The three killers had already swung the long knives in their hands towards Zhao Xiu's neck, and the three long knives were enough to cut off Zhao Xiu's entire neck.

There was too much blood left on Zhao Xiu's body, and his consciousness had become blurred, and he closed his eyes and waited for the end of his life without a trace of fear.

At the moment when the three long knives were about to cut off Zhao Xiu's neck, a black glove blocked the blades of the three long knives. It was a black glove, and the glove was on the hand of a man in a black robe, who was not tall and had a black mask on his face.

The mask on the black-robed man's face was engraved with a human face, and that human face had no expression, as if he had become numb. There were many strange lines carved on his dark face, like the wrinkles on the old man's face, and like runes from hell. A striped road is connected into a whole pattern, as if a pattern is carved on the face, which is extremely terrifying!

The black-robed man saved Zhao Xiu at the last moment when he was about to be killed. No one could tell where he came from, but as soon as he appeared, it was as if death had descended.

The black-robed man had no weapon in his hand, and although he had a long scythe hanging from his back, he hadn't removed it. As if it wasn't needed at all.

It is also true, the black-robed man only used the gloves on his two hands as weapons, and ended the lives of more than a dozen killers in the alley.

The black-robed man wears special silk gloves on his hands, which are invulnerable, invulnerable, and invulnerable.

The alley was full of killers, and the long knives in their hands were raised above their heads, just waiting for the person in front of them to fall, and then they rushed up and slashed the long knives in their hands on the black-robed man and Zhao Xiu's bodies.

The killers in the alley rushed forward one after another, even if they knew that they would only die if they rushed up.

The black-robed body was so fast that it was impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye, and he was walking around Zhao Xiu, smashing the heads of the killers at the same time, and the red and white * swayed in the air, and the fishy smell was disgusting.

A killer who had just rushed up had already slashed the long knife at a distance of less than a finger from Zhao Xiu, and he could immediately cut off Zhao Xiu's head.

The long knife in his hand had been swung down, and the image of blood flying did not appear, and when he just found that the knife in his hand had broken a large section, his consciousness instantly disappeared from his mind.

His head was dented by a black palm, and his two eyes were like swords off the string, and they slammed into the black-robed man's mask with scarlet flesh.

White with dark eyes, the bullet was shattered on the mask, and the dark devil's mask was filled with a trace of blood.

The black-robed man forcibly killed dozens of well-trained killers with the power of one person, and it turned out to be like a unilateral massacre. The black-robed man was an emotionless killing machine, agile and used the fastest method to slaughter anyone who approached Zhao Xiu.

The corpse lying next to Zhao Xiu had formed a human wall, Zhao Xiu was so tired that he fainted, he lay in the pile of dead people, like dozens of headless people around him, lying there quietly, motionless.

Hot blood flowed all over Zhao Xiu's body, steaming hot, floating in the air in the alley.

The momentum of the killer's forward charge gradually waned, as they were horrified to find that the grim-reaper-like black-robed man in front of them seemed to be tireless at all, and with each step they took forward, they clearly felt that the height under their feet had increased a little.

With each step forward, there was another corpse under his feet.

In their eyes, it seems that the black-robed man in front of him is tireless and emotionless, like an abyss that will never be filled.

Faced with this black-robed man who had just returned from hell, they felt hopeless.

The strength in the black-robed man's hand not only did not weaken, but became stronger and faster.

The big black hand that seemed to be slow swung at the killer with the black veil again, I don't know if the killer didn't want to hide, or couldn't dodge. The black palm slapped steadily on the man's right cheek as if it had magical power, and then a red column of blood erupted from his left ear.

Such a scene has appeared countless times, and the black-robed man's hand has not hit the air once, and every palm down, accompanied by a smashed skull falling to the ground.

The black-robed man single-handedly smashed the heads of more than 30 people in this narrow alley.

The walls on both sides of the alley were stained red with blood, and the blood walls about six feet long were covered with white*, and the killers behind them didn't dare to look at the white* that was still hanging on the wall.

But the fear in their hearts has already been deeply imprinted in their hearts.

Before he rushed to the black-robed man, his stomach was already overturning, and he had no strength.

The black-robed man did not change at all, and his movements were still the same, ruthless, and poisonous.

At this time, there were only about twenty killers in brown cloth left in the alley, and their movements had begun to slow down, from the murderous aura at the beginning to the fear now.

"Ah, get out of the way!" Suddenly, there was a shout, and the situation in the alley changed.

A strong man, also wearing a black power suit, brandished a long knife and rushed towards the black-robed man.

The killers in the alley kept retreating to both ends, followed by the sound of long knives swinging through the wind.

The big man in the black power suit and the slightly short black-robed man were entangled together, the big man was the leader of the killer group, and the long knife in his hand was constantly waving, slashing faster and faster, and gradually gaining the upper hand.

The figure of the black-robed man was completely shrouded in the light of the knife, and there was nowhere to hide, so he could only use his two hands to take a knife from the black-clothed man.

"Hiss, silk" The silk gloves and the long knife in the hands of the black-robed man were matched together, and golden sparks were emitted.

The black-robed man hurriedly retreated, although his two hands were not injured, but they were numb by the big knife in the big man's hand, and for a while, the black-robed man fell behind and retreated to Zhao Xiu's side.

The big man seized the opportunity and pressed forward, but the black-robed man moved faster. With his backhand, he pulled out the scythe tied to his back and quickly slashed at the big man.

The crooked scythe slid from mid-air like a black lightning bolt. Dahan was obviously taken aback, and hurriedly waved his knife to resist.

But the black-robed figure turned, retracted the knife, and drew horizontally. The big man in black hurriedly stepped back, but the long scythe still cut through the big man's clothes, almost cutting his intestines.

Both of them stood in place, with the same feeling in their hearts, a feeling of unsteadiness.

The black-robed man stood quietly in front of Zhao Xiu with the Death Scythe in his hand, and the black-robed man held the knife in one hand and looked at the black-robed man in the middle of the alley.

The big man in black only stopped for a short time, then rushed forward with his knife again, and the two of them fought together. If you want to say that the black-robed man was downwind with his empty hands just now, then at this time, he is holding the scythe of death, it is really like a demon descending into the world, and death is coming.