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Cohen was armed with a sharp weapon, attacking frantically, and his mouth was constantly cursing, obviously angry to the extreme.

Even if it was blocked with a black hoop stick, the cold aura that could kill people would force in front of him, making Wei Wuji have to retreat.

The United States was founded less than 300 years ago, and there are few myths and legends, and the only ones are literary creations of later generations, or passed down from other countries.

Most of the resources that Cohen received as he grew up must have come from death.

The Grim Reaper kept saying that he was fair to all ten candidates, but now it seems that it was nothing more than a lie.

Damn the Grim Reaper!

Wei Wuji cursed to himself, increasing his speed to the extreme, leaping from one mountain to another.

Cohen's speed was a little short, and although he chased after him quickly, Wei Wuji could still see the weapon in his hand clearly.

It was a scythe.

Half a head taller than Cohen, the scythe is cold, and very sharp.

Death's Scythe.

Wei Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, the most precious thing of the Grim Reaper was actually given to Cohen, which shows the importance of Cohen to the Reaper.

Cohen, armed with the Scythe of Death, is extremely dangerous.

But what is more dangerous is the Grim Reaper in the shadows, once he sees that Cohen is invincible, or his life is in danger, he is afraid that the Grim Reaper will strike.

No matter how worried Niu Tingting is at this moment, she must first solve the crisis in front of her, and only by living can she see her relatives and friends again and protect them.

The scythe of the god of death is not just as simple as being sharp, every time it strikes, the dead air that is exuded, braving the cold, spreads around, and is more sharp and terrifying than the scythe.

"How? I didn't expect it, hahaha......"

Cohen was extremely proud when he saw Wei Wuji discover the Grim Reaper's scythe.

This scythe, originally sold in the Grim Reaper Mall, sold for tens of billions of stygian coins, and it seemed that he was about to save enough stygian coins, but the Grim Reaper gave it to Cohen, and the anger in Wei Wuji's heart can be imagined.

Wei Wuji could see that Cohen wanted to solve it quickly, and he was more anxious than him, because the crack on Cohen's head could not heal with his self-healing ability.

Every time he exerted force, blood would seep out, and the blood that kept flowing out greatly consumed his life.

The battle has been unprofitable for a long time, and Cohen knows this very well, so he is able to fight quickly, vowing to use the Death Scythe to harvest Wei Wuji's head.

Wei Wuji saw Cohen's intentions, and made the black hoop stick thin and long, hiding in the distance, like pounding garlic, and quickly pounded at Cohen.

Cohen tried his best, but he couldn't get close to Wei Wuji, his head couldn't help but be as big as a fight, and his eyes turned quickly, thinking about what to do.

He wasn't sure if the Grim Reaper would help, after all, the Grim Reaper could give him the scythe, which was already the best treatment.

If this is the case, he will not be able to kill Wei Wuji, but he is afraid that in the heart of the god of death, he will become a waste-like existence.

However, he knew very well in his heart that there was one thing that the god of death would never agree to, that is, let a Shenzhou person inherit the throne of the god of death.

The combat power of the Grim Reaper may not be comparable with the immortals of other countries, but the significance of the Grim Reaper to the United States is self-evident.

Relying on the power of death, you can control everything in the United States.

The current Grim Reaper was originally a native of the United States, and by chance, he took over the cause of Death.

If Cohen were to die in battle, and the Grim Reaper was dying, and there was no time to choose a successor, Cohen felt that the Grim Reaper would most likely come to his aid.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but increase my confidence, the sickle in my hand danced quickly, and I couldn't see the real body clearly, only the cold light flickered, and the dead air swept around.

Mountains and forests were destroyed, the earth was shattered, the sky was gray, and the shadow of death hung everywhere.

Although Cohen's attack was fierce, Wei Wuji could clearly feel that Cohen's strength was weakening, his speed was slowing down, and as long as he persevered, Cohen would be exhausted.

What he was most worried about at the moment was the Grim Reaper who was peeping in the dark.

