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"Third Prince, look at the sword!"

Song Xiang raised her red lips slightly, and the soft sword at her waist was suddenly unsheathed. The soft sword turned into a white silk and went straight for Xiao Jingyue's throat.

Xiao Jingyue tapped the ground with her toes, retreated quickly, and swung the soft sword, and the sword blades collided with each other, making a clear sound.

Then she took a different approach with her sword, swung the tip to the side, and stabbed towards Song Xiang's waist.

Seeing this, Song Xiang spun around and stood on the tiptoes of Xiao Jingyue's sword. While swinging the sword sideways, his body flew up and down, leaving a shadow in the air.

The two soft swords entangled in the air, like a startled wild goose skimming over the water, and the sword energy stirred up so much that the sand and gravel shattered into pieces.

Song Xiang noticed Xiao Jingyue's weakness and stabbed again. Xiao Jingyue dodged sideways and swung her soft sword across like a whip. Song Xiang hurriedly raised his sword to block, but Xiao Jingyue turned his wrist and the sword suddenly changed momentum, the sword tip heading straight for Song Xiang's face.

At the critical moment, Song Xiang lowered his body and slid forward, and the soft sword brushed past his scalp, cutting off several strands of hair by the sword energy.

The more they fought, the more dangerous the situation became, with swords flashing and clothes fluttering.

Song Xiang seized the opportunity and swung his soft sword like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight at Xiao Jingyue's lower body.

Xiao Jingyue shouted urgently, leaped into the air, and slashed down with the soft sword from top to bottom.

Song Xiang raised his sword to meet the attack, and the two forces collided, causing spider-web-like cracks on the ground.

While the battle was in full swing, Song Xiang suddenly changed the path of his sword. His soft sword bypassed Xiao Jingyue's sword moves like a snake and pierced the empty space in her chest.

Xiao Jingyue's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly turned her wrist, turning the soft sword into a curtain of light, barely blocking the fatal blow.

But the move changed too quickly, Xiao Jingyue lost her footing and staggered back a few steps.

Song Xiang did not pursue the enemy, but instead sheathed his sword and saluted: "Captain Jingyue's swordsmanship is exquisite, and I admire you."

Xiao Jingyue also put away her sword and stood, a dark glint in her eyes: "Your Highness's swordsmanship is tricky, it really opened my eyes."

After saying that, he returned to his own queue.

Xiao Zhen looked unhappy and his eyes were gloomy. When Song Xiang put away his sword, he quickly glanced at the captains behind him.

Just at this moment, a strong and sturdy woman warrior raised her voice in the queue to ask a question.

"Third Prince, I, He Zhaomei, cannot fly. I can only perform acrobatics like throwing rocks, lifting weights, and carrying chariots. Today, I saw that you, Third Prince, are itching to try your hand, and I would like to test your arm strength. Is that possible?"

Song Xiang looked around but couldn't find the person.

Xiao Zhen stepped aside, and the twelve captains lined up in a V-shaped formation, with swords, spears, and halberds like a forest.

"Third Prince, I am here!"

Perhaps because his body was too strong, the black iron armor could not cover it and a gap was left, revealing a hideous scar in the middle.

He Zhaomei untied her wrist guard and rolled up her sleeves as she walked.

"Please!" Song Xiang pinched the golden silk soft armor wrapped around her fair wrist, and her bare hand shook hands with the big hand covered with calluses.

The soldiers who were training on the training ground had already gathered there, and now they were cheering loudly for Zhaomei.

"Captain He! Captain He!"

He Zhaomei skillfully grasped Song Xiang's hand and pressed it towards the left side of her body with all her strength.

However, she still underestimated her enemy.

"This is impossible!" He Zhaomei's veins popped out and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

I saw that slender wrist slowly pressing down the thick arm, and the sneers of the onlookers stopped abruptly in an instant.

Song Xiang suddenly released the force and pulled out his right hand, which had been pinched red, in front of everyone's astonished gaze: "Captain He's power is divine. I am ashamed of myself."

