Villain: After I failed, the heroine came after me

Chapter 58: The inheritance of waste is also waste!

Song Que had no idea where this Xue Jing Lun had the confidence to actually admit defeat.

Do you think you are a genius like Hu Qiu Bai, the Holy Son of the Tiger Clan?

Even for such a talented person, there is no way he would admit defeat, let alone you are Xue Jinglun!

"I don't know, you are looking for death!"

Xue Jinglun's face immediately turned cold, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

He kindly asked the other party to voluntarily admit defeat and avoid the physical pain. This guy actually didn't buy it and was so sinister. He was really looking for death.

"I told the truth, is there anything wrong?"

Song Que spread his hands, looking helpless.

It's not your fault, is it still my fault?
Xue Jinglun was extremely dissatisfied and snorted coldly: "There is so much nonsense, I will tell you to shut up today!"

Xue Jinglun roared angrily, stretched out his hands, and a lifelike dragon condensed from behind, just like a real dragon, and the powerful pressure suddenly dispersed.

Song Que frowned slightly, and then took out his long sword. The sword light flashed around his body, and the overwhelming sword intent swept out directly. Every sword intent contained murderous intent, as if it was about to cut down the sky.

bang!
The two magical powers collided directly, and terrifying explosions spread around. Even the formations around the arena shook, as if they were about to break at any time.

But soon the formation shined brightly, and Dao patterns appeared on the formation, and soon the entire arena recovered.

The battle between the two sides was about to break out, and the fighting was extremely fierce. The two were equally powerful and they were inseparable.

"Old Man Song, this genius of your family still has a few tricks up his sleeve. He can be indistinguishable from our Saint Son. He is considered a good prospect, but he will still be defeated in the end."

The strong man from the Snow Clan said with an arrogant look.

It was as if the other party had already seen the result and had the pearl of wisdom in hand.

The strong man from the Song family was speechless for a while after hearing this.

This strong man from the Snow Tribe is just like that Snow King Lun, he doesn’t even know what politeness is?
Why do they feel so superior in front of the Song family?

"Who gave you the confidence to think that Snow View Wheel will definitely win?"

The strong man from the Song family said coldly.

Damn it, those ancient demon tribes don’t dare to say anything to you, that’s because you hugged the dragon tribe’s lap. The dragon tribe is extremely powerful among the demon tribes, and the Song family doesn’t accept this trick.

If you want to show off your power in front of the Song family, just dream.

"Then the Holy Son of our Snow Clan is naturally more powerful. You don't have to feel embarrassed. It's normal to lose at the hands of our Holy Son."

The strong man from the Snow Clan sneered.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't, it would be a shame if you really lose!"

"We, the genius of the Song family, can lose to anyone, but we cannot lose to you, the Holy Son of the Snow Clan."

The strong man from the Song family said hurriedly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Of course that's the literal meaning. I wonder if you beasts can't even understand what they're saying?"

The strong man from the Song family said unceremoniously: "Who doesn't know that your Holy Son of the Snow Clan is the weakest among the Demon Clan's geniuses, and the one who is most likely to lose among them? How embarrassing it would be to lose to your Holy Son. ."

Why can’t these Snow Clan people understand human speech?He made it clear enough.

By the way, strictly speaking, these monsters are not humans!

This is where the truth comes out.

"Haha, Old Ghost Song is always merciless when he speaks, he's just so clear."

"What should I do if I make this old guy cry? He's going to find his father again. You have to bear the anger of their father."

Master Ziyang said angrily.

"Am I still afraid of them? Just come, who is afraid of whom?"

"Those ancient demon clans are afraid of his Father Long, but we, the Song family, are not afraid."

The strong men of the Song family don't care about Tao.

Facing the strange annoyance and ridicule of these two strong human beings, the strong man from the Snow Clan looked increasingly ugly.However, the powerful man from the ancient royal family did not speak and pretended not to see anything.

Because they are also extremely unhappy with the Snow Clan. With their backs to the Dragon Clan, they have been suppressing the Demon Clan and do not take other Demon Clan into consideration.

If the Snow Clan did not have the Dragon Clan as its backer, with the Snow Clan's behavior, many major forces in the Monster Clan would attack the Snow Clan.

Especially those ancient royal families, they probably couldn't bear it anymore.

In their hearts, the Snow Clan is much more hateful than those humans.

There was a roar!

After a fierce battle, the battle came to an end.

The ending was unexpected. No one expected that Song Que and Xue Jinglun fell on the ring at the same time and both fainted.

So this game actually ended in a draw.

This ending is completely acceptable to the human race, as long as they don't lose.

On the side of the demon clan, these geniuses seemed to have eaten Xiang, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"I told you a long time ago that you are just a loser!"

"You can't even defeat such a talented human being, and he is still the Holy Son of the Snow Clan. If you tell me, it will really embarrass the Demon Clan."

Huqiu Bai, the Holy Son of the Tiger Clan, cursed loudly.

In their opinion, Gao Xiaoliang of the Tianyun Sect and Song Que of the Song Family were completely given away points, and it was very easy to win these two games.

Unexpectedly, the battle between the Holy Son of the Snow Clan and Song Que of the Song Family ended in a draw, which they could not accept.

Huqiu Baidu wanted to greet the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the Holy Son of the Snow Clan. He looked like a useless person, and he didn't know why he was so arrogant.

"The Snow Tribe is really useless, the old ones are no good, and the young ones are no good either!"

The Suzaku Saint cursed unceremoniously, and scolded the Snow Clan together.

"Saint Suzaku, what you say is going too far!"

The strong man from the Snow Clan stood up and said coldly.

"Haha, you said you went too far. Where did I go too far?"

"Old guy, shut your stinky mouth, you have no right to speak here!"

"If you talk again, believe it or not, I will kill you, you little bug!"

Before the Suzaku Saint could speak, the strong man from the Suzaku Clan stood up and said coldly.

Not giving any face to the strong men of the Snow Clan.

"you!"

The strong man from the Snow Clan was very angry, but facing this woman from the Suzaku Clan, he swallowed the harsh words he wanted to say.

"You are said to be a waste, but you are still not convinced and don't dare to say a harsh word. What are you if you are not a waste?"

The strong man from the Suzaku tribe seemed to be dissatisfied with his scolding, and cursed again.

Hearing this, the human race all looked at each other and felt strange.

Why is there internal strife in the Monster Clan, and the strong Snow Clan dare not talk back!

"Haha, this old guy naturally doesn't dare to talk back. The genius of the previous generation of human race is fighting against the genius of demon race!"

"It's because this old guy from the Snow Tribe is just like their Holy Son, and he thinks it's useless. As a result, the Monster Tribe lost an important game, and thus the whole game was lost."

"If it weren't for the Dragon Clan, this old guy, he would have died long ago!"

"Speaking of which, this old guy from the Snow Clan is still the Holy Son of the previous generation of their Snow Clan."

"It seems that the generation passed down by waste is also waste!"

Master Ziyang mocked unceremoniously.

(End of this chapter)