Countless droplets of water splashed into the air, blending with the drizzle.

In the droplets, a thin fishing line trembled, and the true qi on it surged, and underneath this fishing line was the lake that had been cut.

It was as if the flow had been cut in half. The current stopped, and even the boats on the lake stopped.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, which is enough to amaze ordinary people, the boatman and woodcutter on the boat still look very indifferent.

"This old man Jiang Weng. The woodcutter was even rubbing the soles of his feet with his hands, looking at the splashes in the sky and saying.

"It's as messy as ever. ”

"Definitely. The boatman pierced the bamboo pole in his hand into the lake and held the boat firmly on the water.

"It's a lot of noise, but it doesn't necessarily make a difference. ”

The boatman briefly commented on this trick, and in his opinion, at least for Li Si, this trick would not be of much use.

And it is true, in the moment when the fishing line was entangled, Li Si had already jumped into the air.

The fishing line followed, like an iron whip sweeping bamboo, swept through the withering and decaying, and the dust flew in the dust, cutting down a piece of the trees behind the mountain path, but it did not hurt Li Si at all.

But seeing that Li Si dodged his first move in the air, Diao Suo did not panic, smiled slightly, and shook the fishing rod in his hand.

The fishing line that was still rolled in mid-air shook for a moment, and then changed direction again, with the sound of the cold wind, winding towards Li Si in the air.

Theoretically, people should not be able to change direction in mid-air.

But Li Si stepped on the splashed water droplets beside him, and the water droplets trembled a few times, and he flew to the side with his strength.

"Brush!" the line cut in front of him, cutting a drop of water in half, making the already scattered splash even more messy.

And behind the splash, Li Si, who had been chuckling, opened his eyes slightly.

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"He'll be fine, right?" On the mountain, Bai Yao'er looked at the old monk beside him and asked hesitantly.

She couldn't see the lake clearly, but she could see the lake split in half and a collapsed forest.

Most of her understanding of the rivers and lakes is the stories of those chivalrous prodigal sons, but she has never seen such a dangerous side of the rivers and lakes.

The people in the rivers and lakes are living a life of adding blood to the knife after all.

"Don't worry, he said that as long as it takes an hour, we will wait for him an hour. ”

The monk folded his hands, closed his eyes, and slowly recited a scripture.

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dotagada Night ······"

The sound of the passage came into the dense place of the rain, and it went away.

The chanting of the monks on the mountain is empty, and the sound of turmoil in the rivers and lakes below the mountain is not endless.

The drizzle and water droplets mixed and fell on the face with a little cold feeling.

Li Si is ready to fight back, no matter how good his temper is, he has no intention of being beaten all the time.

As for how to return, naturally use the hand also.

The fishermen by the lake still sit calmly, pulling the fishing rod in their hands and dancing the fishing line in mid-air.

However, it was when he pulled the rod again.

The figure of Li Si in the fishing line disappeared.

The next moment the water fell, the lake flowed backwards, and the ravine in the middle of the lake was filled in again.

On the surface of the lake where the water splashed like a bead, Li Si's figure appeared there.

The fishing line was still shaking, the fisherman was still smiling, and a drop of transparent water fell from between the two.

The water droplet fell half an inch.

At this time, the fishing rod had not had time to swing, and the faint smile on the face of the fisherman had not had time to sink, but Li Si had already crossed the distance of dozens of meters between the two.

He stretched out a finger and punctured the transparent droplet.

The white fingers carried a small stream of water, passed through the water and the sky, and stopped in front of the fisherman.

The movements of the two paused at the same time.

"Wow!"

After a moment.

In mid-air, all the water fell, the surface of the lake was rippling, and the fishing line hooked on the branch of a tree on one side.

Fisherman sat in place, looking at the finger that had stopped in front of him, his throat moved, and a cold sweat was left on his forehead, which slipped from the tip of his nose.

I don't know if it's rain or water, and the clothes on his back are already soaked.

He had always heard that Li Si's light skills were fast, but knowing that the moment just now, he realized what kind of speed it was.

He is also a master of fame, so he knows that he can see that there is probably nothing in this world that can be faster than Li Si's light skills.

This even includes Dugu's sword, Yan Jinling's knife, and Tang Chong's secret weapon······

Because that's a kind of speed that can't be faster at all.

But is this really possible, can there really be such a fast light skill in this world, or is it that he just saw it wrong?

Diao Su couldn't think about it so much, he could only be glad that Li Si didn't use weapons now, otherwise, he would have died by this time.

"Looks like you didn't catch the fish. Li Si's face returned to a smile and withdrew his hand.

"You can leave now, or try again with your peers, but I won't be merciful next time. ”

As he spoke, Li Si crossed his eyes and glanced at the boat on the lake.

On board, the boatman and the woodcutter seemed to be ready to strike.

"Are you sure?" asked the woodcutter to the boatman.

He sat and looked at Li Si on the shore, his hand tightly gripping the axe at his waist.

"Nope. The boatman gave a stern reply, and took out a horizontal knife from under the canopy.

From the battle just now, he saw two points.

One point is that Li Si's light skills are really fast.

Another point is that Li Si can really walk on water.

What level has his light skills reached?

The boatman thought as he raised his knife in his hand.

But who can say clearly, the fast, strange, and absolute things said on the rivers and lakes are just a description.

Only when you have really seen him can you understand why he is called the best in the world.

Can his knife really keep up with his movements?

The boatman didn't have an answer, or he did, but he just couldn't tell.

"Senior Li!" the boatman shouted on the lake and drew his knife.

The sword is mighty, and the sound is like a bell.

"Sishui Gang Heng Liancheng, today, offended!"

He knew that he already had to strike, for the sake of his future, and for his knife.

"Don't scream. ”

Li Si muttered helplessly and turned around.

Why does everyone like to call him senior, is he really that old?

Being called a senior by an older person is a detrimental thing to yin morality.

Don't ask if there is such a thing as yin virtue in this world, if you ask, there is, Li Si has been to the underworld in person.

The wind on the lake is agitated, and the white clothes by the lake are rolling.

Before the water, the horizontal knife reflected the light of the lake, illuminating the appearance of people on both sides.

(Someone asked me why I should practice subject 3, cough, this is because the recent policy has been changed, to take the exam, subject 3 must be practiced for more than 22 hours.) But I have already taken the third and fourth subjects together yesterday, and my driver's license has been taken out, so I don't need to worry about these things anymore. ）