Chapter 161 Dead Ghost

"This..." Fu Qinghong fell silent.

If the first time was good luck, the fact that the second time they had figured out the opponent's trap meant they truly had real skill.

"Set up a formation again, this time following Zhang Xuan's..."

This thought didn't trouble her for long as Fu Qinghong shouted loudly.

Right or wrong, first try it.

"Okay!" Everyone nodded at the same time.

"Now you realize, but it's already too late..." Mo Baiye raised an eyebrow, not giving them the chance to set up their formation, he strode forward, his Mo Dao waved like the wind, chopping down over their heads.

Fu Qinghong startled, hurriedly took her whip to block; though the handle was also forged from fine steel, it couldn't withstand the unleashed Mo Dao.

"Crash!" In an instant, the handle split in two, the remaining saber qi continued forward, striking Fu Qinghong's chest.