The eyes were stained by the blood from the forehead, Cecivenna wanted to delay the time through her words so that she could activate the power contained in her body.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Aofeta had already kicked her over as soon as she looked up.
Who is Eofeta? Ivan Ian's maid.
So who is Yiwen Ian? The owner of the body that has been counterattacked 100%...
As the saying goes, if a person is sick for a long time, he has become a doctor. When a person is counterattacked for a long time, he has already mastered the methods of preventing all kinds of messy counterattacks and remembered them in his heart. Aofeta is such a maid.
So Cecivenna's little trick of delaying time did not work at all. As Eofeta listened to her, she had already kicked and stamped on Cecivenna's face.
"Puff!" Cecivenna flew backwards, in the severe pain, and was shocked-
Dad! This is different from what you said!
"You guy! Can you let someone finish your words?" Cecivenna subconsciously raised her long sword, and the magic of the green magic surged-
Then before I could see the person there, my head hurts, and my neck tightens, and it turns dizzy, and it has already flew out again.
However, this time the Green Knight Girl reflected on it, and inspires magic power to buffer the moment she landed, rolling on the ground for half a circle, but just avoids the heavy step that almost stomped through the ground by Aofei.
This time, Cecivenna really didn't dare to talk nonsense.
Aofeta's attack was even more terrifying than the tide. Once she landed, she continued to attack, but Cecivenna soon realized that there were absolutely blind spots in the maid's attack.
As long as she needs to be able to overcome the psychological shadow, as the early-level Qing Knight of Truth, her advantage over the super-high-level Aofeta is still absolute.
That's flying.
That's right, she was almost killed by Aofeta, but this does not mean that Aofeta has an advantage in the air - no, it should be said that compared with the all-round fighting skills of the Molang clan that combines sight, hearing and smell, the three early-level Qing Knights are not enough to see!
The Green Knight uses the power of wind to disrupt the air, raise dust, to create barriers and hinder the opponent's attack, which is like nothing in front of Aofeta. The lack of vision can be supplemented by smell and hearing, and the interference of hearing is filled with smell and look, and the disturbance of smell and sound and light can be captured.
Coupled with the unparalleled physical and strength advantages, when it comes to the warriors of the Galilei clan of the Molang, even among the strange Nanling immortal races, it is also the top combat nation!
So after thinking it through, Cecivenna immediately took action, jumped with one leg, and flew up from the ground - she had no protection, but just focused on speed and concealment. From the fall just now, it seemed like a mistake, but now it has formed an advantage.
Of course, it was not so easy for Cecivenna to take off. The moment she jumped up, several stones larger than her head suddenly flew out from the smoke and dust disturbed by the storm. They barely used the Wind King barrier to push them apart. The next moment, a white, delicate jade hand poked out from the smoke, almost grabbed her calf again.
Cold sweat broke out all over her body, mixed in the blood stain, and it was painful and numb. Nearly a hundred wounds were cut by stones from Cecivenna's body, and blood kept oozing into a stream, flowing down from her legs - even this left leg had been dislocated by Aofeta's violent attack skills just now, hanging softly on her knees.
Fortunately, she was dislocated, so her fragile leg bones, which were the feather tribe, did not break.
Showing her figure in the slowly dissipating smoke and dust, Aofeta raised her head and looked up at Cecivenna in the air. Her cheeks became cold, but a blood dripped on her face.
The Green Knight Girl was breathing heavily. She had not got any chance to breathe since just now. Her blue-gold pupils stared at the maid on the ground, but she had already felt a desire to retreat in her heart.
In her almost semi-disabled state, compared with Aofeta who had almost not been hurt, it was not a little bit worse. Even though she judged through experience that Aofeta did not truly transcend the common threshold of truth between the immortal species and the short-lived species, the shackles called the body still firmly tied her to the earth—
But that is also Galilee's top, and super-high-level abilities.
Originally, Cecivenna was absolutely sure to defeat the maid, but the gap between the super high level and the initial level of truth is not that big. Even if the immortal species has certain innate advantages over the short life species due to physical reasons, Galilei of the Molang is more suitable to become a warrior than the feather race. In addition, one side is in a complete state and has almost no damage, but the other side has been beaten to pieces and bruises and cannot stop the blood...
The fight was just a battle of intent. Her original purpose was not to kill Aofeta, but to stop her from tracking. After her delay and a fight, the odor molecules that remained in the air had almost dissipated and could not be distinguished. Although the price she paid for this was a little higher, she finally achieved her original goal-
In short, Cecivenna made so many excuses for herself, and finally summed up in one sentence: "Go to your mother! I won't play with you anymore! I'm flashing!"
Of course, in reality, Cecivenna cannot curse directly like this, so she coldly faced her face and said kindly: "Although I still want to continue fighting with you, there has been such a big disturbance, and someone has noticed us. You don't want to expose your true body in front of other forces, right? Then let's go and have a chance to ask for advice next time."
