Konoha's talent

Among the information in his possession, it was mentioned that there was a ninja who was suspected of mastering Mu Dun in the dark.

Now, only three generations have determined that Saitama is the wooden escape ninja in this dark place.

The defection of Oshemaru, the wooden clone, the human column force production night, the mysterious enemy with a wooden mask.

It's all Saitama in front of me!

Three generations gritted their teeth bitterly, with both hands tightly squeezing the King Kong wishful stick!

"It seems that Shinobu also has a day of aging, and time is really a magical thing."

Standing on top of the wooden dragon's head, Saitama's feet were on the dragon's head, eyes indifferent, staring at the three generations of Naruto in a black ninja armor.

"Even if the old man is old, he can kill you as a traitor!"

Three generations of calm voices, holding the stick with both hands, and holding the end of the stick under the armpit, the face is full of seriousness.

"Roar!"

The Mulong roared, and then bite at the three generations on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Da da da!"

Three generations jumped up, escaped Mulong's attack, jumped onto Mulong's body, and started to attack Saitama with a stick.

"Boom!" A stick hit Saitama's side, leaving a shallow pit on Mulong's hard body, and sawdust was flying all over the sky.

"Duang!"

With one foot on the stick, Saitama's right hand flashed thunder and lightning, deceiving him, and cutting to Sandai's neck.

"Bah!"

Saitama's speed was extremely fast, and the three generations were controlled by the weapon, and they stagnated for another second.

Although he reacted immediately, it was still a little slower, and the skin on his chin was scratched by Saitama's hand knife.

A small wound appeared there, and before the blood came out, it had been evaporated by the lightning on Saitama's hand, and it turned black.

"Huh!" With another kick, Saitama kicked out with the other foot on the stick, making a tearing sound in the air.

"Damn it!"

Three generations shook their hearts, directly let go of the hand holding the weapon, and slid towards the back, only to be able to avoid Saitama's attack.

Seeing that the three generations took the initiative to give up their weapons, Saitama did not continue to pursue, but kicked the stick and kicked it off the wooden dragon.

Mulong maintained a motionless posture, providing a battlefield for Saitama and Sandai.

Saitama smiled and looked at the three generations who were crouching over there.

Without the weapon, the close combat of the three generations was directly weakened.

Chapter 252 Three Generations of Despair

The three generations that have lost their weapons are like eggs with their shells peeled, and they are a bit cramped.

He didn't expect that even though Uchiha Saitama was so young, he had such a wealth of combat experience, and he took off his weapon in a few simple fights.

His face changed, and he stood up straight, his whole body tense.

"Zizi," Saitama said with a cold face, he would not be naive to think that by removing the weapons of the third generation, he would be able to stabilize the third generation.

With a "pop", his feet stepped on the wooden dragon, and the wooden dragon, under his control, continued to sink, and finally landed on the ground, turned into real wood, and stopped moving.

At the moment of sinking, the side where the third generation was located was always below, so the third generation directly jumped up and fell to the side before the Mulong landed.

He is not willing to put himself in an uncertain environment, it is an irresponsible behavior to himself.

This is a very useful principle summed up by his decades of ninja career.

"clatter!"

Stepping heavily on the wood, Saitama's body stretched out in the air, like an eagle, stretched and strong, and flew towards the third generation.

"Fire escape-the art of dragon fire!"

With his hands crossed and printed, three generations were illuminated by flames, revealing his resolute old face.

"Roar!"

A fire dragon, carrying a fiery temperature, rolled up countless dust on the ground, roared and flew towards Saitama.

"Zizi", raised his right hand and held it on his chest. The bright white lightning slowly turned into a weapon in Saitama's hand.

"Xianfa-Thousand Birds Sharp Spear!"

This is the ninjutsu condensed by Xianshu Chakra, with extraordinary momentum.

Squeezing the ninjutsu weapon in his hand tightly, Saitama's footsteps maintained a certain frequency, without the slightest panic caused by the approach of the fire dragon.

Three generations of ninjutsu, very strong!

But Saitama didn't back down because of this, he faced the fire dragon flying towards him.

In the eyes of his writing wheel, the fierce dragon head had become very clear.

Soon, he caught a moment that could counterattack.

"Slap", with both feet flexing, Saitama instantly stopped moving forward.

A strong wind, due to Saitama's inertia, continued to blow towards the front, bringing up the gravel on the ground.

"Huh!"

The bent leg straightened again, and the muscles instantly relaxed, which also gave Saitama an upward force.

Instantly off the ground, Saitama sank in the direction of the place where he was standing, and a ring of air rippling around.

"Roar!"

As soon as Saitama flew off the ground, the fire dragon took a bite, and the fiery flame hit the place where Saitama had just stood.

Saitama turned around in the air, staggering with the fire dragon that attacked him.

At this time, he was above the head of the fire dragon, and the thunder and lightning lance of the chidori had begun to emit a dazzling light.