One horizontal and one vertical. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Horizontal is the scar cut off by the thin sword.

Vertical is a sword wound cut by a broadsword.

Since there is no tool to measure time, as an alternative, every time the two of them take turns to rest, they will use their weapons to carve such marks on the stone ground around them.

Ziquan used the pure gold sword she carried with her, this weapon was the most suitable weapon for the magic swordsman, and Ziquan, as the leader of the Burial Snow Society, was naturally equipped with the best of this weapon.

And Ge Sheng used the small sword that chased the darkness and was given by the last meeting of the chivalry, as a spiritual weapon of unknown grade, it could be adjusted freely, and at this moment it was restored to the size of normal use by Ge Sheng, which was a broadsword that was more than an arm's length.

The so-called spiritual weapons are all made of inscriptions of extraordinary materials.

For example, Emperor Heaven Disillusionment is the only demigod weapon in the world, and Emperor Heaven is an eight-sided long sword, which would rather be bent than bent. And disillusionment is to immediately scimitar, slashing with the wind and slashing with unparalleled edges.

The dream sword used by Ao Xuehua is a white long sword with no scabbard and no sword grid, so on weekdays, he uses his body as a sheath, and when he comes out of the sword, he is indomitable.

As for Mo Xiaojing's two-handed ice blue giant sword that has never been unsheathed, it is exactly the meticulous shape of the giant sword.

And now, seven horizontal and six vertical, that is, they have been resting here for about seven days.

In those first days, they rested very often, because in this hopeless situation, staying awake was the greatest pain. But with the telling of the story of the two people, the ** of survival gradually improved, and the interval between breaks became longer and longer.

So on the whole, the time that two people have been in this world, plus the initial day, is close to nine days.

That is, the maximum estimated survival time for two people is approaching.

Ge Sheng shook his silver kettle, there was a faint sound of water in it, he handed it to the girl next to him, his voice was hoarse - because of the cherishing of drinking water, the two of them have drunk very little in the past nine days, after all, this is their original three-day share: "I still have a little water here." ”

"Nope." Ziquan shook his head quietly: "Wait until anyone can't hold on." ”

"How long has it been?" Ge Sheng frowned, and he checked each other's food to confirm that only one piece of R. stem remained.

"Normally." Ziquan's fingers gently stroked the seven horizontal and six vertical notches: "Eight days above, nine days are not full." ”

Ge Sheng sighed: "Is this our limit? ”

At this moment, Ziquan, who was just about to answer, stopped his voice: "Did you hear something?" ”

Ge Sheng nodded.

The voice came out suddenly, not loud, but clear.

It was the sound of the waves.

"Why?" Ge Sheng couldn't help asking.

He had never seen the sea, but he had grown up on the shores of that great lake since he was a child, and every evening and early morning, the water of the lake would rise and fall.

And this is a phenomenon that they live on the shore of Shattered Star Lake.

But it is a mortal lake, and it is common sense that there are tides that rise and fall.

This is the world of lava, and outside is a sea of lava.

How can there be a tidal surge in the lava sea?

"Let's take a look." Ziquan said quietly, her dove-gray eyes were faintly calm: "After coming here, I was too scared at first, and then I never went out in this fortress, and I haven't experienced the ocean of this world. ”

As she spoke, she drew her sword on the ground, and with just two swings, the masonry in front of her was smoothly sliced open.

At the beginning of its construction, the fort was not designed as a gateway to the outside world.

But at this moment when the ammunition is exhausted, it makes no difference anywhere to greet death.

"Then take a look." Ge Sheng nodded casually, and he also drew the dark-chasing broadsword from his arm, and followed Purple Spring back to the magma-surrounded island.

Traveling to another world is extremely dangerous and frightening, but how many people have the opportunity to appreciate such a trip.

It's like this ocean of magma, if seen as a source of danger, then an abyss of fear.

But if it is a scenery to enjoy, besides them, who in this world has the opportunity to see and watch.

Ziquan walked out of the relatively comfortable fortress, and the hot wind with strong sulfur vapor from the outside world surged, she wrapped the wet veil on her face, and looked back at Ge Sheng: "Look. ”

Ge Sheng looked at it, and was shocked for a moment.

Yes, high tide.

This sea of magma is actually rising.

The crimson magma on the edge of the rock is bubbling up with sticky bubbles, forming a dull sound on the rock.

And in the distance, that wave after wave is surging, a wave of magma layer after layer.

"Maybe it's going to be dead." Ziquan shook his head and said lightly.

"I don't want to die here yet." Ge Sheng nodded.

Said he didn't want to die, but nodded.

He said he was going to die, but he shook his head.

The one who nods acknowledges fate.

The one who shakes his head denies fate.

Whether admitting it or denying it, they don't want to give in.

"But it's beautiful." Purple Spring looked at the blazing sea that was rising at high tide.

She hadn't said that when she came in.

Because at that time the world was a nightmare of fear, representing death and isolation.

"Yes." Ge Sheng smiled and responded, "It's beautiful." ”

"Such a beautiful place." Ziquan rubbed her head, the blue light still hovering around her, "I don't want to die here." ”

"yes." Ge Sheng nodded, and the darkness in his hand gently drew an arc. "I told you, and I don't want to."

"To live an extra minute and a second is to live." Ziquan said this, raising his hand to cut a rock from his side, and then raised the blade of his sword, so that it blocked the edge in front of him: "Then let's live desperately." ”

"Good proposal." Ge Sheng agreed, so he also swung his broadsword, the spiritual weapon given by the saint, which at the moment emitted a pale golden light, as if it were a burning pillar of fire.

A square rock was cut off and stood in front of it.

It is a ring-shaped fortress that is only designed to fill in the island.

They are fighting to the death, but not to the death.

It's about survival.

Survive with everything you can.

At this time, a sharp chirp pierced the eardrum.

Ziquan looked at the sudden fire in the distance and gently covered his mouth.

"Nope."

Ge Sheng also saw it, and he muttered:

"It's not a rising tide."

The ball of fire that leaped out of the sea of magma had clear limbs.

That's a living being.

"It's a herd." Ziquan bit her chapped lips and made a final judgment.

"That's the world, the flaming beasts."

"They swam across the sea of magma and came to us."

(Short.)

But then there's the high C at the end of this volume.

I'll do my best to write it well.

Also, increasing the number of daily updates is also a priority. ）

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