The Storm Samurai has no soul, and only knows how to blindly attack, killing all the enemies who enter the tomb, and naturally they can't guess what Morning Sun thinks.

The katana they clenched in their hands was raised, and they slashed at the morning sun that was walking towards them, the blade was sharp, with a strong sword wind.

Without waiting for the morning sun to approach, he sensed the danger in it, and the cold knife wind was like a steel needle piercing, and his body suddenly twisted, skillfully avoiding this knife.

Lifting the Denita Knife, the blade flashed with electric light.

Sunrise swung his sword forward, stabbing into the samurai's eye socket, piercing through one of the milky white flames.

The white flame that had been stabbed suddenly jumped, and then returned to its original form, but it seemed to be a little dimmer than it had been at the beginning.

The flames were attacked, and the speed at which the Storm Warrior swung his sword slowed down, also affected by the electric light.

Chenyang's eyes showed joy, he didn't expect the method to deal with the storm warrior to be so simple, and his right arm changed into an ink shadow hand.

The black mist on the surface of the arm dispersed, and all of it fell on the electric light sword.

The shiny blade was covered in black mist, turning into a pure ink blade, and the electric light on the jet-black blade jumped, and the black lightning condensed on the tip of the knife, containing great power.

Chenyang dodged the countless sharp blades that slashed at him, and his steps were steady, nimbly avoiding most of the storm warriors, and rushing in front of the only lone warrior.

With a flash of sharpness in his eyes, the electric sword in his hand swung and pierced into the samurai's hollow eye socket, and the electric blade pierced the flames and plunged into the pale bones.

The flames swelled rapidly in the burst of black lightning, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated on this platform.

The Storm Warrior, who lost the sustainment of his flames, turned into a real skeleton.

Chenyang pulled out the blade, and the skeleton suddenly split apart, and the white bones smashed to the ground with a slightly dull sound.

At the same time, behind Chenyang, a straight katana stabbed at him, extremely fast and powerful, and stabbed straight into Chenyang's heart.

The sense of crisis in Chenyang's heart skyrocketed, and his body moved, rushing into the open space where there was no danger.

It wasn't until he stepped a few meters away that he had time to turn his head to check the situation, and behind him a dozen samurai were holding their blades and looking at him squarely.

From their empty eye sockets, Chenyang inexplicably sensed a trace of murderous intent, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

This group of storm warriors seemed to have some wisdom, and when they realized that Morning Sun had the ability to kill them, they felt a sense of crisis in their hearts.

Under the threat of more than a dozen gazes, Chenyang's face was as usual, and he didn't look panicked, holding the ink-colored blade in his hand, and the blade was surrounded by a circle of ink-colored electric light.

A cold light flashed in Chenyang's eyes, and he stepped out with one step, and rushed over against more than a dozen storm warriors.

The Storm Samurai felt that their majesty had been provoked, and the anger in their chests increased, and more than a dozen katanas swung out at the same time, slashing towards the morning sun from different directions.

Only by chopping him into pieces of minced flesh can they vent the anger in their hearts.

On the suspended platform, more than a dozen figures converged, and only the sound of crackling weapons was heard.

During the siege of more than a dozen storm warriors, Chenyang relied on his agile skills to deal with their attacks without falling behind.

Occasionally, he found an opportunity to stab a few of the Storm Warriors in the eye sockets, causing the flames in their eyes to dim.

It's a pity that this group of storm warriors is too entangled, and never gives Chenyang a chance to condense black lightning, every time Chenyang swings a knife, there will definitely be a katana behind him, making people unguardable.

At this time, Chenyang's back had already been cut out of seven or eight wounds, and his clothes were in tatters, soaked in bright red blood.

The blood-stained Storm Warrior was like a bloodthirsty pack of wolves, with flames in his eyes soaring, and his attacks were even more violent and swift.

Chenyang stepped under his feet, and quickly jumped into the empty space of the platform on one side, not daring to continue to fight with the group of warriors, holding the knife in both hands, panting slightly.

More than a dozen storm warriors were besieged, three corpses turned into skeletons, and the eyes of the remaining dozen storm warriors were more or less dim.

All the samurai strode forward, and each step on the clearing, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the cave.

Chenyang's eyes were cold, and he glanced at a dozen storm warriors, coughed lightly in his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The originally pale face, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, looked much more ruddy.

