A fight, which lasts no more than thirty seconds, is really between lightning and flint, and the winner is divided. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And this fighting style is exclusive to the imperial civilization that cultivates the superstring furnace system.

One move divides the winner and loses the life.

Then, the first set of signal sources finally made contact with the fourth signal tower, and a somewhat distorted, but roughly distinguishable projection appeared.

"This is the fourth signal tower, this is the fourth signal tower! The frequency hopping distortion rate is less than 30%, and you can make contact! Please let me know who you are! ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, the first set of signal sources is successfully installed, and even if something happens, everyone has more or less a place to live.

"All the leaders of the Eastern District, the first set of signal sources has been successfully installed! Operation Code Name - Pioneer! ”

Xin Du Niang spoke, and the momentum was compelling.

When the people over there heard this, they were silent for a few seconds, and then a somewhat low voice came out: "I wish you all the best." ”

"All the best."

This conversation, which spreads in the sand, will be recorded, or it will become the opening sentence of his triumphal victory, or it may become a tribute to a group of pioneers.

Sikong squinted, looking at this group of stars with quiet expressions, their bodies standing as tall as peaks, and no longer the slightest bit of gangsterism, his heart was a little complicated.

If it weren't for the ill-fated fate and the destruction of their families, why did they fall to the Star Bandits.

Without the way the empire recognizes, even the contemporary poisonous wolves have to lurk in the city in fear in order to buy a roast duck, like a lost dog, panicking all day long.

Of course, Sikong did not have the slightest sympathy.

The word sympathy is a great luxury for today's Sikong, and his experience is no better than theirs.

Everyone nodded, cleaned up their mood, and hurried to the next more stable installation point in the space.

"Be careful."

Xin Du Niang looked at Sikong deeply, carefully instructed, Sikong nodded calmly: "I'm here, the signal source is fine." ”

The importance of the first set of signal sources goes without saying, but Sikong's commitment is somewhat intriguing.

At? If you encounter an unavoidable mortal danger and run away, you will not be there.

The same fulfills the promise.

Xin Du Niang didn't know whether she heard Sikong's wit, or she relied on it, she was not afraid of accidents, and she didn't say much, she boarded the sand rider, and splashed the sand with a clutch.

"Haha! Brother Sikong, I'm leaving! Oh, that C-class creature is C-03, two ribs are worth a bit, you can peel them off when you have time......"

Wang Meng put on the tactical eyepieces, his tall figure supported the sand rider, said goodbye to Sikong with a smile, and in a few seconds, he disappeared from Sikong's field of vision.

For a moment, there was only one person left, and a group of sources that flashed a specific light.

Sikong took a sip of the spirits, suppressed the intense excitement of the battle, and walked towards C-03, which had been beaten into a sieve by the discrete particle blast gun.

"Tsk, it's cool, but you still have to pay attention to the rationality of using energy levels, which is also ...... What a waste! ”

Sikong groaned inspectively, took out a foldable Pu knife with the length of a small arm from his wristband, and cut it with one knife!

According to the introduction in the data information, Sikong cut along the gap of the C-03 bone, and the Pu knife was extremely sharp, which was repeatedly tempered by high-density metal, and the bone was cut like tofu, without the slightest obscurity.

After shedding a puddle of dark yellow blood, Sikong had two more gray-white bones in the shape of nails, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

This is the raw material that can be used for short-distance information transmission, but if you want to really come in handy, it has to be processed, supplemented by some small components.

Placing the two ribs in the trunk of the sand rider, Sikong Pan sat down next to the signal source, took a sip of the spirits, and recalled the fusion between the shy walk and the hundred burst punch during the battle.

It's not so much a fusion as a mutation.

A mutation due to the Eye of Origin.

It seems that in addition to the origin of the evolution of martial arts, and the consciousness of martial arts that can be fed back after Dacheng, there is also the magic of turning parts into a whole and dominating all martial arts.

It's a pity that these still need to be further explored.

Sikong looked up, and saw that there was a long stretch of yellow sand everywhere, and a little far away were rolling hills, which were also made of all the yellow sand, here was the world of yellow sand, the ocean of yellow sand, and the continuous yellow sand was connected with the sky, and I couldn't imagine where was the end of the sand.

While being vigilant, Sikong recalled the past bit by bit like an old cow chewing grain and grass, and learned from experience.

A grain of sand suddenly hit Sikong in the face.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that a hundred meters away, there was a huge thing in the sky on the boring and scorching sand!

A magnificent starry sky giant ship is like a double-handled broken sword, inserted in the yellow sand, only a shallow head emerges, even if most of the hull is buried deep in the ground, just the exposed part is more than 200 meters.

After countless years of vicissitudes, the hull of the giant ship is still bright, full of unique beauty, painted with a strange symbol the size of a fly's head, the symbol is like the surface of the water, and the wind blows and ripples.

Solemn and majestic, unique and strange, Sikong is in front of it, not even an ant, Sikong has also seen the empire's abyss giant ship on Du Hengxing, but the two give Sikong completely different feelings.

The Empire's Abyssal Giant is a naked and undisguised domineering, steel-willed, iron-blooded robe.

And this starry sky giant ship is a little weird, giving people an awe-inspiring sense of piercing.

The value of Sikong Spiritual Domain is extremely high, resulting in an extremely sensitive perception of things, and he always feels that there is something intriguing about this starry sky giant, as if it is ...... A ghost that should have dissipated remained in the world, and it still occupied the body of the yang person.

A hideous hole, starting from the tip of the starry sky giant, penetrates directly into the ground.

Obviously, this starry sky giant ship of electromagnetic civilization was destroyed by someone with one blow, and it was so neat that there was no suspense.

The powerful imperial civilization, even 80,000 years ago, was at its peak.

But Sikong looked at the starry sky giant ship, did not move, and still sat next to the signal source.

Whether it's a mirage or a real moving starry skyship, it's not something that can be touched by today's commonplace.

Wealth is moving, but you also have to have a life to enjoy it.

'Didi ......'

Suddenly, a series of lights flashed, and a green dot was added to the source.

The second set of signal sources is successfully installed.

"Brother Sikong, nothing happened, right?"

A hearty laugh rang out, and Sikong saw a distorted projection light up on the source.

It was Wang Meng.

"The second set of sources is you protecting?" Sikong wondered.

"Hey, what's that, I was injured a little bit on a mission some time ago, and before I could get better, I was taken care of......"

Wang Meng rubbed his face and replied a little honestly, and then he saw the sand behind Sikong.

"Huh?!"

Wang Meng's eyes widened, like a red-hot copper ingot, in disbelief: "This, this, this is the ghost ship?!" ”

"Ghost ship?" Sikong frowned.

saw Wang Meng dancing his arms in excitement, and shouted directly: "Haha! Brother, brother, I really envy your luck! Wait, I'll be right there! ”

With that, the projection distorted for a few seconds before disappearing.

Even if the signal source is successfully planted, it is unlikely that there will be an accident after the first wave of anomalous creatures are removed.

Protect the source, just in case.

Between the two signal sources, it is a safe and smooth road that can distinguish the direction.

But Wang Meng was so concerned about this so-called ghost ship, Sikong always felt that there was something wrong.

Then I contacted Wang Meng's enthusiastic and bold attitude.

"Isn't it ......"