Who are you calling a stable boy?!

She clung tightly to Zheng Jing, using both her hands and feet, listening to the wind whistling past her ears, and cried out with her face buried in her hands, "When did you learn that?!"

Good question.

This was something Zheng Jing figured out on his own while he was in Soul Society and Hueco Mundo.

Death's flight is less about flying and more about gathering spiritual particles at his feet to create a landing point, thus enabling him to stand and move in the air.

This method places stringent requirements on the user's spiritual pressure and the environment in which they are located.

Therefore, Zheng Jing simply abandoned the study of this method and instead chose to learn a martial art that was more suitable for him.

Its name is the Art of Flying Through the Sky.

Although he had never been exposed to the "ki" in Dragon Ball, based on the ever-changing nature of his own internal energy and his understanding of the principles of the Flying Technique, Zheng Jing started from scratch and kept trying, eventually completing this technique in Hueco Mundo.

Furthermore, before leaving Hueco Mundo, Zheng Jing had already honed his aerial combat skills to the point where he could engage in high-speed aerial combat with Ulquiorra at full strength.

In other words, the thing that Zheng Jing was standing on at this moment, which looked like a golden auspicious cloud, was actually the powerful internal force he was releasing with his legs.

"You want to learn?"

Zheng Jing smiled and replied, "I'll teach you."

As the two were talking, the fire dragon knights who were escorting the airship had already spotted the rolling golden clouds approaching like meteors.

The slow-reacting knight was still bewildered, wondering what it was.

The quick-thinking knight stood up, ready to go and do something.

But no matter how fast or slow their reaction was, it was too late at that moment!

The aerial defense formation meticulously constructed by the Fire Dragon Knights was ruthlessly pierced through by the golden meteor in an instant—

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Jing had already carried Xue Qing and landed on the deck of the airship.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

In front of numerous Rennes Qista soldiers, Zheng Jing turned his head and looked at Xue Qing, who was getting off his back.

"Go and take care of them."

Xueqing pointed to the panicked fire dragon knights.

"Hey."

Zheng Jing laughed out loud.

For him, dealing with this army of Rennestista was a piece of cake.

But if he just hit her without saying a word, how would Xueqing develop?

Then let me ask you, what's the difference between this and a jungler using E to jump over a wall, right in front of the mid laner under the tower, and then using QW to clear a large wave of minions that just entered the tower?

How selfish! Pah! Pah!!

Of course, ultimately, it's because Zheng Jing is confident in Xue Qing's abilities.

Besides, he's right there. If Xueqing really encounters any tough opponent she can't handle, he can step in at any time.

Without even taking out his golden cudgel, Zheng Jing vanished from Xue Qing's sight in a flash.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The fire dragon knight, as the squad leader, shouted loudly and waved the flag he carried on his back to convey orders to his subordinates.

Since the enemy forces, which resembled golden meteors, had broken through their formation and successfully invaded the warship, they could only leave it to the friendly forces on board to deal with.

All they can do right now is to consolidate their formation and prevent further enemy boarding.

Do you know what I like to play most on my Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese game console)?

The unfamiliar voice that suddenly came from behind made the squadron leader freeze.

"It's Super Mario."

Before the squadron leader could even figure out what Little Tyrant and Super Mario were, his skull was stomped on solidly!

"Oh!"

Zheng Jing shaded himself, glanced at the man and dragon tumbling towards the ground, then looked up at the remaining fire dragon knights in the sky.

He grinned, a golden cloud swirled beneath his feet, and his figure flashed again.

"Uh--"

"Wow!"

"Gah!"

"Eat!"

Hearing the calls rising and falling, Xueqing rubbed her eyes.

"Is it that strong?"

She muttered something unconsciously.

"Crack..."

The sound of metal feet scraping against the deck drew Xueqing's attention back.

She turned around and looked at the soldiers who were arrayed on the deck.

After all, they were facing the enemy from their own airship, and there was only one enemy. Clearly, none of the soldiers of Reinqista had any intention of using ranged attack magic or crossbows.

They were either carrying swords or shields, and very few even used polearms.

Xueqing glanced around and estimated that there were probably close to sixty people here.

Even the widest deck of a warship has its limits, so every one of those who came to face her was an elite soldier from this army.

"Less than sixty people..."

Xueqing drew Drew from her waist.

"AIBO, isn't your childhood sweetheart thing a bit too much?"

Drew had been holding back while Zheng Jing was around, but finally found an opportunity when Zheng Jing wasn't there, and spoke to Xue Qing in a sincere tone.

"He has always kept these numbers."

Holding Drew in one hand, Xueqing chuckled softly.

"As for those unlucky guys, let them tell God what they have to say."

With that, she took a step forward, sword in hand.

"If you lay down your weapons and surrender now, you can avoid some suffering."

