Chương 1267: Little Fatty's Might

Everyone held their breaths!

It was over. The descendant of the Jin family was finished!

If she had missed with the first two whips, she should have quickly admitted defeat!

Now, she was going to be stabbed to death!

"Miss…"

Xing'er called out.

Joy flashed across Saintess Red Lotus' eyes.

She had lost to the Hundred Flowers Palace the previous time. Today, she would ask for it back with interest!

However, just as her sword was about to pierce the other party's chest, it was suddenly blocked by something and could no longer advance.

She focused her gaze.

Su Xiaoxiao caught her sword with her bare hands.

Her expression changed slightly. "How is that possible?"

That was impossible!

Her sword and her internal energy could not even block the shield!

She looked at Su Xiaoxiao's silver silk gloves again.

What kind of strange weapon was this?

Why was it stronger than a shield?