Aofeta looked up at her, touched her waist, but ended up having nothing.
Yes, her dagger was still stuck on the wall at this time. Otherwise, with a flying knife as a backhand, she would have to try to get the green fly flying in the sky.
Yiwen Ian said: "Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze has blew again. Since a slap has already hit the other person's face, don't say sorry. It is the truth to ask the other person to bring his other face over and get beaten."
Although Ivan Ian was quite joking when he said it, Eofeta planned to follow it seriously.
"But if you really can't do anything to the other party, you can only forget it. At this time, you must let the other party go openly. Never appear petty because of too much obsession and will revenge." Including the second half of the sentence.
The white-haired maid put away her fighting posture, resumed her elegant standing posture, and gently bent her body: "Is that true... Then I would like to represent my master, and I look forward to your visit with Miss Edishir Longge."
"Hmph..." Looking at Aofeta's calm expression, Cecivenna was so angry that she was itchy, but at this time she was really not sure that she could beat the other party, even if she took out the secret skills of the feather clan.
So after being upset, she could only swallow the unhappiness and cover her scarred body and wanted to leave in shame.
When passing by the matte dagger inserted on the wall, I always felt that it did not cause any damage to the other party, so I was beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of pissing. I was so embarrassed that Cecivenna was a little angry as a child. She pulled up the dagger and put it in her arms, intending to use it as a provocation prop when she met the captain maid next time.
Then she flew away, and she couldn't help but deliberately chose a more troublesome route to travel on land, and used intentional magic to blow away the smell on her body.
Cecivenna didn't look back during the whole process, so she didn't know that the moment she pulled the dagger from the wall, a slender palm of her finger instantly reached towards her back.
However, Eofeta stared at Cecivenna's back in a daze, and until she finally left, she was too shocked to make any sound.
A few minutes later, a strong gust of wind blew, rolling up the dust on the ground, and the plain hands hanging stiffly in the air finally moved.
Aofeta turned his palm into a fist, held it hard, and pressed it on his chest, feeling angry for the first time.
She was really angry.
Looking at Yiwen Ian who was sighing because she lost Edeshel, Aofeta was a little hesitant. She was not worried that she would be blamed for the Edeshel incident. After all, she had tried her best in this matter, and the other party also sent someone to "try hard" (Edeshel's illusion) to stop her follower. With Yiwen Ian's temperament, she would not blame her for this reason.
What made her hesitate was another thing-
She lost the weapon that Yiwen Ian gave her.
That was her only weapon, and it was also the only weapon that Yiwen Ian had given her.
When she thought of this, she was so depressed that she didn't know how to speak to Yiwen Ian.
But she finally said honestly: "Sorry, Master, when I was following His Highness Edishir, I lost the dagger you gave me..."
Yiwen Ian was stunned: "How could he be lost? Who did you fight with?"
"Cesinna." Aofeta said briefly, and her brow frowned when she thought of this name. She had never been so angry with someone since she was a child, so angry that she wanted to use the cross fixation technique to divide her bones and tendons.
"That's it..." Yiwen Ian pointed, but said relievedly, "If you lose it, you will lose it. You have been using that dagger for almost ten years. It's no longer suitable for you. It's time to change it. It's just an ordinary metal dagger. I heard from Sir Vincent. During training, you always use your bare hands to attack it because you are afraid of breaking it. It's too dangerous to always do this in actual combat."
Aofeta nodded silently, and Yiwen Ian pulled out a page from his arms: "Hey? Crael? Aofeta's dagger is lost. When you come the day after tomorrow, you will bring some weapons to join hands - what?! I don't know what weapons Aofeta uses?! You like it so much, don't you even know this?! Idiot!"
"Okay." Yiwen Ian clapped his hands, and the spell was activated, and the pages of the book were automatically folded into a paper plane, "Go away!"
The paper plane flew out of the window and flew towards the technical department.
Aofeta knew very well that this was a spell called SMS, which could be transmitted simply by notes within a distance of hundreds of meters. However, under the special transcription materials and the amazing magic of Iven Ian, it had an extraordinary moving distance that it originally did not have - so generally speaking, Iven Ian sat in the Duke's Mansion and cursed with SMS, and even the truth-level ** master had to run to the near to the Duke's Mansion to scold him.
The reason why Yiwen Ian said two paragraphs as if he had heard the other party's answer was definitely because he had guessed in advance how the other party would answer.
As for the meme that Yiwen Ian mentioned slightly in his words, Edishil subconsciously ignored it. She could feel that she liked the maid and liked herself, but it was just the disguise of the man who was as rational as Yiwen Ian. He was just afraid that he had been addicted to research alone for too long and lost his humanity, so he deliberately retained his unique hobby when he was young.
Those who like Aofeta are just his frivolous jokes, but Yiwen Ian didn't care, so Aofeta didn't mind appropriately cooperating to satisfy the occasional desire to shake in Krell's perverted mind. (To be continued.)