The Willow Leaf Flying Knife was thrown, and the man felt confident in his heart.
The flying knives all followed one after the other, slow in front and fast in the rear, seemingly aiming for the neck, but they were all feints.
When close, the rear knife would strike the front knife, causing it to change direction and aim for the heart.
He had practiced this exquisite technique for a long time.
Unexpectedly, under today's pressure, it succeeded directly.
However, he immediately widened his eyes.
Four flying knives whistled out, and as they approached the enemy, a sudden gust of ghostly wind rose, and the knives stopped mid-air.
"Hee hee, ha ha..."
A strange laugh came from the darkness.
On the snowy ground, dense footprints appeared at some unknown time.
Black mist surged, and five little ghosts with green skins and red hair appeared. They juggled the Willow Leaf Flying Knives in their hands as if performing a show.
"Ghosts... ghosts!"
