Suddenly, the eyes of all the people in the audience focused on Xia Jie.

Although he was slightly embarrassed in his heart, Xia Jie would not show it, so as not to lose face.

Isn't it just a show, so let's just fool around.

Under everyone's gaze, Xia Jie slowly stood up and walked indifferently to the performance stage. As soon as he stood still, the audience began to cheer.

Looking at the lively audience, Xia Jie took a deep breath, expanded his voice with spiritual power to achieve the effect of the microphone, and waved his hand to everyone in the audience: "Quiet, quiet!" ”

Everyone closed their mouths very cooperatively, looking forward to what kind of heavenly skills their emperor would bring to them.

Seeing that there was silence for a while, Xia Jie said lightly: "Let me explain to you first, I don't know any swordsmanship, swordsmanship and marksmanship, but I can't sweep everyone's interest, so I'll show you other things." ”

After speaking, Xia Jie silently chanted a fallen angel in his heart, and then a pair of wide wings suddenly opened from behind, and gently flapped his wings and feet left the ground and hung on the platform, holding the Dark Di Sword in his hand, pushing his attack power to his peak of 100 points.

In an instant, his momentum soared, and his whole body constantly exuded the aura of his martial arts.

Xia Jie said lightly: "I'll sing you a song, the song is called "God of War". I wrote this song myself. After he finished speaking, he wanted to laugh, in fact, this is a song by singer Eason Chan. And here, no one knows.

The audience was still silent, watching quietly.

Xia Jie was a little nervous, glanced at everyone in the audience, took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and slowly spoke.

"Whoever is branded, I am scarred. Unforeseen and unpredictable levels. The years are urging the water, and I am not a falling flower. Lu Zai took off his robe in his heart because of enlightenment, and put on his armor for the rainbow. Xia Jie's voice was a little low at first.

There was no reaction from the audience, just watched quietly.

"Dare to ask, who dares to take my hexagram on my behalf?" At this time, Xia Jie's tone suddenly became heavier. The audience heard a little bit of the taste and immediately became interested and listened carefully.

"Fate is not determined by heaven, what to worry about! The fight does not stop, what are you afraid of?! Xia Jie's eyes suddenly widened, waving his wings, and his face showed a hint of domineering.

And when singing this, a trace of blood gushed out of the hearts of the people in the audience, and they began to boil, and some people couldn't help but applaud excitedly.

"I don't ask where the sky is, my heart is in Caixia." Xia Jie's tone began to regain a low tone, but with a hint of sadness.

But without waiting for everyone's reaction, it immediately changed from low to accent!

"The sky can't stop my vision, and the ground can't bury my steps. There is a diamond circle on the top, and the mind is swaying! Xia Jie raised his head proudly, raised the Dark Di Sword in his hand and roared out, at this moment, his face was full of endless battle intent, completely integrated into the blood in the song.

The audience was so shocked that they were silent, and everyone was surging and blushing.

"I set foot on the end of the world, and the destiny of heaven will trample on me!" Xia Jie's tone was heavy and his eyes were condensed, and his tone was a little rebellious and helpless, which seemed quite vicissitudes.

"Don't be sand drifting in the wind, don't be grasshoppers on autumn leaves, and don't sit and wait for the winter snow to melt." The sentence became low again.

"Dare to ask, who dares to create in my life and death?" Xia Jie's tone suddenly became extremely heavy, extremely domineering, with a sense of pride and ferocity on his face, and his sharp eyes kept scanning everyone.

Hearing this lyric and seeing Xia Jie's domineering demeanor, the audience only felt their blood surge, and even some people were so excited that they couldn't help but stand up, and Han Xin's eyes were also stunned, and his heart was moved by this sentence, and he stared at Xia Jie on the stage tightly.

At this time, Xia Jie's feet fell to the ground and retracted his wings, changed the passionate tone of his singing, and said lightly: "Thank you." ”

Maybe he sang too hard just now, Xia Jie's throat was a little hoarse.

The audience was silent for two or three seconds, and then burst into thunderous applause.

"Good!" There are constantly people applauding.

"Damn, the emperor, you're so talented—" Xia Hu was so excited that he tore open his throat and shouted.

"Emperor, you are my idol of the Summer Lion War!" Xia Shizhan roared, and the whole person was a little confused by Xia Jie's singing.

"Long live my emperor!" I don't know who started it.

Suddenly, the bottom seemed to have found a formation, and they all shouted: "Long live my emperor!" Long live my emperor! ”

Xia Jie didn't expect to achieve such an effect at all.

Even Zhuge Liang, who has always been elegant on the side, was sung by Xia Jie and poured out a burst of blood, and finally calmed down the boiling in his heart, and said with some incoherent excitement: "It is worthy of being our emperor!" It's amazing to create such a powerful war song, it's really genius, it's really good, let's invite the emperor to come back to another one! After speaking, he looked at Xia Jie with an excited and expectant look.

Xia Jie was stunned for a moment, frowned, and just wanted to find a reason to excuse himself.

"I beg my emperor to come again!" I don't know who took the lead.

"I beg my emperor to come again!"

"I beg my emperor to come again!"

For a while, the people in the audience began to shout explosively, as if Xia Jie would not stop singing a song if they didn't stop singing.