Dragon Lord: Starting from the daily settlement

A hundred miles away, a dark cloud was rapidly advancing towards the Cloud Kingdom.

Suddenly, the leading demon general waved his hand and stopped, and the soldiers quickly stopped as well.

"General, is there an ambush ahead?"

Sensing something was wrong, the lieutenant stepped forward and asked.

The demon general didn't speak, but instead twisted his arm, and a spear appeared. He then hurled it directly into the woods ahead.

"Thump~"

Just as the spear was about to strike, a bright blue flying sword shot out and knocked it away.

The spear lay to the side, then was casually summoned back by the demon general. The flying sword hovered in the sky for a few breaths, emitting bursts of sword cries, before finally falling into Yunhai's hands.

This guy has such a powerful aura.

Sheathing his flying sword behind him, Yunhai was startled by the overwhelming aura emanating from the demon general.

But at this moment, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. Immediately, his eyes sharpened, and the flying sword flew into the air. With a shake of his body, a mist of water spread out.

In the blink of an eye, the area within several miles was shrouded in thick fog, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Facing Yunhai, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, the Demon General dared not be careless. He gripped his spear and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

Suddenly, a sword light appeared out of thin air and attacked from his side.

As the spear was swung out, he reacted instantly, blocking it while simultaneously dodging to the side.

The sword light missed its target and disappeared into the mist; the demon general lost consciousness once more.

At the same time, from the surrounding mountains and forests, two imperial guard commanders led a large number of cultivators out and flanked them from the left and right.

Flying swords, talismans, spells, arrows—countless attacks poured into the mist.

"Bang~ Crash~ Bang~"

One by one, the soldiers lost their lives and fell to the ground before they even saw the enemy.

Sensing the commotion around him, the demon general's face turned cold. He then gripped the spear with both hands, planted it in the ground, and knelt on one knee.

Instantly, a crimson flame spread from his body, dispelling the surrounding mist, accompanied by a roar.

A three-zhang-long winged flying serpent phantom appeared behind him, its entire body crimson with black patterns covering it. Its eyes were filled with savagery, and its body was shrouded in demonic energy.

As the phantom of the Teng Snake appeared, it immediately locked onto Yun Hai, who was hidden in the mist. With its mouth open towards the mist, a blood-red flame spewed out, exuding an aura of death, and burned towards him.

Sensing the power of the flames, Yunhai's expression immediately changed, and he immediately summoned a light blue shield to block in front of him.

In an instant, the flames reached Yunhai, and the shield immediately emitted a beam of spiritual light that spread outwards, enveloping him and forming a sphere.

The flames were immediately stopped outside.

Before Yunhai could even catch his breath, the Tengshe phantom, seeing that the flames had no effect, flew into a rage. It flapped its wings, and a large amount of flames surged around it, enveloping it in a huge fireball with a diameter of ten feet.

The surrounding air distorted as the flames burned, and countless trees were reduced to charcoal.

Then, the fireball aimed at the sea of ​​clouds and flew away like a shooting star.

Damn!

An aura of death spread throughout his body, and Yunhai's face turned extremely ugly. He immediately summoned his flying sword and spat a mouthful of blood onto it.

In an instant, the flying sword shone brightly, and countless water swords split off.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of water swords appeared in the sky.

Then, Yunhai, his face pale, formed a sword incantation, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

The water swords that filled the sky instantly returned to the flying sword, merging with it and transforming into a giant flying sword two zhang long.

He then charged toward the fireball.

Upon the collision, the demon general kneeling on the ground trembled, his face contorting into a hideous grimace.

"Pfft~"

On the other side, Yunhai also spat out a mouthful of blood, but he increased his mana output. On his flying sword, wisps of light blue runes appeared, locking the fireball in place.

As the fireball shrank under the influence of the flying sword, it began to shrink, and in no time, its diameter shrank to one meter.

Upon seeing this, Yunhai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a stream of light flew out of his mouth—it was a small flying sword.

The flying sword hurtled towards the demon general, whose expression immediately changed. He could no longer care about the illusory image of the flying serpent and raised his spear to block the flying sword.

The fireball in the sky, having lost the power of the demon general to sustain it, turned into a ball of sparks and disappeared.

Yunhai, however, wielded the water sword and thrust it down at him with undiminished force.

He tried to retract his spear, but he was a fraction too slow. The water sword pierced through his chest, pinning him to the ground and creating a deep crater.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji, who was locked in combat with a Foundation Establishment stage demon general, immediately beamed with joy and shouted, "Our commander is dead! Why don't you all surrender immediately!"

"Our commander is dead! Surrender now!"

"Our commander is dead! Surrender now!"

He shouted three times in a row, but none of the Xiang soldiers paid him any attention; instead, they continued fighting.

At this moment, an awkward expression appeared on his face.

"Stop talking! They've been possessed by demonic energy and know only how to kill!"

After retrieving his two flying swords and calming his breathing, Yunhai shouted and then began to execute hand seals, killing off the Xiang Army soldiers in the Qi Refining stage one by one.

Before long, blood stained the earth red. Seeing the last Xiang Army soldier fall to the ground, the people of Yun Kingdom finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking exhausted.

Collecting the demon general's corpse, Yunhai looked at the crowd around him with a hint of grief in his eyes. In this battle, two Foundation Establishment cultivators had died, and hundreds of Qi Refining cultivators had perished. These were people he had painstakingly accumulated.

Taking a deep breath to mask his sorrow, he called out, "Gentlemen, pack your things and prepare to return home."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Ji and the others replied listlessly.

…………

As night fell, the long-awaited silver moon appeared in the sky. Inside the Yun Kingdom's palace, Yun Hai laid the corpses of the seven Foundation Establishment Demon Generals on the ground, with the spear and banner beside them, and then respectfully said...

"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my mission. All the invading enemies have been annihilated."

"Okay, you can go now."

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Zhou Yan spoke calmly to Yun Hai.

"Yes... Your Majesty."

He opened his mouth, then withdrew from the hall.

Zhou Yan, on the other hand, focused his attention on the two weapons.

He picked up the spear and the banner, weighed them in his hands, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Although both weapons are top-grade magical artifacts, they are still a bit too light, making them rather unsuitable for personal use.

Is the Xiang Kingdom really that powerful? The group, whose highest level is only late Foundation Establishment, actually possesses two top-grade magic artifacts. They are truly wealthy and powerful.

It should be noted that many cultivators who have just entered the Purple Mansion realm only use top-grade magic artifacts. The Xuanwei Xuanyu is nothing more than two natal flying swords that are magic treasures.