amon himself may not have meant it that way, depending on what the assassin thinks.

Moving on, you have to go past a large swath of water floating with dead branches and rotten leaves, and there are many strange trees in the water, like arms stretching out of underwater sludge, like trying to grab something half-empty. This is the perfect setting for a latent assassination, but Amon walks past in silent steps.

The soil surged beneath his feet and was instantly roasted dry and sintered by fire elemental magic. A trail appeared on the surface of the monstrous bush, stretching straight forward. Amon walked a long time to land, and there was no movement around him, and the assassins did not attack. He seems to have given up. Has he left already?

Amon set foot on land, an upward hillside with dense and numb bushes for two people along the way. He waved his long teeth gently, and the bushes were even uprooted and taken off to both sides, and the strange stones blocking the road were crushed and filled into the subgrade by swordmands. As Amon walked by, the trees continued to fly through the rubble, and the noise was even astonishing.

Nothing abnormal was found, walking through a not dangerous bush, Amon swung his teeth and smashed a pile of turbulent stones growing in the shrub. The scattered gravel did not land, but suddenly burst apart, like countless arrows shooting at Amon. Someone suddenly runs his powers when Amon smashes the rock pile, manipulating the crushed stone and smashing it like a rain point. Each flying stone carries a tremendous amount of power, which can wipe out the sensation of detection magic in scattering through the sky.

Amon reacted extremely quickly, reaching forward and grasping, a huge shield appeared in the palm of his hand, with a faint halo formed by the condensation of gas elements. Crushed stones thumped on the shield, small pieces of flying stone were ejected directly back, and large pieces of flying stone seemed to slip to the ground wrapped in sticky force. The shadow of the assassin appeared in the flying stone, and the shuttle in his hand was cruelly stuck on the gas element shield, shattering it alive with a spiral of power.

Amon's protective magic was broken, and the man came flying down, and the shuttle brought an arc down under the moon. The blow was too sudden and more powerful than the previous one, Amon snorted, waving a long tooth punch.

The two men's weapons did not collide directly, and the golden light scattered through the bushes, rolling like thunder. This hillside can be swallowed, the branches of leaves sweep the sandstone, like the two great warriors on the battlefield killed each other, it is a hard fight. The man was fast, extremely agile in shape, like a shadow in the moonlight, spiked with an arc, and each hit was so powerful.

Amon drank low: "Who sent you? Who are you?” The long teeth in the talking room were cut with golden light, steadily stepping up the hill, and the powerful pressure had locked the assassin. From the bottom of the hill to the high slope, the thunder kept rolling along the road, and Amon forced the man backwards.

The assassin spoke in a heated battle, and the voice was cold: "My name is Tomorrow Night, and I am the messenger of the gods! No matter how powerful I am, where I hide, how far I flee, I will not escape. You're amazing, you're not dead yet, but no matter how hard you struggle, I'll kill you sooner or later. I never miss! ”

This man has a manic tone, and from his means, he does have a manic capital as well. But what he's saying now is kind of ridiculous, because it's obvious that Amunda's dominance has pushed him backwards.

Amon grinned, “The messenger of the gods tomorrow night? Today's moon is round and beautiful, but you seem to forget what you're doing. I'm not trying to hide, I'm not running. Whoever you are, whoever sent you, no matter how far you try to escape, wherever you hide, I will find you! ”

The man drank, "Amon, do you really think I'm afraid of you? ”

Amon shook his head: "I don't need you to be afraid of me, I just want to catch you. ”

The talking room had retreated to the top of the hill on the moonlit night, and the hillsides they had walked, whether they were bushes or rocks, had been flattened, and the light shooting around them, long teeth interacting with the shuttle seemed to tear the moonlight to pieces.

Amon steadily climbed to the highest point, coming high and locking the assassin under powerful pressure. Although the opponent was strong, fast, responsive and even outpaced Amon, the frontal fight was not his opponent, and Amon was confident to capture him on the spot. However, at this point, tomorrow night in the fierce struggle, the moonlight shook in the shout, and Amen watched as he changed astonishingly.

