Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The time is September, 2002.

At this time of year, if it were placed in the island country in the far east, it would have already entered late autumn. But it is still unbearably hot in this land of Central and Western Asia. The fireball above the sky casts a blazing light, causing the air and light to become slightly distorted.

It was in this sweltering environment that a young man was walking on the ridge of a dry valley in the mountains of Western Asia.

The white robe wrapped around his slender body, and the white turban wrapped the young man's face tightly, leaving only a pair of indifferent dark eyes exposed. The young man also carried a square black box nearly one meter long on his back. His robe was stained with wind and sand, and it was obvious that the young man had been trekking for a long time.

The young man's name is Feng Jianxi. He comes from the Far East and is a hunter.

The so-called hunter is a person who hunts in the unknown dark world.

Of course, magicians who also belong to the other world and master the mysterious magic way prefer to refer to"hunters" as"hounds" that are full of blood and have no grace at all.

Throw away all the self-praise and prejudices,���To put it more simply, they are actually mercenaries.

Feng Jianxi does not belong to any organization. She is just a mercenary who kills mercenaries who complete their employer's tasks for reward.

It's just that he is different from ordinary mercenaries. As a member of the other world and a magician, his prey is naturally his own kind.

Feng Jianxi's targets are all magicians.

No matter what method he uses, he can always successfully get the head of the target magician. In just a few years of entering the industry, more than thirty magicians have died in his hands, and there was even a color-level magician among them.

【Magician Killer], or [Second Generation Magician Killer]】——Because Feng Jian Xi's behavior and methods were very similar to the hunter who disappeared seven years ago and left a name in the hunter world, Feng Jian inherited this nickname.

Trekking in this barren and scorching land, Feng Jianxi naturally did not come here for tourism, he came here for work.

The target of Feng Jianxi's trip was a magician named Khwaja Aditya.

Khwaja Aditya is a first-generation magician, and there was no magic family connection before him.

Magic as a kind of knowledge and research requires accumulation. The longer the family lineage, the higher the level of magicians. A first-generation magician with no experience like this would have been unable to attract Feng Jianxi.

But the special thing about Khwaja Aditya is that he has a powerful grimoire in his hands.

The grimoire is called"Saromanda Imprinting Ceremony".

Salomanda is the spirit in charge of fire in Arabian mythology. Those who possess this grimoire can summon the fire spirit with imaginary elements.

The creator of the grimoire is no longer known, and its production period belongs to the farewell of the Gods' Age. As a remnant of the Gods' Age, its value is inestimable.

But these are not important, as long as the hunter completes the hunt and brings the items back.

Although Khwaja Aditya is only the first generation, he is very cautious.

He established a small religious group of his own, with many armed forces guarding him.

He was huddled in the hidden valley, where Kazama was at this moment.

Not far from Feng Jianxi, he could feel the traces of magic flow. From a magic perspective, several layers of magic threads connecting the earth's veins were floating around the valley.

"Five layers of detection and defense barriers...There are also external arrangements responsible for concealment and confusion."

For the first generation, this kind of arrangement is already very good. But Feng Jianxi is good at sneak work, but this barrier cannot stop him.

Soon, without touching the barrier, Feng Jianxi Jian Xi officially entered the boundary of the barrier.

When he stepped onto the ridge of the valley, the scenery behind the hillside was revealed to Feng Jian Xi.

Unlike the dry and barren land outside, there was a green river running through it. In the valley, fruits and vegetables were planted on both sides of the river.

Houses made of earth and stone stood staggered close to the mountain wall, forming a village of more than 200 people.

However, when Feng Jianxi's eyes fell on the village. At this time, he frowned. He saw that many buildings in the village not far away had collapsed, and traces of the explosion could still be seen on the collapsed buildings, and there were still fragments of bodies scattered on the dirt road. Flames ignited—Khwaja Aditya's stronghold came under attack

"what's the situation?"

The outer barrier showed no signs of being destroyed, and the spiritual veins showed no signs of disorder.

But after sneaking into it, what unfolded in front of Fengjian was a scene like this. This made people standing on the hillside looking at the village in the distance Feng Jian was slightly stunned. Has

Khwaja Aditya's enemy come to visit? Or is there someone else coveting the magic book in Khwaja Aditya's hand?

Thoughts kept flowing in Feng Jian Xi's mind. This situation was beyond Feng Jianxi's expectations.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Jianxi took steps.

Plans are never a fixed straight line formed by human will. Surprises and changes will occur to the hunter. It was normal for work.

He wanted to determine the exact situation first.

After leaving the slope, Feng Jianxi quickly arrived at the entrance of the village, but the attack in the village was too sudden. , so that the guard sentries were called back. Feng Jianxi arrived at the outskirts of the village without any hindrance.

When he stepped into the vicinity of the village, he immediately felt the blazing magic power. The feeling is just that it is powerless, like an ember that still retains warmth.

It is the remnant of magic power. The battle in the center of the village has ended, and it will not end for long.

The attacker of the village or the owner of this place, Khwaja. One of them, Aditya, was probably still in the village.

Kazama had completely restrained his aura, and he was not in a hurry to go to the place where the magic power remained.

He was observing the remaining traces of the battle. There were traces of explosions on the buildings in the distance, stone fragments were flying, and there was still a faint smoke in the air.

Khwaja Aditya's troops were the first to discover the enemy and exchange fire with them.

All around, the surrounding buildings almost completely collapsed, but the cause of the collapse was not due to the firepower of modern firearms.

It was more like the collapsed stone wall was pushed down by some huge force.

Feng Jianxi saw it not far away. He walked up to the corpse.

The face of the deceased was that of a Central Asian. The bearded face was full of shock and fear, as if he had seen an incomprehensible monster.

His body was divided into half, and his spine was cut. It was pulled out alive, and the smelly internal organs were scattered all over the floor. The upper body suffered severe bone dislocation and deformation, as if countless forces from different directions were exerted on its body.

It was obvious that such wounds could not be caused by normal means. , which is the result of some extraordinary power.