The Storm Samurai raised his blade, the dull blade exuding a chilling aura, and more than a dozen knives slashed down at the same time, and the sword wind was cold, sweeping towards the morning sun in front of him.

Chenyang took a step and jumped away from the side in an instant.

A steel knife slashed to the ground, making a crisp and loud clanging sound.

Chenyang swung out his sword and stabbed at the samurai standing beside him, and the blade stabbed into the samurai's eye socket quickly and accurately.

Under this knife, the milky white flame beat violently, constantly spreading outward, and suddenly exploded with a pop, turning into curling green smoke and floating into the air.

Another storm warrior fell, and Chenyang's body twisted violently after stabbing this knife, and in an extremely awkward posture, he flashed the blade stabbed behind him.

A few stabs were stabbed, and a storm warrior was cleanly resolved, and there were fewer and fewer storm warriors standing in front of Chenyang.

Wait until he wakes up from his instinctive combat reactions.

In front of him, there was only one Storm Warrior left, surrounded by pale broken bones that they had trampled on.

There was only one Storm Samurai left, but he himself was unaware of it, and the blade in his hand swung and rushed towards the morning sun in front of him again.

Chenyang slammed his legs on the ground, leaping up like springs, holding the knife forward with both hands, and stabbing out, the blade pierced his eye socket and pierced his skull.

The white fire in the samurai's eyes slowly dissipated, turning into a wisp of green smoke and swaying, and Chenyang pulled out the blade and fell directly to the ground, panting heavily.

After a while, Chenyang walked into the passage behind the platform, this time Chenyang was extremely cautious in his heart, and he remained ten million times more cautious in his every move.

Worried about the danger of resembling the Soul Canyon, however, this is just a very ordinary promenade, the stone bricks under the feet are all solid bricks, and there are no milky white lights on both sides of the passage, but burning oil lamps.

The light is weak, but it can burn for thousands of years without extinguishing, and Chenyang is also a little curious, what kind of material is this lamp oil made of.

Soon, Chenyang walked through the corridor, following the bloodstains along the way to quickly keep up with Goggins's pace.

What greeted you was a golden hall, different from the environment outside that was covered with bones and mechanisms.

In this hall, there are more than a dozen burning candles, and the orange-yellow flames shine in the hall, which is extraordinarily warm and brings a slight sense of security to the morning sun.

Chenyang chased the blood into the main hall, and there was a faint sound of ding dong collision in his ears, which made his pace speed up a few points again.

When Chenyang walked past the front hall, he came to the deepest side hall.

This side hall is relatively simple, and in the empty hall, there are few precious treasures to decorate.

More of them are snow-white long veils hanging high, blocking Chenyang's view of the side hall.

A breeze blew, and the white veils floated up with the wind, inexplicably looking a little ghostly, which made Chenyang's heart a little hairy.

As Chenyang walked through the last layer of white veil, a piercing scream sounded in his ears, and the miserable sound echoed in the hall, adding a bit of fear to this gloom.

Chenyang listened to this scream, and inexplicably felt a little familiar, and his eyes turned to the direction of the sound.

Walking through the open space of white gauze, there is a purple wooden coffin decorated with jewels, and the surface of the coffin is carved with a bewitching woman, the woman's appearance is vivid, and there is a majesty of a superior person between the eyebrows, which is obviously from the hand of the master.

Chenyang's eyes looked at the wooden coffin, and he was immediately attracted by the carved woman, and his eyes were firmly locked on the woman.

At this moment, a miserable cry sounded again, and Chenyang quickly recovered from his state of distraction and noticed other places.

In front of the purple coffin, a burly man dressed in armor similar to that of a Storm Warrior stood, clutching a man's head tightly in his broad palm.

In the right hand of the armored man, holding a sharp sword, he swung the sword, and pierced the man's head with a sword, and the tip of the sword slowly dripped blood.

The armored man pulled out the blade of his sword with one hand and threw the dead man on the ground casually, like throwing away a piece of garbage.

Chenyang looked at the man who had been pierced through his head, his arms had been cut off before he died, and there was still an unwilling look in his eyes, he was unwilling to die like this.

Chenyang sighed slightly, this man with his arms cut off was the enemy he had pursued all the way, the leader of the Holy Trinity Organization, Goggins.