The sword technique being practiced is not difficult, and with Jiang Xiaobai's current strength, he can master it with just a glance.
After all, such a sword technique could only be considered top-grade in a desolate place like the Tianxuan Continent.
As he swung the sword, a black-robed figure inexplicably overlapped in Jiang Xiaobai's mind.
He had never seen that person perform this sword technique, yet he could vividly imagine the scene!
Strange!
Moreover, when executing it, he felt astonishingly at ease.
This wasn't because his understanding of the sword technique was profound, as he had felt this from the first time he tried it.
The illusion was as if Jiang Xiaobai had practiced it thousands upon thousands of times, countless times!
This feeling left Jiang Xiaobai even more stunned.
It happened twice in a row, but why?
With such thoughts in mind, he continued practicing the sword technique, and as time went on, he moved even faster.