"I don't accept it!" He Zhaomei's face flushed red as she continued to argue, "I want to challenge Your Highness in a duel of fist and kick skills!"

Before Song Xiang could respond, He Zhaomei pounced on him and tried to put her arms around Song Xiang's neck.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Yunque was a little anxious, fearing that Song Xiang would be in trouble.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid He Zhaomei's attack, Song Xiang closed his eyes resignedly.

However, before He Zhaomei got close to Song Xiang, she smelled a strange fragrance. She couldn't control her body and fell on Song Xiang.

Song Xiang couldn't dodge in time and was almost suffocated by the pressure.

Xiao Zhen, with a dark face, gathered around with the other captains, moved He Zhaomei away from Song Xiang, and hurriedly helped Song Xiang up.

He Zhaomei said bitterly: "I didn't eat enough this morning, so I feel a little dizzy. I'm sorry for offending the Third Prince. Please forgive me!"

Song Xiang rubbed his chest, coughed twice, and said, "Captain He's move is so powerful that it's flawless. I really admire him."

"But on the battlefield, you can't rely solely on brute force, or you'll end up hurting yourself."

When He Zhaomei heard this, her face changed instantly and became extremely ugly.

Captain Gao Chilin patted He Zhaomei's shoulder, then strode forward, his towering figure almost blocking out half the sky. "Third Prince, your subordinate Gao Chilin is willing to learn a thing or two!"

Yun Que's eyes flickered. Seeing that this group of people were planning to fight in a round-robin battle to exhaust the princess's strength, he couldn't help but sneer, "How dare you all ask for advice from Your Highness? I'm afraid your victory is unfair!"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhen felt ashamed, but Song Xiang had ruined her place as soon as he arrived, and she felt really uncomfortable if she didn't vent her anger.

Just as I was thinking about how to solve the problem, Song Xiang replied, "It's okay. I'm exhausted today. Being beaten down is a win."

She just wanted to show the soldiers on the training ground that she, a common princess, was no less capable than their commander.

"High School Lieutenant, right? Please!"

The surrounding soldiers handed Gao Chilin a copper stick with a serious look in their eyes.

"Third Prince, take this!"

Before he could finish his words, the copper stick came crashing down with the sound of wind.

Song Xiang spun around to avoid the attack, and his soft sword was unsheathed like a snake, aiming straight at the opponent's throat. Gao Chilin hurriedly blocked it with his stick.

Amidst flying sparks, Song Xiang used the force to leap onto the stick and pointed the tip of his sword at Gao Chilin's face.

Gao Chilin roared, lifted it up, and used his internal force in his right hand to strike the copper stick, causing it to buzz. Before Song Xiang could attack, he was sent flying backwards by the recoil force. When he landed, the soft sword made a sharp sound on the ground.

Song Xiang frowned and said loudly, "Captain Gao is an expert in stick fighting. I am definitely not as good as him, so let's stop here!"

"Your Highness is too polite!" Gao Chilin threw away the copper stick and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you for the concession!"

"Captain Gao! Great skills!" Cheers came from the crowd.

Song Xiang sheathed his sword and took a step back. His robe was covered in dust, but he remained upright. "I wonder if there's another captain who wants to challenge me?"

Another captain stepped forward, brandishing his red-tasseled spear with great vigor. "Your Highness, please teach me!"

Song Xiang nodded and took up his long sword to fight with him.

Half an hour later, the man returned to the queue unwillingly.

"My name is Su Qi. Princess, do you dare to compete with me in archery?"

"Why not?" Song Xiang raised an eyebrow, "Please!"

Everyone followed him to the shooting range.

The target was set three hundred steps away, and the cold wind blew dust onto Song Xiang's face.

She nocked the bow and drew the string, and the arrow flew through the air, hitting the bull's eye.

Su Qi sneered, drew his bow and loaded three long arrows, which were fired at the same time, knocking down Song Xiang's arrows.

"The princess seems not to be proficient in archery." After saying this, Su Qi felt a little proud.