How should action descriptions be written in martial arts novels?

Action? It depends on the style. . I also occasionally write for entertainment. . By the way, I like ancient dragons, so I don’t need some tricks.

This is a fragment of text I wrote: The protagonist is Ye Feng

Chapter 23 The wind moves silently

The sword has been thrust out!

Ye Fenghou's sword flows lightly, but the speed is so terrifying, like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

What this gust of wind brings is not gentle or refreshing, but cold and bloody.

Ye Fenghou's sword was faster and faster than before. His swordsmanship was actually faster every battle.

His progress is even more incredible. He uses fighting to nourish his sword, and he uses his sword to nourish fighting!

The drunkard watching the battle was also sweating, and couldn't help but worry about Ye Feng.

The sword wind has arrived, and Ye Feng’s clothes are already moving with the sword wind.

Ye Feng was actually calm and composed, and he was still smiling.

The dagger was swung out, and the tip of the dagger suddenly touched the tip of Ye Fenghou's sword.

The drunkard finally let go of his worries. He had to admire Ye Feng's courage and determination.

What I admire even more is Ye Feng's speed and judgment, which are just right.

Ye Feng was the first to strike, as if he had been waiting for the sword and had already calculated the location of the dagger.

Ye Fenghou’s sword failed and he quickly retreated. Ye Feng smiled, but did not pursue.

Ye Fenghou still sneered and raised his sword again. Finally, countless sword shadows and human figures appeared in the sky.

The drunkard's expression changed again. He could see that Ye Fenghou's sword was a familiar swordsmanship, but it was more elegant and terrifying than when the two of them had just fought. What's even more frightening is that he no longer needs to rely on the ground, and all changes are completed completely in the air.

The Flying Immortal from Heaven is already proficient.

I could only see Ye Fenghou’s white shadow floating in the sky, but I couldn’t see where the sword was.

If you don’t even know where the opponent’s sword is, how can you catch it?

When this sword is thrust out, I’m afraid no one in the world can catch it. Live, even drunkards can't.

Even Ye Fenghou did not expect that his sword technique had changed so much, and this sword was unprecedented.

This sword can be used at will, which is the highest state of swordsmanship. This sword truly reached Ye Gucheng's level.

Ye Feng no longer smiled. It seemed that he also saw the cleverness and lethality of this sword.

This sword brought only death, death to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng did not move, and did not use his best light skill.

Is Ye Feng really just sitting there waiting to die? Ye Feng was actually frightened by this sword?

Even though Ye Fenghou didn’t want to kill Ye Feng, even though he wanted to keep him alive to question the whereabouts of his father’s sword, he suddenly discovered that he could not take back his sword.

He can only draw the sword at will, but cannot retract it freely.

No one in this world can stop this sword from thrusting out.

Even Ye Fenghou began to regret that the sword was too reckless, but he was also glad that he could use this unparalleled sword technique.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the drunkard's hands. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but there was really nothing he could do. Only sigh!

The cold wind has also stopped and seems to be making way for this sword. The sword wind brought by this sword is far colder and colder than the cold wind.

Suddenly a dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the sun. Could it be that the sun already knew the nightmare caused by this sword?

It summoned the dark clouds to cover his eyes. , can’t bear to watch it anymore?

The tip of the sword finally pierced Ye Feng's throat. Only half an inch missing.

But he couldn't penetrate even half an inch.

Ye Feng's body flew back with the force of the sword. His retreat was actually faster than the force of the sword, and he flew back silently.

Ye Fenghou’s expression changed. There was such a light skill in the world.

The speed with which Ye Fenghou drew his sword was already incredible, and this move was even more speed-rare in the world.

However, this sword could not match Ye Feng's retreat speed, and he retreated in vain.

The tip of the sword is getting further and further away from Ye Feng's throat, one inch, two inches, three inches.

Ye Feng's dagger has been swung out again, and the dagger once again touched the tip of Ye Fenghou's sword.

Ye Feng's figure suddenly stopped, Ye Fenghou's sword power also stopped, and the flying fairy from the sky stopped.

Ye Fenghou’s sword could no longer thrust out, and Ye Feng’s dagger had blocked all his attacks.

He did not retreat any further. Since the flying immortal from outside the sky had returned without success, it was unnecessary for him to attack again.

The night has come, and the surroundings are eerily quiet. No one spoke. Ye Feng didn't, and neither did the drunkard.

Ye Feng is gone, and so is the drunkard. Only Ye Fenghou was left alone, still holding up his sword.

It’s still the pause action.

Does he not believe it or is he unwilling? No one knows, maybe not even himself.

For him, the Flying Immortal from Heaven has reached an unprecedented height and has made a qualitative leap. He should be happy.

But he only felt decadent in his heart, because he lost, at the hands of a man named Ye Feng.

This man is even younger than him.

He has always been arrogant and proud of being a descendant of Ye Gucheng. His father had never been defeated, and even in a fight with Ximen Chuixue, he was slightly better. However, he has not won a single victory in the past few days, and it is even said that he has a losing streak. These blows cut deeply into his heart, and the pain was far more painful than a knife wound. In particular, he has learned to use his moves calmly and has broken through the bottleneck of Tianwai Feixian, but he is still unable to hurt Ye Feng, a person younger than himself.

He suddenly felt that everything was not going well. How could he find his father's sword?

The sky has turned gray, followed by a sleepless night.