The whole network is eating me and the CP of the e-sports wild king

"Isn't your blood invulnerable to all poisons?" Xi Chen was slightly puzzled.

Liao Chen's eyebrows were lowered, and the tails of his eyes were red. He no longer played with him in the usual way, but became stern and cold. The black eyeliner was no longer flirtatious, but dark and evil.

Jiang Ci also raised his eyebrows slightly, explaining: "Liao Chen's blood can protect the white tiger from toxins, but paralyzing factors are the easiest to penetrate into the nervous system, which cannot be removed by any blood."

Jiang Ci's complexion also began to become dignified, and he looked at the owner of the golden eagle on the opposite side. The cloak and mask completely covered him, making it difficult for people to spy and very mysterious.

"It seems that I met an expert."

"He must have known something, that's why he put paralytics on the golden eagle's claws."

This can't be said to be vicious, but the height of the devil is one foot high.

Prejudged their predictions.

They knew that the white tiger could not defeat the golden eagle in the air, and he also knew that the golden eagle could not defeat the white tiger on the ground.

They wanted the golden eagle to fall to the ground, and he also wanted the white tiger to lose its threat on the ground.

Liao Chen clenched his back molars tightly and clutched the iron net tightly. The veins on the back of his hands were piled up, which was terrifying.

The white tiger gradually lost to the golden eagle's attack, and the whole body was covered with infiltrating claw marks, which seemed to scratch Liao Chen's heart. After all, it was a pet that had been cultivated for three years and had feelings.

It is not allowed to make loud commands on the arena, nor can it analyze the situation and battle strategies for these low-level creatures. It can only be seen to what extent they can achieve psychic skills under the training of their masters.

Suddenly, Liao Chen's lips parted slightly, and his voice uttered a strange language that was incomprehensible.

But when it was passed into the white tiger's ears, it was a moving movement, which could stimulate its nerve center and barely dilute the coma caused by the paralysis.

Because of the influence of paralytics before, the current white tiger is still half lying on the ground, trying to fight against the golden eagle with his reason.

Under the signal of its owner's eyes, the golden eagle saw the opportunity and prepared to dive from a height of tens of meters. Using the acceleration force of the dive to maximize its own damage, it slammed sharply towards the white tiger's neck. one claw.

The white tiger sensed the danger and wanted to dodge it, but the speed was too slow. In the end, the golden eagle scratched its paw severely. The back of the neck immediately saw flesh and blood, and the red meat under the fur turned out. Faintly see.

At this time, Liao Chen's hand was tightly gripping the iron net, and his original wound was soaked with white gauze, showing bright red. The pet he raised was the most distressing to him.

The hostility on Liao Chen's body was getting heavier and heavier, his lowered eyebrows revealed bloodlust, and he looked at the owner of the golden eagle opposite him from a distance, no one would lose to the other.

but!
Liao Chen was born to be the king of the arena, do you want to beat him?
dream!

On the iron net, the man's blood trickled down bit by bit, and slowly flowed onto the stage.

Delicious blood is also a kind of booster, the white tiger likes this taste the most, it is the taste of its own master, and it arouses its original nature.

Since it was an adult, it had fought with Liao Chen, and that kind of life-and-death struggle made it excited and made it crazy.

Xiaobai's will gradually recovered a little bit, and he stood up straight with his sharp canine teeth bared, his black eyes fixed on the golden eagle flying in the air.

When the golden eagle was about to swoop down again, the white tiger exerted force on its hind legs, jumped up quickly, and went straight towards it. With the advantage of its size, a tiger claw slapped it on the competition stage.

The golden eagle struggled to stand up with trembling wings, and when it was about to fly back into the air, the white tiger's claws greeted it one after another, slapping it hard on the head again and again.

In terms of strength, the golden eagle cannot stand against the white tiger.

But if on.
The golden eagle was not one to admit defeat, and struggled hard in the white tiger's claws. Finally, at a moment of panic, when the golden eagle was free and flew up again, its extremely sharp claws savagely hooked the white tiger's eyeballs.

The battle strength of the white tiger that lost half of its sight was halved, and the golden eagle took advantage of the victory to pursue and launch the final attack.