"Oh? It turned out to be a doppelganger? Very ingenious skill. However, little girl, you don't have to hope for it, this teenager can't live today. When the old man heard Tina's words, he noticed Tina's situation, although he was a little curious, but he didn't mean to explore.

Ax didn't pay attention to the old man, but smiled at Tina and said: "Don't worry, my life is hard, I can't be kept here, if I encounter a small situation, I will die once, and my body will turn into dry bones." After Ax finished speaking, he waved his hand nonchalantly, not taking the old man's assertion to heart at all.

"How about we make a bet, old man, if I can't get out today, then I don't say anything, but, if I'm okay, how about you tell me the outcome of what Azir told you to predict when you were dying?" Aix asked as he walked up to the old man, with an inexplicably shy smile.

Seeing the smile of the little fox like Aix, the old man was a little undecided, according to his understanding, Ax had no chance to escape, so he could only stay here to bury himself, but the old man always had a hunch that this young man had full confidence and believed that he was fine.

"Hey, hey, don't pretend to be dumb, hurry up and speak, do you agree or not, after a while, the ascension ceremony will be over, but you won't be able to gamble." Aix urged anxiously, like a small gambler who had lost a red eye, looking forward to the start of a round that had been pressed down.

"Well, I promise you, I want to see how you get out alive." The old man finally made a decision and agreed to Aix's bet.

The game began, and there was silence in the huge tomb, and none of the three said a word, all waiting for the end of the ceremony.

At the top of the Temple of the Sun, the battle continued, and the confrontation between the old man of the Storm Plains and Azir did not last long, and the old man couldn't help but make a move, and the old man's fighting style was completely different from his shriveled figure, and at the beginning of the battle, the whole person seemed to disappear into the wind.

"Something interesting." Azir muttered to himself, but, it was only a little interesting, Azir just glanced at it, and no longer paid attention, as the emperor of Shurima, of course, he didn't have to do everything himself, for the previous silver wolf knight Moody, Azir didn't let others do it because of his appreciation, but, for this old man, Azir can be said to be not interested at all.

"Arrogance." The old man's angry roar came from the wind, and when the roar came out, it was still far from where Azir was standing, but when the sound fell, a scimitar appeared next to Azir, this scimitar was completely different from the silver wolf knight Moody, if Moody's scimitar was a warrior's weapon, then, the scimitar that appeared at this time was more like a nobleman's table knife at the table.

As the scimitar slashed at Azir, he didn't even look back, as if something interesting in the distance caught his eye.

The scimitar did not hesitate any longer and stabbed at Azir's back, but when he was still about a meter away from Azir's back, a wall of sand appeared on the ground, and then a priest who had been standing in the corner of the Temple of the Sun walked over.

This sacrifice has always been at the top of the temple, but Azir has always attracted everyone's attention, making the presence of this sacrifice very weak, but now he has blocked the old man's attack, so that the old man knows that this sacrifice is definitely not an ordinary sacrifice.

"Just because you want to stop the old man?" The old man's voice was heard again in the wind, this time with the anger of being slighted, and then he immediately turned around and rushed towards the sacrifice.

The sacrifice didn't seem to take the old man to heart, just as an ordinary opponent, not even an opponent, just an object of discussion.

In the face of the elusive scimitar of the old man, the sacrifice always responds to all changes with the same, and every time the scimitar is slashed, a yellow sand always appears in front of the scimitar, blocking the scimitar.

Once or twice may be a coincidence, but, after more than a dozen knives, the old man was stopped every time he sneaked up, so that the old man no longer dared to underestimate this sacrifice that looked a little wooden.

The old man's knife speed is getting faster and faster, but the sacrificial yellow sand is still not leaking, around Azir, the yellow sand and scimitar are ghostly, but they can't enter Azir's body within a meter at all.

Eventually, it seemed that Azir had grown impatient, and was tired of the flies around him, and said, "Kill it, the real enemy is coming." ”

"Yes." The priest nodded slightly, and the old man hidden in the wind immediately felt a great crisis.

The yellow sand, which was originally just a defense, suddenly became active, no longer just forming a sand shield like before, but began to transform into a sand spear, stabbing at random in the air, and every time the sacrificial control sand spear stabbed forward, it would make the scimitar in the air pause, and this pause was getting longer and longer.

Finally, after the sand spear stabbed forward again, the tip of the sand spear was dyed red, which was the blood of the old man. Moreover, there was a muffled snort in the air, and it was obvious that the old man of the Storm Plains had been injured.

"Is this your [Wind Slash]? That's it. The priest spoke for the first time, and then, with his right hand stretched forward, grabbed the sand spear, and actually planned to step forward in hand-to-hand combat, this time, the priest's face showed a crazy color, and there was no previous sacred solemnity at all, not at all like a sacrifice, but more like a butcher, a butcher who kills like hemp.

"Boy, it's not your turn to comment on the strength of the old man." The sound in the wind was full of anger.

"It's no use barking, old dog, this is your burial place today." The priest held the sand spear in his hand and stabbed it into the air, and after stabbing it, it immediately swept across, and the sand spear suddenly became bent, as if it had hit something, and then quickly returned to its original shape.

After hitting the old man in the Storm Plains, the sacrifice did not pause, and chased in the direction where the old man was swept away, even if he couldn't see it, with experience, the sacrifice could clearly know where the old man fell. However, just after taking a few steps, the priest suddenly stopped, and even slid on the ground for a few meters due to the strong momentum before stopping.

"Boy, give me death." The old man's voice came from the wind, but this time there was no anger, but more like a gentle murmur, if you don't listen carefully, it's easy to mix in the wind and make people ignore it, but the sacrifice obviously heard it, so he forcibly stopped.