Tomorrow night, his body made a series of crisp sounds of bone joints swelling, his body was more than two feet tall, his clothes were broken, and his eyes flashed with a fierce and strange green light. His appearance was actually changing, and the five officials protruded and the tooth was stretched out to reveal sharp fangs and extended arms.

Under his broken clothes, you can see his muscles all over him, like countless snakes pounding, his skin greyed and covered with a strange layer of plush, not human at all, looking like a giant monkey walking upright. No, he's more like a wolf standing up and holding his chest together, and the power is spreading instantly, with a very violent aura.

With the firmness of Amon's heart, this moment can't help but be appalled. The long teeth in his hand stabbed straight forward, with a roaring sound that struck his soul. Tomorrow night suddenly changed shape and entered a state of mania. Amon was not sure to capture him alive, so he killed him instantly.

At this moment, he remembered John, who had inadvertently awakened a violent manic force, but could not suppress the impulse of power, and was guided by Amon to merge it into his body and mind. If John hadn't touched Amon and practiced that manic power all the time, and lived luckily or been guided by another, would he have become like this assassin? Amon doesn't know that, he just feels a little familiar with the sudden eruption of the moon and night.

A loud roar came out on the raging moon night, and the furry tip of his big hand had stretched out five sharp claws and slammed them hard on his long teeth with a sharp grip. So far, this is the first direct collision between the weapons of the two men, and the sound is like two metal casting hills colliding, and a huge roar shook the surrounding stones to pieces.

Amon took two steps back, feeling a little numb on the side of his body, his long teeth were trembling sharply, making a moaning sound, a moment almost unstable, what a strong burst force impact!

Amonsan is still in such a state that he will not be able to go anywhere next moon night. His hand is shaking with a sharp twitch and he takes several steps backwards. He suddenly throws away his weapon and jumps, obviously entering a state of ferocity. The shadow was just a flash, and the tip of the flickering claw was in front of it, which was faster than any Enlightenment Amon had seen.

Amon didn't have time to do anything else either. He took a step backwards and let go of his long teeth and punched him. The scene is like a fight between two strong men on the street. With a golden glow on his jaw, the clever curvature of the sharp jaw tip didn't break, making a loud bang.

Tomorrow night, a painful roar roared down his throat, swinging his other claw across his throat. Amon dodged, reached out and tried to snap his wrist, but he grabbed an empty spot and the other party reacted too fast! Tomorrow night the moon flashed like a whirlwind and ran behind Amon. Amon turned around again with a powerful punch, and the two continued to fight each other.

Amon has never encountered such an opponent. He is fast as a ghost, but the outbreak of power is so manic, touching the hard physical beat, he can only fight with the outbreak of energy, and other means have no time to do it.

Amon cannot help but be intimately alarmed that, in the light of John's past experience, his violent state can not only greatly increase speed and explosiveness in a short period of time, but also provoke ferocity in the suffering he suffers. The assassin also changed shape, not knowing that he was a werewolf himself, or a strange form of deformation, and possibly a result of that manic power cultivated to a certain degree?

This manic state cannot be sustained for long. If overused, it may damage itself, but Amon is not interested in testing how long the moon will last tomorrow night. Just listen to the Grand General roar: "Do you think I won't! ”

The bone joints all over Amon were also brittle, and the muscles were beating, and although the shape had not changed, the feeling of invisibility had changed, and a more powerful manic atmosphere had spread. Ammon once told John that he needed guidance on the wrong path, that there might be several right paths, and that there were countless wrong paths. Amon has witnessed such a manic force as John, and knows how to explode after being physically and mentally integrated, and he has used it at this moment.

In the Black Fire Swamp, it was like two fierce beasts were fighting each other, making strange roars and long stretches. Amon's fists fell as hard as a rain point with gold, forcing the moon night to retreat to the water he had been wearing not long before. He punched him in the heel and slammed his hand to snap his throat.

* * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)