Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 375 Fighting Cohen

"Damn Chinese people."

Cohen was holding a sharp weapon, attacking frantically, cursing constantly, obviously extremely angry.

Even if he blocked it with a black cudgel, the cold air that could kill would still come to him, forcing Wei Wuji to retreat.

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

As this Cohen grew up, most of the resources he got must have come from the god of death.

The God of Death kept saying that he was fair to the ten candidates, but now it seemed that it was just a lie.

Damn death!
Wei Wuji cursed secretly, increased his speed to the extreme, and fled from one mountain to another.

Cohen was not as fast as he was. Although he chased after him quickly, Wei Wuji could still see the weapon in his hand clearly.

It was a scythe.

It is half a head taller than Cohen, and the sickle blade is cold and very sharp.

Death's scythe.

Wei Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, the most precious thing of the god of death was actually given to Cohen, which shows that Cohen is important to the god of death.

Cohen, holding the Death Scythe, is extremely dangerous.

But what is more dangerous is the dark god of death. Once he sees that Cohen is invincible or his life is in danger, he is afraid that the god of death will make a move.

No matter how worried Niu Tingting is now, she must first resolve the immediate crisis. Only by being alive can she see her relatives and friends again and protect them.

Death's scythe is not just sharp. Every time it strikes, the dead air will spread around in the cold, sharper and more terrifying than the sickle blade.

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

Cohen was very proud to see Wei Wuji discovering the scythe of death.

This scythe was originally sold in the God of Death mall, and it was priced at tens of billions of Ming coins. It was almost time to save enough Ming coins, but the God of death gave it to Cohen. Wei Wuji's anger can be imagined.

Wei Wuji could tell that Cohen was more anxious than him in wanting a quick fight, because the split in Cohen's head could not be healed even with his self-healing ability.

Every time he uses force, there will be blood oozing out, and the blood that keeps flowing out greatly consumes his life.

Long-term battles are fruitless, Cohen is well aware of this, so he fights quickly, vowing to use the death scythe to harvest Wei Wuji's head.

Seeing Cohen's intentions, Wei Wuji made the black cudgel thin and long, hid in the distance, and pounded towards Cohen like garlic.

Cohen tried his best, but couldn't get close to Wei Wuji, his head was as big as a bucket, his eyes rolled quickly, and he was thinking of a way.

He wasn't sure if the god of death would help him, after all, it was the best favor for the god of death to give him the sickle.

If this is the case, he still can't kill Wei Wuji, I'm afraid that in the heart of death, he will become a waste-like existence.

But he knew very well in his heart that there was one thing that the God of Death would never agree to, and that was to let a person from China inherit the position of God of Death.

The God of Reaper's combat power may not be comparable to the gods of other countries, but the significance of God of Reaper to the United States is self-evident.

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

The current god of death was originally a native American, and by chance, he took over the business of the god of death.

If he, Cohen, dies in battle, and the God of Reaper is dying, and there is no time to choose a successor, from this perspective, Cohen feels that the God of Reaper is likely to help.

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

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

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

What worries him the most right now is the Grim Reaper who is peeping in the dark.

If at a critical moment, the god of death makes a sneak attack, the consequences will be disastrous.

There was only one way to turn the situation around, and that was to make a sudden attack before Cohen was exhausted, killing him with one blow.

Killing Cohen, the god of death will not make another move.

And when Cohen showed absolute combat power, the god of death would probably not make a move. To train and sharpen a new successor, one cannot help the successor just because the successor encounters the slightest setback.

Although the remnant soul of the war demon is not there, the power that can be injected into the black hoop is still terrifying.

Now that Cohen's head is cracked and his indestructible body is broken, if he does it again, there is a possibility that Cohen will be blown up.

There is only one chance, so don't rush forward. Once you fail, death will make a move, and the situation will be even more dangerous.

I have tried the baby-cutting knife just now, although it cannot break through Cohen's vajra body, but if I use it again at this moment, it will have a miraculous effect.

But whether it can be killed with a single blow is beyond the budget.

After much deliberation, it seemed that there was only one way left, which was to kill Cohen with a sudden force.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuji immediately took action, knowing that if he continued to delay, when Cohen's vitality was exhausted to a certain extent, the god of death would most likely make a move.

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

When speaking to stimulate Cohen, Wei Wuji moved his body, and another him appeared on the other side.

Cohen's pupils suddenly dilated. How could the well-behaved Wei Wuji become two? Is it a phantom?
Then he saw the third Wei Wuji.

The three Wei Wuji were located in three different places, with the same smile on their faces, and their auras were all so strong that even with a predictive eye, they couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Cohen didn't dare to rush forward, and stayed where he was, feeling that no matter which one he attacked, if he made a mistake in his judgment, the real Wei Wuji would be enough to deal him a fatal blow.

The best strategy is to stand still and stay the same.

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

And the speed is similar, faster than lightning, when pounced, three phantom infantry knives slashed towards him at the same time.

The knife pierced the void, and the hum was ear-piercing.

Cohen smiled, and the death scythe in his hand spun violently. With the clang sound, the shadows of the knives approaching were scattered one after another.

"Go to hell."

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

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

Cohen reacted very quickly, the sickle cut backwards, and with one click, Wei Wuji's waist was severed.

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

Cohen had an ominous premonition.

A second Wei Wuji appeared behind him and slapped him on the forehead.

At this moment, Cohen still had enough strength to turn the sickle, and cut that Wei Wuji in half again.

Cohen trembled all over, suddenly felt a movement above his head, looked up, and saw the third Wei Wuji, with phantoms of green dragon and phoenix in his hands, slammed down on the top of his head.

Seeing Wei Wuji like this, Cohen was overjoyed and attacked from the top of his head, which was just right for him to cut off his head with a scythe.

Wei Wuji's eyes widened, seeing the scythe cutting towards him, not only was he fearless, but there was a sense of determination in his eyes.

Clang.

The sickle cut upwards, and when it reached Wei Wuji's hand, there was a sound of metal hitting.

The condensed cold light of death hit Wei Wuji like a tide, making Wei Wuji's face as pale as snow against the background.

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

A black stick appeared immediately.

It was the black hoop that blocked the sickle and pressed the sickle downward.

Cohen held the death scythe in both hands, and felt that his arms were bearing the force of the sky. As his legs trembled, his body followed, and then his arms.

Wei Wuji clenched his teeth, desperately trying to press back the sickle, with the sharpness of the death sickle, it would surely break Cohen's body.

This is his strategy.

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