If at a critical moment, the Grim Reaper makes a sneak attack, the consequences will be unimaginable.

There is only one way to turn the situation around, and that is to strike suddenly and kill Cohen with a single blow before he runs out of strength.

Kill Cohen, and I think the Grim Reaper won't strike again.

And when Cohen shows absolute combat power, the Grim Reaper will most likely not make a move, and if you want to cultivate and sharpen a new successor, you can't help the successor because of the slightest setback.

Although the remnant soul of the war demon is not there, the power that can burst out by injecting power into the black hoop is still terrifying.

Now Cohen's head is cracked, King Kong's incorruptible body is broken, and if you do it again, there is a possibility that Cohen will be blown up.

There is only one chance, and you can't rush forward, and once you fail, causing the Grim Reaper to make a move, the situation will be even more dangerous.

The Baby Slasher has been tried just now, although it can't break through Cohen's vajra body, but if you use it again at this moment, it will have a miraculous effect if you cut it through that rift.

But whether it can be killed with a single knife or not, it is impossible to budget.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way left, which can suddenly exert force and kill Cohen.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuji immediately took action, knowing that if he delayed any longer, when Cohen's vitality was consumed to a certain point, the Grim Reaper was very likely to make a move.

"Cohen, you can't even tell where I am, and you still want to kill me?"

As he spoke to stimulate Cohen, Wei Wuji's body moved, and on the other side, another one appeared.

Cohen's pupils dilated, how could Wei Wuji, who was so good, become two, is it a phantom?

Then he saw the third Wei Wuji.

The three Wei Wuji, divided into three parties, with the same smile on their faces, and the aura on their bodies are all very powerful, even with the eyes of prediction, they can't tell the truth from the fake.

Cohen didn't dare to rush forward and stopped in place, only to feel that no matter which one he attacked, once he misjudged, the real Wei Wuji would be enough to give him a fatal blow.

The best strategy is to stand still and adapt to change.

But he never dreamed that the three Wei Wuji would move at the same time.

And the speed is similar, faster than lightning, and when he pounces, three baby slashing knives phantom slash at him at the same time.

The knife pierced the void, and the buzz was piercing.

Cohen laughed, and the death scythe in his hand spun suddenly, and in the clanging sound, the approaching knife shadows were scattered one after another.

"Die."

The shadow of the sword had just dispersed, and Wei Wuji was already behind Cohen.

The sound was like thunder, and Cohen's ear drum was buzzing.

Cohen reacted extremely quickly, and the scythe slashed backwards, cutting Wei Wuji's waist in a single stroke.

Wei Wuji, who was cut in half, was laughing instead.

Cohen had an ominous premonition.

A second Wei Wuji appeared behind him, slapping his palm on the door of his head.

At this moment, Cohen still had the strength to spare, and with a turn of the scythe, he cut that Wei Wuji in half.

Cohen shuddered and suddenly felt movement above his head, and when he looked up, the third Wei Wuji, with the green dragon and the phoenix phantom in his hands, smashed down on the top of his head.

Seeing Wei Wuji like this, Cohen was overjoyed, attacking from the top of his head, just in time to cut off his head with a scythe.

Wei Wuji's eyes widened, and when he saw the sickle cutting at him, instead of being afraid, his eyes were full of determination.

Qiang.

The scythe slashed upwards, and when it reached Wei Wuji's hand, there was a sound of metal striking.

The cold light condensed by the dead qi smashed towards Wei Wuji like a tide, and turned Wei Wuji's face as white as snow.

In his palm, the green dragon roared, and the phoenix roared.

A jet-black rod appeared.

It was the black hoop rod that blocked the scythe and pressed the scythe downward.

Cohen held the Death Scythe in both hands, and felt that his arms were bearing the force of the sky's fall, and as his legs trembled, then his body, then his arms.

Wei Wuji gritted his teeth, desperately trying to press the scythe back, with the sharpness of the Death Scythe, he would definitely be able to break through Cohen's body.

That's his strategy. (To be continued.) )