This sentence, this step, it seems, at this very moment, it is not the elites of Reinkista who hold the absolute advantage, but this girl with her sword.

Does that sound funny?

But at this moment, none of the elites of Rennes were able to laugh.

—Because they are seasoned veterans, even if they cannot understand the reason for the pressure that is coming at them, they can understand that the girl in front of them is the source of that pressure!

"Ugh."

Using the Mountain and Water Technique, Xue Qing drew her sword and instantly charged into the formation!

One man, one sword, moving with the grace of a startled swan, as nimble as a swimming dragon.

Seventy-two graceful swords dance with abandon!

Chapter 162: Let You Fly!

He was the last of the seventh-generation disciples of the West Lake Hidden Sword Manor to join the sect, yet he distinguished himself in the sect's grand competition in less than a year, achieving a remarkable third place.

After that, he left the manor and entered the world, practicing chivalry and justice. With a heroic spirit that surpassed that of men, he gradually became famous in the Jiangnan region.

The following year, he displayed his skills at the quadrennial martial arts tournament, his 72-style Xiushui sword technique, which was both free and flawless, overshadowed all the other martial artists. The leader of the martial arts alliance commented that his swordsmanship was imbued with his own mind, and that in terms of moves alone, he was unmatched among the contemporary martial arts prodigies.

Therefore, Bai Xiaosheng of Pinghu ranked him in the list of rising martial arts talents, placing him eighth.

Known in the martial arts world as Cao Xueqing, also known as "Quick Snow Clears Up"!

—"Clang!"

Made of leather and refined iron, and further reinforced with rock armor from earth magic, this heavy and sturdy tower shield is heavy enough to withstand the full-force attack magic of a triangular-level mage.

However, under Xue Qing's sword, such a tower shield was as fragile as a chocolate cake that was a little too dark!

The sound of metal being cut is so piercing.

Especially when it rings out continuously, as if it's about to become a shrill ballad, it can be quite terrifying.

Alone with her sword, Xue Qing fought her way from one end of the battle formation to the other. Her feet never stopped, and weapons and blood flew up and down along the flowing sword in her hand.

The Hidden Sword Manor's inner cultivation method, the Mountain and Water Manual, is divided into two volumes: Mountain and Water.

What Xue Qing is using at this moment is the Water Inquiry Technique, which is part of the "Water" scroll.

Its meaning lies in flowing clouds and running water.

The matching Xiushui sword technique follows a light and graceful style.

However, in Xue Qing's hands, the Seventy-Two Styles of Xiushui Sword constantly stirred up turbulent waves.

Just a moment ago it resembled a clear lake after the rain, its surface shimmering and green.

The next second, a sudden surge of water erupted, rolling in and covering everything!

In less than three breaths, less than half of the fifty-odd elite warriors of the kingdom on the deck were still able to stand.

"Wa, Varut! Think of something quick! Stop her!"

Collomway clutched his head and screamed.

This ruler of Rennqista was as flustered as a loser who had just arrived in Flower Spike City and was immediately shoved in the face by the local twin ponytails.

Although this airship has a full five hundred soldiers on board, excluding those who cannot leave their posts to maintain flight, looking at the scene on the deck now, he felt that even if there were a thousand people, let alone five hundred, it wouldn't be enough for that one person to kill with one sword!

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals—in this situation, it should be one's own generals who deal with these kinds of guys!

"..."

With his back to Kolomwe, Valut couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He chose this guy because he was stupid enough and easy to control, but when it came to this crucial moment, he hated this pig-like teammate behind him more than the god-like opponent below.

"Your Excellency, I alone am no match for the Snow Knight."

"What should we do then? That's it! Let her go with you!"

Kolomwe pointed to Magilda, who was next to Valut.

Majesty, or rather, Fuka of the clod of earth.

If they were on the ground, Valut would be confident in controlling the wind dragon and working with Maggieruda to deal with Xueqing.

But now, on his own airship, facing Xue Qing, Valut knew that even if Maggie Luda went down, she would only be a free kill.

“Magical Luda needs to protect your safety, so I would like to ask for your cooperation in dealing with the formidable enemy, the Snow Knight.”

"Me...me?"

"That's right..."

-

With a sword severing the Achilles tendon, followed by a palm strike, the force piercing through the armor, inflicting a concussion on the warrior who fought to the very end. Xue Qing stood firm and surveyed the deck.

There was no one else who could stand up except her.

"If we're talking about exaggeration, you're the same, AIBO."

Drew, who never shed a drop of blood, spoke.

This was certainly not the first time he had witnessed Xueqing's swordsmanship.

To be honest, Drew felt that if we were to talk about swordsmanship alone, Xueqing was probably the most skilled among all the Gangdaruffs it had ever followed.

Xueqing did not reply.

Simply because there was someone standing on the deck behind her who dared to do so.

"We meet again, Snow Knight."