Seeing Chen Xinzhu's reaction, Mao Weng chuckled.

"As expected of a Huashan disciple, your mental state is very good. However, when you die, will you be able to remain calm?"

After speaking, Mao Weng raised the spear in his hand.

He shouted: "Kill!"

The spear is like a dragon, piercing Chen Hsinchu.

Watching this scene, Chen Xinzhu's expression remained unchanged, and he gently clenched the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

A faint sound of eagle cry sounded around the scabbard.

In an instant, the sword was unsheathed.

A huge half-moon-shaped sword energy roared out and killed the old man in black.

Seeing this scene, Mao Weng was so frightened that he only had time to scream.

"Second-rate swordsmanship!"

The half-moon shaped sword energy is right in front of you.

In an instant, the old man in black, Mao Weng, was split in half, including the spear in his hand.

Blood splatters.

The two halves of the body fell to the ground.

All this happened so fast, and the battle was over before anyone else in the carriage could react.

Only Lao Ma witnessed this scene and was stunned.

Chen Xinzhu's expression remained unchanged and he put his sword back into its sheath.

He got on the carriage again and said to the old horse with his mouth wide open.

"Uncle Ma, let's go."

When the old horse heard this, he instinctively waved the whip in his hand.

Snap!
Chapter completed!