Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

Su Lin swung forward with all his strength, and his divine power condensed into a powerful impact. Qi Sui couldn't help but take two steps back.

The swords were drawn and the arrogance was raging.

The people around him were frightened by the two conflicting forces, and they all retreated for fear of being harmed.

For a moment, two figures, one golden and one white, faced each other on the temple. Everyone held their breaths and did not dare to breathe.

Qi Sui curled his lips, still in the same lazy posture, and glanced at the other party and all the gods.

Her voice was gentle, but very cold, "Are the people in the God Realm blind, so they chose you to be the God of War? What qualifications do you have?"

"What did you say!"

As soon as Qi Sui spoke out, Su Lin was immediately angered. He would not allow anyone to slight him and would fight hard if he came forward.

As a result, Qi Sui ducked sideways and pulled out a sword from the man's waist while the man was not paying attention.

Turning upward, he resisted Su Lin's murderous intention.

Su Lin gritted his teeth and stared into his eyes, "Qisui, you owe the world of gods, and even more to all living beings in the world! You are no longer worthy of being the God of War!"

"Then do you think that because you beat me, you can justifiably take on this title? Do you deserve it?"

"Uh!"

The voice of the person in front of him was determined, and the sword blade suddenly ignited with fierce ice. The blade grazed the young man's neck, leaving a bright blood mark.

Su Lin was stunned for a moment. Qi Sui appeared in front of him instantly and hit his jaw with a fist. The pain spread and he staggered several steps.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

Qi Sui said coldly, raised his sword and rushed forward quickly. Two figures, one golden and one white, quickly shuttled through the temple, blood splashing as the swords clashed.

"What should I do, what should I do...Looking at this posture, Su Lin can't really be Qi Sui's opponent, right? How could this be?"

"This is not nonsense! They are about the same age, but Su Lin was just an unknown soldier during those years when Qi Sui went to the battlefield. If the God Emperor was not his uncle, how could he..."

"Bah! What are you talking about! Su Lin is not bad either. If he had not quelled the demonic rebellion in southern Xinjiang before, he shouldn't be any worse..."

In fact, they were very unsure.

Qi Sui is a god of nature. In terms of talent alone, Su Lin is definitely no match for him.

Not to mention that when Qi Sui rose to fame on the battlefield, Su Lin was just an ordinary god in the God Realm.

Later, when he entered the army, he never achieved much, so what could he do with just his passion?

The soldiers of the gods did not recognize his title of "God of War", and the people of Li regarded him as a joke, not even a substitute.

If the God Emperor hadn't focused on promoting him, where would Su Lin be today?

Just when the gods were anxious and uneasy, their breath stagnated in the air. As expected, a golden figure fell and hit the ground hard.

Splashing dust filled the sky, Su Lin coughed, covered his chest, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Qi Sui dropped the sword in his hand beside him. His white shirt was clean except for a rip on his arm that he accidentally made.

He looked at the young man condescendingly, his obscure eyes devoid of any emotion, "I said, you can't beat me. If you don't fight the God of War, you won't beat me by your so-called victory."

"I don't care about the title of God of War, nor do I care about this position. If you like it, it doesn't matter."

Su Lin's mouth was filled with sweetness, and he was breathing heavily. A sense of humiliation grew in his heart, but the reality told him this cruel fact.

The words Qi Sui said in his ears rang in his mind again——

"Su Lin, you are too self-righteous."

"Don't talk about protecting the world, you can't even defeat me. How do you qualify for this title? Even though you have been on several battlefields, you are still the king in the army! Or you have some other shady relationship!"

"There has not been a major battle in the God Realm for ten thousand years. In my opinion, you are not even as good as the most ordinary leader in the army!"

Su Lin's throat tightened, and he looked back at the disappointed eyes of the man at the top of the temple, as if someone had punched him hard on the back of his head.

The blow made him dizzy and bitter.

Qi Sui looked straight ahead and said loudly: "It seems that the new God of War in the God Realm is not capable of helping me get Qing Yun. Who else do you want to send to get it?"

This sentence is completely provocative.

The God Emperor's face was ugly, his fingers on the seat tightened, and he said calmly: "In that case, go and get it yourself."

"it is good."

Qi Sui smiled, turned around and his smile disappeared instantly. He used his strength to fly up into the air and stretched out his hand to grab the Qingyun Sword.

The moment he grabbed the hilt of the sword, a rope was wrapped around his waist, and the young man's eyes widened instantly.

As soon as he realized what he was doing, he was thrown heavily to the ground!

Qi Sui gasped, his body aching, and he heard the God Emperor's loud voice pronouncing his verdict.

"Qisui, the sins you committed back then were heinous! How many people in the God Realm died at your hands! How dare you come back now!"

"Do you think it's even if it's even? Now that you're back, you have to pay for everything you've done!"

"Since you can't die, then I will imprison you in the endless hell, where you will be tempered by will-o'-the-wisps every day. Life is worse than death."

The moment he received the order, Qi Suishang was bound by the divine rope, and the gods cast spells to suppress him, causing pain deep into his internal organs.

On the temple, the boy screamed in pain, his soul seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and his body shook violently.

The ropes tied around his body were strangled tightly. Every time he struggled, the hammer would crack his bones, causing him to fall into an endless sea of ​​misery.

The screams of pain almost pierced people's eardrums.

When the God Emperor saw this, his previously tightened heart finally relaxed.

He said softly: "Qisui, don't blame me. I am doing it for the gods and the common people. You should not have been resurrected. If you had not been resurrected, you would not be here today."

"You shouldn't go back to the God Realm again..."

There was a loud cry, and the phantom of the snow-capped mountains appeared again outside the Shangqing Temple, and the broken mountains merged into one.

The ground is turbulent, and you can seem to hear people fleeing!

"what happened!"

"Snow Mountain, it's Snow Mountain, he appears again!!"

At this time, the boy who was suppressed on the ground suddenly stood up, holding the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

Crazy laughter echoed throughout the Shangqing Temple, "Okay, let's do this trick again. I'm tired of it, aren't you tired of it yet?"

The gods looked at each other, with cold sweat breaking out from behind, "What's going on? I can't suppress it anymore!"

"God Emperor, God Emperor!"

The young man who was still struggling at first seemed to have come back to his senses.

No matter how hard they suppressed him, or cast spells on him to leave dazzling bloodstains, they could never stop him from moving forward.